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Uncles, Aunties and Cookies

Eight year old Dick sat in the kitchen alone. Bruce was in New York City work and Alfred was on his way to England. Dick was excited because Uncle Clark was on his way as he sat there. He would only be home alone for about an hour. Alfred locked away all the knives and told him to only open the door for Uncle Clark. What would he do? Bruce had strictly forbidden Dick from going to the cave and going on patrol without him. Now that Dick thought about it the two banned him from pretty much everything until Uncle Clark came but they didn't ban him from one thing. Dick smiled excitedly and ran through the kitchen collecting flour, white and brown sugar, eggs, butter, chocolate chips, baking powder, salt, and vanilla.

"Now... How did Alfred make cookies?"

Dick realized he needed a bowl and cookie pan. So he went and got the plastic mixing bowl and the metal cookie pan. He had seen Alfred do this hundreds of times. So he got to work. Climbing up on the counter he poured white sugar into the bowl and then some brown. Grabbing the butter sick he paused. How would this mix? He asked himself. Getting of the counter he walked to the microwave and placed the still wrapped butter in the microwave hit ten seconds and then grabbed a whisk. When the microwave beeped Dick ran over and grabbed the softened butter and unwrapped it putting it in the bowl. Taking the whisk he started to mix. After that he added two eggs then mixed. Then flour, some baking powder, salt, vanilla and chocolate chips lots of them. Mixing the batter with his hands he turned the oven while he poured the batter onto the cookie pan. Putting the mess into the still warming oven and waited.

Clark was driving to Wayne Manor with Oliver and Barry. They both insisted that they should come and hang out with Dick while Bruce was gone so they could spoil their "nephew" without worrying about daddy Bats. Rounding the corner into the mansion Clark heard crying inside the manor.

"I think Dick is lonely he's crying," Clark said worriedly. Then he smelt it. "Something is burning!" he said to the other two men in the car.

"Ohmygod!" Barry said jumping out of the car rushing to the house. Clark stopped the car in front of the house and saw Barry knocking on the door. "Dick let me in it's Uncle Barry!" he yelled.

"I can... only... open... the door... for Uncle Clark..." the kid cried from behind the door.

"I'm right here," Clark sighed. "Let us in," the door clicked open to reveal Dick covered in sticky brown stuff with chocolate chips.

"What happened?" Oliver asked dropping his, Clark's, and Barry's stuff for the weekend in the door way. His nose crinkled at the smell of something burnt.

"I was trying to make cookies," Dick sobbed. Oliver scooped Dick up.

"They can't be that bad," Oliver said.

"Come on let's go to the kitchen," Barry said. Dick nodded and they went to the kitchen. The sight was a disaster. Batter was everywhere there were destroyed eggs on the ground. Salt, sugar, cloud and baking powder scattered the ground.

"Dick, what happened?" Clark asked turning off the oven to be safe.

"Well, I wanted to make you cookies Uncle Clark, like Alfred does... And the first batch came out bad the second and the third... I spilt the flour and everything and I thought I could use the mixer to mix things. But the lid came off and the batter got everywhere. And... And..." Dick started to cry again.

"Shh..." Oliver said. "We can clean this up together and make cookies again." So after about five minutes of cleaning, thanks to Barry, the Kitchen was spotless.

"So how do you make cookies?" Barry finally asked. All three men paused.

"Well…" Clark said pulling out his cell phone. "I'll call my ma and ask her," he said. Dialing the phone he left the kitchen. Dick looked at Barry and Oliver.

"Why are you guys here?" Dick asked curiously. "Only Uncle Clark was supposed to come," he informed.

"Well," Barry started. "We wanted to see you! We rarely get to see you without Bruce in the way, and we wanted to have fun!" he declared. Oliver nodded.

"Besides, I think the last time we saw you was a month ago," he added. "Bruce then kinda banned us from seeing you for a while…" Oliver said.

"Was it because of the time we almost lost Robin when we took him to Japan for his Social Studies project?" Barry asked.

"No, I think it was the second time when we almost lost him in China for the Great Wall of China project…" Oliver answered.

"I remember those trips!" Robin declared as Oliver sat down with Robin in his lap. "I got A's on those assignments!"

"We're proud of you," Barry said ruffling Dick's hair. Clark then walked into the kitchen.

"Well, I couldn't get a hold of her, so I called Diana, and she said she'd be happy to come down and help," Clark announced.

"Auntie Diana?" Dick asked. "Yeppie, we should invited Auntie Dinah here too!" he said. Oliver paled a bit.

"What's wrong Ollie?" Barry asked laughing.

"Nothing, we had a disagreement is all," Oliver responded.

Soon Wonder Woman and Black Canary had come to the house with over night gear as well.

"We hope you don't mind, but we want to spend time with Dick too," Diana said picking Dick up as he ran over to her. She smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead as Dick giggled.

"We are going to make cookies!" Dick said. "Cookies, cookies, cookies!"

"Calm down kid," Barry laughed as Dick jumped up and down in Diana's arms.

"I'm sure that's fine," Clark said. "I think the more of us will make this more fun, so are you all staying until the end of the weekend?" he added. Diana and Dinah both nodded.

