Wally felt it right in his guts. Something serious was going on…err…going to happen. You can never tell with anyone in the Batfamily. Gotta leave everyone in the dark.

Like seriously. He could feel large amounts of majestic fuzzy butterflies zipping around in his guts going 'Alert! Alert! Shit is about to be fucked up!'

A certain instinct that he developed along the years being friends with Dick aka Boy wonder.

He grabbed his phone and searched through his contacts to find Dick, contemplating on to slowly building up the conversation and then asking him. Not paying attention, he tripped and landed flat on his face, crushing his phone underneath. He groaned, seeing he has to explain yet again on what happened to his phone to Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris in the most non-embarrassing way ever.

He sighed as he pressed his comm. link and called him.

"Kidflash to Robin."

"Dude, where's your cell phone?"

"Uh…I sorta…dropped it in a puddle…" he murmured looking at his broken phone."Not the point! You aren't up to anything are you?"

"Whatever do you mean by that?"

Oh sounds mischievous right there. "Dude, I knew it! You are so planning something aren't you!"

"Now Wally, you know if I had a plan that I'd include you in it and not leave you out."

"I know tha—"

"Then what are you getting so worked up about?"

"I hate any plans or surprises that come from you." He honestly wanted to be in on the plan and not a part of it.

"Wally! That hurts!"he heard some noises."Dude gotta go."

"You sure you're not gonna leave me out or anything?" he asked once more.

"I promise."

He sighed "Fine. See ya dude." He cut off the link. Well, that was that.

He said he wouldn't leave him out on a prank, EVER, and he never did in the past. He would plan pranks with him on random strangers (that really deserved it), villains (seriously hilarious), and Roy most of all (where Roy took the saying "an arrow through the knee" quite literally).

Wally knew that the Justice League was too busy with the amount of work they had to be planning anything fun (as if that was in their vocabulary). Batman on top of the very list.

So why was he getting worried so much for?

Maybe he just took in a little too much caffeine intake. Wally nodded. It was probably that.

But then why did Dick come into the mountain the other night and start to cackle all to himself? Knowing him, he probably DID plan something under his sleeve. Behind everyone's back.

Like the teeny damn ninja he is.

Was he doubting his own best brofriend? Brother? Best friend?

The years of his bromance with him?

Fuck yea.

Years of Bromance down the drain it is.

"Done, done, annnnd done." Robin said, parking his r-cycle near the batmobile.

"Did you get everything that I asked for?" Bruce said, turning away from the computer with his cowl down.

Dick stripped his eyepiece off and tucked it away. He pressed the button that lifted the seat compartment up and grabbed the bag of items out. He mocked a hurting face, clutching his heart. "It's like you don't know me!" he lightly chuckled and held the bag over to him. "Got all the material, and tipped off the nice lady to not say a single word." Bruce nodded.

"Good job Dick." He ruffled his hair.

"Whats the fabric for anyways?" Dick asked. "Don't we have any to use?"

Bruce took out the fabric and held it out for him to see. "Fabric is laced with lead, so Superman and Superboy won't be able to see inside. I had to ask for this just for the two of them."

"What about GL?" he remembered. "Still got any of the yellow ray gun from back then?" he asked, reminiscing on his earlier years.

He nodded. "I'm going to modify it."

He glanced at the amount of fabric and back to Bruce. "Um, hate to burst your bat bubble, but I don't think it's enough for you."

"That's because it's not for me. It's for you."

Cue a sort of shocked face.

"Me?" Bruce nodded.

"Dick, I trust and have faith in you to do parts of this without me by your side, well, literally." He crouched down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Observing you on the team proved you were ready for this game, especially after what happened during New Year's." He pointed towards his ear, indicating the comm. link. "I'll still be with you, just through here."

Dick smiled and wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck. "Sending a child to do your bidding all by his lonesome self? How thoughtful." He smirked. He can so take them all down, if not, piss them off majorly.

Alfred chose that moment to walk in, thankfully with refreshments. "Master Bruce, the recording has been finished." He said, handing him a disk. Bruce nodded.

"Thanks Alfred." He said, taking the disk and getting up.

"What recording?" Dick asked, looking at the disk.

"I had Alfred to do a…bit of acting." Bruce said.

"…" Dick didn't have a comment; he just simple looked over to Alfred. "Alfie, you act?"

Alfred smiled. "That I do Young Master Grayson. I believe I hadn't mentioned it before."

Dick looked over to the disk and pounced at it. "Lemme see, lemme see!" he tried to grab for it, only for Bruce to hold him back.

"Whoa, there. You're going to have to wait like the rest of them."

"Aw, come'on!" he said, still making the grabby hands and made an attempt to climb Bruce like monkey bars.

"Nope." He said, holding the boy down.

Dick pouted and grumbled. Bruce simply grinned.

"So, I assume by the fabric, I'm going to be in another suit?" he asked. He had his answer when Bruce nodded towards him. "You are so letting me designing it." Dick crossed his arms, smiling.

"Sorry Dick, already ahead of you."

"Always are B." he mumbled out and walked towards the screen. He glanced to see what he will be waltzing around in. Oh my god.

"Least it doesn't have scaly—"

"We were to never talk about that. Ever. Again." he flashed a pouty serious glare towards Bruce.

"Anyways, care to help me finish these before the day?" he gestured at the screen, still having lots of things to be filled in from what Dick sees.

"Oh yea, what about the team? Pretty sure Wally is going to catch onto things and ruin our family fun time, not to mention Megan and J'onn might begin to prod around." He brought both hands to the side of his head and shook it.

"It's like you don't know me Dick. Remember who I am." He smiled as he studied the monitors.

Dick grabbed his cape and mocked Dracula. "You. Are. The. Night." He attempted his own batman voice.

"The dark knight, sir." Alfred corrected Dick.

I'm not dead. Just working on other stuff.

Yes, I have been putting this off, if you notice the way I update the other stories and not this one.

And I feel so bad. I'm so sorry. :(

I would like to thank those who were still favoring this since the last update. This chapter was short, but mainly just to fill in that absence gap.

Also, if anyone wants their input on what they wanna see happen, leave a comment! :D

Remember, its batman, what do you think he might do? xDD

Love you all!