A/N: Enjoy another small chapter that I forgot to upload yesterday. XD This is where the implied OT6 comes into play. Ahaha

After a few hours, it came to the attention that the only other people who could hold little Damian was anyone besides Wally, granted they got scratched a few times, but none of it was as bad as Wally. Surprisingly, Artemis was the one that got the minimum damage. In actuality, she was the one between her and M'gann who didn't get hurt as much. Atlantean skin is quite dense, and there is no needed explanation for Conner. So she was currently holding Damian, hands under his arms and bouncing him on her leg.

He seemed to glare less when she did this.

Conner sat beside her, head resting on a propped up hand, and watched them with a bit of interest, while Wally took up her other side, sitting as far away as possible on the small couch and studying his not injured finger.

"I don't understand why he can like you, and not me!" Wally claimed sullenly.

"Well, you did scare him with that face of yours. How else do you think he would have reacted when you brought it that close for him to see? Right, Dami? Big 'ol Wally scared you so you bit him."

"Hardy har har, and like yours isn't scary?"

Surprisingly or not, all she did was smirk at him before turning her attention back to Damian, who, for some mundane reason, held up both hands and patted her cheeks twice before he let them rest there. Amused, she let an eyebrow rise, to which Damian scrunched his face just a tiny bit. His baby blue eyes squinted in scrutiny, his lips pursed, making his chubby cheeks look chubbier.

"Hmm," she hummed, giving Wally a side glance, "seems like he likes my face more than yours."

"He's obviously grossed out by it."

"Apparently not, see?"

Damian lowered his hands a bit and made grabby motions to Artemis' torso. She complied and hugged him to her chest, her heart warming at how accepting he was of her.

She even smiled when she felt a few strands of her hair being tugged downwards, a few babbled baby sounds, no doubt his inquiring about her long hair, and she was completely gone.

"Even Damian likes your hair, Artemis," Conner stated, ever the one to point out the obvious.

She grinned back at the clone flirtatiously, baring all her teeth before she winked at him, much to his amusement, "I could let you play with it all you want later, big guy."

"I'll hold you to it," he answered back contritely.

"Please, oh please, tell me you're letting me in on that too. I think a good hour of sexi-I mean loving would restore my pride."

"Sure," Conner uttered, "once Damian is returned back home."

Flabbergasted would be the proper word to describe the look on Wally's face, and Artemis couldn't help but snicker at it. It only caused her slight discomfort since Damian was caught off guard with her sudden movement and pulled harder than he did.

"Dude, how can you say that?"

"Well, according to the notebook, Damian is a light sleeper."

"So," Wally pouted and crossed his arms, "that's got nothing to do with me."

"Out of all of us, you're the one that screams a lot," Artemis pointed out as she tentatively petted the baby's soft hair. Of course, he shivered and took one of his chubby hands and pinched her earlobe in return.

"You're not one for affection, huh?" She asked, pulling Damian away from her body so she could get a good look at him. His blank, indifferent stare startled a laugh out of her, and when he started squirming, a sign that he wanted her to let go, she loosened her grip, and plopped him back on her lap.

It was only after he started moving in Wally's general direction, did she suspect that Damian wanted to do something that would amuse her to no end. She tossed Conner a look before she went to observing the crawling toddler.

"Please don't bite me," Wally whispered, frozen in fear. But all Damian did was climb onto his lap and clutch the speedster's shirt in his tiny hands. Wally, the idiot that he was, brought his face close to the kid so that they were eye to eye.

"I think he's trying to tell you something," Conner suggested lightly, wrapping an arm around Artemis' waist as they continued to watch.

"Are you trying to say you're sorry, Damian?" Wally questioned softly. The brunette baby all just squinted his eyes. "I think he's trying to apologize," the red head exclaimed softly, "Aw, Damian I forgive you."

"Damn," Artemis cursed quietly, "I thought he was going to do-"

"ARGGHHHH NO! DAMIAN! LET GO! NO DON'T TIGHTEN YOUR TEETH!"

Wally's nose was now caught in Damian's mouth, making his usually nasally voice more garbled than usual. Artemis was laughing loudly into Conner's shirt, clutching at it tightly. Conner, on the other hand, was conflicted. He wanted to feel sorry for Wally, but he was too gullible even for a baby.

He came to the final decision that he should probably help Wally. His only obstacle was Artemis, now getting his shirt damp from tears streaming down her face from her laughter, who had a very tight grip on his shirt. He sure as hell didn't want to rip it when they weren't even on a mission.

...There was only so many shirts Black Canary was willing to pay for.

A/N: Ahaha, something about Wally and Damian are just comedic gold for me. Poor Wally, Artemis is too busy laughing while Conner is more worried about being yelled at by Black Canary about his shirts.