"Yep, we figured that with three men watching this little bird nothing would go right," Dinah explained. "Lets go make some cookies," she added snatching Dick from Diana's arms.

Bruce was worried about Dick, and came home early finishing most everything, so he told himself, he had to do in New York in one day, rather than two. Pulling the car up next to the house at twelve o'clock at night he noticed two cars instead of one. Instantly worried about his little bird Bruce snapped into action and ran into the house only to smell something burning. Nothing was on fire, what was going on? Bruce walked towards the kitchen to a sight that he could not even begin to think of what happened. It almost looked like Black Canary screamed, or Superman and Wonder Woman destroyed the kitchen there were even a few green arrows… Bruce paused. Green arrows? Why was Oliver here? What happened? Bruce felt his shoe steep in something soft and sticky and chose not to look down to see what it was. Flour covered the room, chocolate chips everywhere. Alfred was going to be furious. Running into the living room worried he saw a sight that almost melted his heart. Dick was curled on Clark's lap who was leaning against the couch with Diana and Dinah on both sides of Clark each with one of Dick's hands in theirs, Oliver was lightly snoring on the couch his hand on Dick's head, Barry was somehow squeezed between Diana's head and the couch with his hand on Dick's shoulder. Smiling a bit he wondered what exactly happened. Every single one of the sleeping heroes on the ground had flour covering them, raw eggs in their hair or clothes, cookie batter on their feet. Suddenly Dick started to stir and thrash in Clark's lap. Bruce was about to move when everyone jerked awake.

"No! Don't… don't leave! NOOO!" Dick screamed in his sleep. All the adults jumped into action, Clark started to rock Dick in his sleep. Dinah and Oliver started to sing "Hush little Robin don't you cry." Barry stroked Dick's hair. And finally Diana kissed Dick on the cheek muttered words of comfort. Dick shuddered and then went back into peaceful sleep.

"Hey," Bruce finally whispered walking over to the group.

"Why are you here?" Clark asked a bit surprised as he yawned. "You were supposed to be back on Monday," he informed. Bruce nodded and crouched next to Dick and ran a hand through his black hair.

"Well, I was worried, so I finished my work early, but I can see there was no reason too," Bruce said giving a rare smile. Clark nodded and drifted back to sleep. "How many nightmares has he had?" he added seriously.

"This was his fifth," Oliver yawned stretching on the couch and going back to snoring.

"You guys have done this four other times?" Bruce asked surprised.

"The first time we had no clue what to do," Barry explained. "But we somehow fell into a rhythm," he added falling back to sleep on the floor.

"Is this normal?" Dinah asked.

"Sometimes, I guess no Alfred or me here doesn't help, but one to five nightmares happen at least twice a week," Bruce informed. Dinah nodded and slowly went back to sleep as well.

"This is normal?" Diana asked tiredly.

"His childhood isn't exactly normal," Bruce informed. Diana nodded understanding. "Go back to sleep Princess," he added. Diana nodded and went back to sleep. Bruce stood up and thought for a moment, maybe another day wouldn't kill him, obviously Dick was in good hands. Writing a quick note to the group he left the manor to go back to New York City, because honestly he did not do half the things he had to.

Morning came and everyone woke up, yawning, after Bruce came Dick did not have another nightmare that night. Yawning and stretching the five adult heroes realized Dick was not in the same room as them.

"OhmygoBruceisgonnakillus!" Barry yelped. "Dickwhereareyou?" he yelled through the house.

The fresh smell of pancakes wafted through living room.

"The kitchen!" they all yelled in horror. They all stampeded through the house to see Dick standing on a stool making pancakes.

"Good morning, Bruce left you guys a note," Dick said pointing to the note on the one clean part of the kitchen table.

"Whatareyoudoing?" Barry asked snatching Dick off the stool.

"Put me down!" little Dick declared. "I am making pancakes like my mommy did! That's the only thing I can really make," he added a little sadly.

"Oh Dickie," Diana sighed pulling Dick from Barry's hands and setting him back on the stool so he could make the last pancake. Doing a cool little flip of the pancake Dick placed it on the stack that was next to him.

"Pancakes and really, Bruce left you guys a note, when did he come last night?" he added not really surprised. Clark picked up the note and opened it.

"In the middle of the night he was worried," Oliver answered back finding a plate and cleaning off the chair and table sitting down. "Do you have syrup?" Oliver added. Dick nodded and pointed to it sitting in front of Oliver. Nodding Oliver took it and poured it on his pancakes taking a bite. "These are good!" he declared.

"That doesn't surprise me he was worried," Dick muttered. "What does it say?" he asked Clark.

"Well," Clark started to read out loud. "Hey everyone, I can see Dick is in good care while I was away so I went back to New York City. Make sure Dick gets to school no time on Monday and clean on the kitchen. If the kitchen isn't clean then I will make you all clean the Batcave… and don't take this lightly. Keep Dick safe, if he is so much as bruised when I come home…" Clark did not finish the rest his face paled. The others walked over and looked at the note.

"Keep Dick safe, got it!" Barry declared. "Let's get cleaning," Clark tossed the note to the side and Dick walked over to it and picked it up to read the last bit.

I will make sure that you won't make it out of my house alive. Bruce

A/N:

I think I want to write the China and Japan bits now! Lol! Thanks for reading! REVIEW!