Or, alternatively, Mario Kart can lead to broken friendships.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. I'm also very sorry.

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His domino mask was still securely on his face, and that was all that mattered in this situation. Well, almost all that mattered. Besides the minor issue that the two of them were tied back to back, wearing normal clothes. Their kidnappers sat a table nearby, playing what looked to be a card game. Possibly Uno.

"Mask on?" Wally asked.

"Yup, you?" Robin craned his neck in an attempt to look over his shoulder.

"They're on," Wally shrugged.

He refrained from tapping impatiently on the floor.

Robin casually asked, "So how'd we get into this mess, again?"

Wally frowned at Robin's question. A thoughtful look was on his face, and combined with his Kid Flash goggles on his face, along with his uniform itself, the look was a strange one. Well, that and Robin wasn't exactly used to his best friend thinking.

Wally tended to be impulsive, acting rather than thinking.

Robin suppressed a snicker as he thought of all the mistakes Wally made when he acted impulsively. He shouldn't get side-tracked. They were tied up and surrounded by armed goons. But the thought was just so dam funny . . .

"I . . . don't know," Wally admitted, "I only remember being kicked out of the Cave for annoying them."

A smirk flitted across Robin's face that told Wally that yes, Robin remembered being kicked out. The reason why they were kicked out was involved water balloons and paint and a new found fearful respect for Red Robin.

"And to think, it's only Wednesday."

The two burst into chuckles, and one of their two (really, only two? Dick was insulted) walked over and nudged them with his foot. Dick's eyes watered at the powerful stench of cigars and beer.

He muttered, "Breath mint much?"

Wally choked.

"Shut it, you two," The guard scowled, having missed what Robin said, but understood that it probably wasn't a compliment.

Wally and Robin shared identical evil smirks, though neither could see the other. They ignored the guard, and continued chatting as if they had no care in the world, still tied up.

"So . . ." Robin bit his lip thoughtfully, vaguely remembering something Batman ordered. "Weren't we, like, not supposed to leave the Cave?"

Wally shrugged. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him that they weren't, but he ignored it. What's life without a little adventure anyways?

"Maybe. How should I know?" Wally admitted, "I mostly zoned out during a lot of that."

He kind of felt bad, but it wasn't exactly a very riveting speech.

Robin let out a cackle, which caused shudders to run down the guards' backs, despite the fact that they were the ones holding the guns.

"Nice," Robin smirked, shaking his head. "I swear; you have the attention span of a squirrel."

"HEY!" Wally yelled indignantly, "I don't – what's that?"

Robin started laughing, knowing full well that Wally switched subjects on purpose. The gleeful pranksters grinned at their guards, especially the one who had told them to shut up. They looked annoyed, disturbed, and scared.

Mental warfare, Robin thought to himself. When it came to that, the two of them showed their kidnappers no mercy. It was a well-known, accepted fact that Robin and Kid Flash were the most annoying hostages, and any villain should generally avoid kidnapping them. Especially kidnapping them together.

Apparently, these poor guards did not know that. Robin almost cackled with glee.

Oh, yes. This be fun. As he saw the anger on their faces grow, Robin's grin widened.

Very fun, he thought.

"I said shut up," The guard angrily nudged them with his foot again, kicking them slightly.

Robin and Wally were not deterred. Carefully, Wally nudged Robin's back, and the hacker nudged him back, the two having a silent debate on what to do next. The guards gave the two weird looks as the nudges increased, and expressions of frustration were on each boy's face.

Robin refused. He wouldn't. It always got stuck in his head.

Wally outright elbowed him, and Robin could feel the redhead jerk his head towards the guard who kicked them. That guard looked on the verge of shooting them, or bursting into tears of frustration. Robin considered it. It was always fun to annoy the guards to the point where they'd run away into the night screaming and Robin and Wally were freed without a fight.

On the other hand, annoying the guards that much carried the risk of being shot, or knocked out. Generally, however, the two of them had been in enough situations like this to read them accurately, and these guards looked like the ones who'd let them go.

Finally, he took a deep breath, and the first few words of It's A Small World came out of his mouth, possibly made funnier by the minor detail that they happened to be in another world. Wally quickly joined in, the two of them singing at the top of their lungs and very, very off key.

Give me liberty or give me death, Robin cackled internally.

