Okay got a new story idea courtesy from lolajam77. Hope you guys like it! Again I apologize if this is crap, my writing is out of practice…

Disclaimer: IF I OWNED YOUNG JUSTICE WALLY WOULD STILL BE ALIVE AND HE AND DICK WOULD BE MARRIED.

Where's Wobin?

"Dang it where is he." Clark says while looking under the sofa. Batman had assigned him to watch Robin while he was off planet with John and Jo'onn, it had gone quite well, that is until Robin… erm Dick had decided to be a mini-ninja and pull a Batman on him.

"Is there a problem Master Clark?" Oh thank the Lord, it was Alfred, a.k.a. God of the Bat!Fam, master Chef, Butler, Doctor, Father/Grandfather, and Best Friend to the all-empowering and terrifying Batman and his adorable yet pain-in-any-hero-other-than-Batman's ass sidekick, partner Robin.

"Have you seen Dick, he seems to have gone missing?" Clark asks while lifting the china cabinet.

"Please put that back down!" Alfred says in a panic, "Priceless imported china from Master Bruce's parents just so you know." Clark carefully places the cabinet back in its place. "Master Richard does love to do that doesn't he?"

"Yes, but Bruce will kill me if he finds out I lost him."

"Well we certainly cannot have that now can we? Come along then, I shall help you find him."

3 hours and one torn apart Manor later…

"I'm back!' Bruce walks into his home, only to find that it is a complete mess. Sofas, and chairs were upturned, papers were lying all over the place, and there was no sign of Clark or of Dick. He became worried. "CLARK? RICHARD?! ALFRED?!"

"Bruce! You're back earlier than I-uh we expected…" Clark appears in a rush of wind. Bruce frowns and glares at the Boy Scout in Blue.

"Yes. I. Am. Now would you care to explain why my house looks like it was torn apart by a tornado?" Bruce deepens his glare at Clark, who in turn begins shuffling awkwardly in place looking nervous.

"Uh…you see… I um… Well-"

"Just get on with it already!"

"IseemtohavelostRichardandAlfredandIhavetornthewho lehouseapart-"

"You WHAT?"

"Richard'sgonemissing…pleasedon'tuseyourKryptonite onme!" Superman says at a speed that even the Flash would be jealous of.

"You lost Richard. MY SON?!" Bruce shouts. Clark immediately looks nervous and pales on the spot.

"Yes." Just as Bruce was about to strangle Clark, Alfred walks in and stages an intervention.

"Master Bruce, please refrain from choking Master Clark. Thank you. Now why don't you go get changed and we will continue to search after a calming cup of coffee?" Bruce sighs knowing that it wasn't an option but it was a command, and heads to his room.

'Only Alfred has the ability to turn a raging Batman into a flustered mother hen…' Clark thinks to himself watching Bruce head upstairs.

…

"DICK!"

"B-bbruce? Wha-what's goin' on? Isthereacrime?" Richard blurts out sleepily from Bruce's master bed and rubs his eyes.

"Huh," Bruce snorts, "No go back to sleep everything's fine." He ruffles Dick's hair and goes back downstairs to tell the others what happened.

…

Superman finishes reading the story that Robin had forced him to read. He shakes his head and turns only to find the one and only Batman leaning over and reading with him.

"Bru-Batman? Is there something I can help you with?"

"No. But if you ever do something like that in real life, I will run you over with the Batmobile, then fillet you alive with a machete made of Kryptonite. If you don't think I would think again." Batman glares at the Blue Boy Scout, and vanishes from the room. Superman shudders and thanks his lucky stars that he never lost Robin.

Well I just finished this and it's now 12:47 AM in the morning, 3 cheers for motivation and lots of cookies to lolajam77 for giving me this fantastic idea. (: :) YOU ROCK (: :)

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