The guard held his mouth shut as he screamed, ready to tear out his own hair. Robin carefully worked his restraints off, and it was made more difficult by the fact that he wasn't able to breathe, since he was laughing so hard.

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Laughing, Robin and Wally ran out of the warehouse they had been kept in.

A warehouse. How cliché.

The adrenaline after annoying and fighting the hired thugs was wearing off, and each of them were quite pleased with themselves, if a little exhausted. Long story short, Robin had managed to undue their bonds, and when the guard came too close, practically spitting in the Boy Wonder's face, they struck.

The fight had been short. The guards were tied up in the warehouse with the very ropes they tied Robin and Wally up with. It was fitting and a bit petty, but not so secretly Robin and Wally could be very petty people.

Wally looked over at his friend. "So what now?"

Robin shrugged. "Not sure. Go back?"

"Dude," Wally said, "I'm not even sure where we are."

Robin rolled his eyes. "It looks like Metropolis, Kid Idiot. And take off your goggles, you look like a idiot wearing them with civvies."

"Well, you look like a idiot wearing your utility belt with civvies," Wally retorted in a matter-of-fact voice, then smirked, "Any nearby sinks for you to fix?"

Wally knew that the utility belt was not for ordinary tools. Robin knew that Wally knew this. However, the people around them would not know, and with their luck they'd recognize the utility belt as Robin's.

Robin rolled his eyes, but complied, taking off his belt and hiding it once more. Wally simply stuffed his goggles into his pocket, and Dick resisted the urge to laugh, because there were impression lines around the speedster's eyes.

He switched the domino mask around his eyes for a pair of black sunglasses.

"And I repeat," Robin said, "What now?"

Wally shrug, a devious half-smirk on his face as he suggested, "Raise a little hell?"

He snorted, pretending to think about the speedster's suggesting, but Robin's own smirk was answer enough.

"Well if we want to get to heaven," Robin drawled, "Then I suppose gotta."

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Causing mayhem and wreaking havoc were two admirable past times that the two pranksters were proficient at. Nothing that would cause serious harm, of course, but little dumb things that drove their targets up the wall, like shifting everything in the office five inches to the left.

Or, in the case of Lex Luthor, having a cat meme pop up every time he tried to access an important document.

Robin and Wally snickered, and crouched on the rooftop opposite from Lex's office.

"Robin? Kid Flash?" A familiar voice inquired.

Wally jumped, but Robin merely waved.

Superman attempted to look stern, and crossed his arms. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing." "Sightseeing."

Superman gave the both of them a long suffering look, like he couldn't believe that he had to deal with their teenage antics again.

"Get back to the cave," he sighed.

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Unfortunately, alternate Superman eventually caught them snickering as they watched Lex Luthor, and they had to return to the Cave.

Thirty minutes passed as they sat on the couch, watching static.

Wally whined, "This is so boring!"

Robin snorted. "What are you, three?"

"And a half," Wally corrected with a half-smirk, waving his hand carelessly.

He rolled his eyes.

"You'd think being in an alternate dimension – in the future! – would be more interesting," Wally said thoughtfully.

Robin rolled his eyes. He didn't bother responding to Wally's comment. In his four years a superhero, Robin had enough weird experiences that he felt as if not much would faze him anymore.

"Well, what do you usually do when you're bored?" Robin tilted his head to the side.

"Annoy Artemis," Wally said immediately.

He looked at his friend incredulously. "Ok . . . Any other ideas?"

"Mario Kart?" Wally suggested.

He narrowed his eyes. "You're on."

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Tim was having a relatively nice, normal day. He had an essay due tomorrow first thing in the morning and a lab report later that day that none of his partners had worked on, but overall a nice day. He'd probably managed to get about four hours of sleep last night.

That said, he wasn't prepared to walk into the living room of the Cave and have it be a disaster zone.

"You fucker!" the younger version of his older brother swore, "You just blue shelled me!"

The younger version of Artemis was smirking. "Yup."

Tim stared. He noticed the younger Roy was also driving, as was the younger version of Wally, who was promptly knocked into the abyss off Rainbow Road to fall in a fiery ball down towards the earth by Roy. Wally started cursing out Roy. The older redhead grinned maniacally and kept driving.

Tim slowly walked into the kitchen, where he noticed M'Gann, Connor, and Kaldur leaning on the kitchen counter and calmly watching the chaos.

"Uh," Tim said.

M'Gann turned towards him. "Oh! You're Red Robin, right?"

He fought the urge to say yum after Red Robin as a joke, since the Martian might not understand it.

"Yes," Tim answered.

M'Gann offered him a cookie. Politely, Tim took it, and started eating it. Honestly, it wasn't quite as bad as the one time Bruce made cookies.

"Dinner and a show," the younger Kaldur said wryly, watching the four on the couching bicker with fond amusement.

Younger Superboy just grunted when he saw Tim.

"WHOOP!" Robin stood up and cheered, his hands in the air.

This was immediately followed by accusations of cheating. Tim, mouth slightly agape, watched the argument unfold. It seemed to get to a point where the four of them were mostly laughing as they attempted to argue their point, and Robin started dancing.

"Don't worry," Kaldur reassured Tim, "This isn't quite as bad as Uno. I believe that Canary banned that game from the Cave."

"What?" Tim whipped his head around to stare at the younger Kaldur.

His head hurt from being a room with these people, his brain expecting them to all be older and his eyes seeing younger versions of them.

"Rematch!" Roy demanded, pointing his controller at the younger boy.

"Fine," Robin shot back, "Though I would've thought you'd be tired of losing by now."

Artemis coughed.

"Listen here you little," Roy narrowed his eyes.

Wally stole his friend's controller.

"Quick!" He shouted, "Start the game!"

"NO!" Robin yelled a war cry as he tackled his friend off the couch, and Roy hurriedly started the game.

When each of them realized it was fruitless to try and salvage their place in the race, Robin and Wally abandoned their controllers in favor of wrestling.

With a gleeful shout of "Yes!" Artemis flung a green shell and stole first place from Roy.

Roy threw his hands up in the air, swearing.

"You're all horrible cheaters," Robin sniffed, having pinned Wally to the ground and twisted the redheaded speedster's arm behind his back.

Tim tried not to be too weirded out, but he nodded goodbye to M'Gann, Kaldur, and Conner. He left the kitchen as quickly as he could.

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"Wally," Robin sighed, "Why do you have Artemis' bow?"

"I think the better question is, why does she keep losing it?" Wally countered, "Doesn't she know this weapon is her life?"

The redhead flopped beside the acrobat on the bed in Robin's room. Well, technically his older counterpart's. He watched as his friend inspected the bow and pretended to strum it like a guitar. It shouldn't be too long before -

"Give me my bow," Artemis hissed, eyes flashing dangerously.

Right on time. If her bow was missing, Artemis knew that usually chances were it was with Wally. Robin slowly inched away, and considered the library as a possible safe place to. Maybe the souvenir room?

His room was obviously out of the question. He needed to hide and get far away from both of them.

Wally, confident smirk on his face, held said bow in his hand. "Come and get it."

Artemis took that as the challenge it was, and Dick already knew his friend would lose. He didn't quite understand on why his friend insisted on annoying Artemis when it frequently left him with bruises.

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Older Conner watched as the Younger Artemis stalked past, dress for war in all black, complete with a black ski mask and two black smudges on her cheeks as war point. As she stalked across the living room of the Cave she muttered death threats, and carried a large amount of hideous orange paint with her.

He shook his head, a little lost in memories.

Conner didn't really know what to think about having the Younger Team around, but he sort of liked it, in a way. He knew many Team members were avoiding the place like the plague, whether they hated the surprise guests (La'gaan) or they wanted to avoid the memories.

He knew there was a debate among the older Team members and the Leaguers about telling the younger versions in the hope that perhaps it'll help them. There was also the possibility that it could the other Team's timeline, however. Privately, Conner did want to help them, remembering how many issues he had when he was younger.

He'd stopped in here to check on how the younger versions were doing, but it seemed the answer was just fine.

If he wasn't here when they did something, then Conner couldn't be blamed for their actions.

Conner did the sensible thing, and left.

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I am so sorry, it's been a really long time. I know it's kind of short, but I didn't really want to do any plot since it's been so long. So I just kind of did silly fluff. I was intending to update my stories earlier, but I've had to work on college apps, and then my Grammy died about two months ago, which threw a lot things out of balance.

Happy Thanksgiving!