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Rules:

1. No ice cream.

2. Bedtime is 8. No later.

3. Wally is only allowed in Wally-Proof rooms.

4. Batcave is off-limits.

5. No ice cream.

"Bruce, don't you think these rules are a little much?" Clark asked, eyeing the list the billionaire had just handed to him as they stood in the kitchen of Wayne Manor.

"No." Bruce narrowed his eyes at his two babysitters for the night. "Don't question my parenting; you're lucky you're even allowed to babysit after what happened last time."

"Bats, that was four years ago!" Wally said. "We've learned from our mistakes. Besides, I'm sure you have the air vents in this place Emma-proof."

Wally's attempt at lightening the mood was met by a fierce glare from Bruce. "Diana and I will be back around ten, and I swear, if I find one thing wrong when I get home-"

"Yeah, yeah," Wally waved his hand dismissively, "I'll be orbiting the Watchtower and Supes will have a date with some kryptonite. We got it."

Bruce growled, opening his mouth to retort, when Diana walked into the room, wearing a beautiful black dress. "We better get going if we're going to make our reservations, Bruce. Wally, Clark, behave yourselves. If anything goes wrong, I cant promise I'll hold Bruce back like I did last time," she said, pulling Bruce towards the front door.

"You two kids have fun now," Wally waved to them.

"Remember the rules! I'd hate to have Alfred come back from his one day off with a mess of blood to clean up." Bruce hissed before Diana dragged him out the door, closing it behind them.

Clark walked into the dining room, finding a five-year-old Emma dragging an orange crayon across a page in her coloring book. "Hey kiddo!" Clark greeted her, walking over to her with Wally behind him. "What are you doing?"

"Hi, Uncle Clark and Uncle Wally! I'm coloring superheroes," Emma lifted up the book for a brief second to show them her current picture of Green Lantern.

Wally walked over, looking at the previous page Emma had colored. "Hey, that's me! Wait...why am I pink? And why does it say 'moron' above it?"

"Daddy wrote that," Emma giggled. "Mommy told him that it wasn't nice, but daddy said it was the truth."

"You dad is such a loving person," Wally huffed.

Clark chuckled, before smiling to Emma. "Are you hungry?" Emma nodded. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Ice cream," she responded, not missing a beat.

"No ice cream," Clark shook his head.

"Daddy doesn't let me have ice cream either," Emma sighed sadly, looking to the superheroes with big, blue eyes.

"Come on, Supes! Get the kid some ice cream," Wally motioned to Emma. "How can you say no to a face like that?"

Clark's stern expression wavered for a moment. "Bruce wrote 'no ice cream' on the rule list, Wally. Besides, I'd hate to have to watch Green Lantern save you from orbiting the Watchtower again."

Wally sighed, turning to Emma. "Sorry kid, I guess Uncle Clark isn't much of a fun uncle."

"I'm a fun uncle!" Clark cried.

"A fun uncle would let me have ice cream," Emma said in a sing-song voice, not looking up from her coloring book.

Clark huffed. "Fine, one bowl."

"Yeah!" Emma cheered, racing to the kitchen.

"I'll help her," Flash grinned, speeding after the girl.

Bruce and Diana slowly spun around the dance floor, swaying to the music in the background. "Bruce, please try to relax," Diana said in a soothing voice, noting how tense her husband's posture was.

"Those two morons are going to screw up," Bruce sighed.

Diana rolled her eyes with a laugh. "What did I tell you about calling someone a moron?"

Bruce smiled. "I'll relax, but don't get mad when I say 'I told you so' when we get home."

"I wont," Diana chuckled, softly pressing her lips to his.

Clark ran around the Manor frantically, chasing down Emma, who was currently running around on a sugar rush, and had been for the past two hours. Wally had disappeared some time ago, leaving the Man of Steel alone to follow the trail of crayon scribbles on the walls. "Emma, please stop running!" Clark cried, flying through the living room.

Suddenly, Wally jumped into the room, stopping Clark dead in his tracks. Wally was wearing Bruce's Batman cowl, cape and had a batarang in his hand. "Look; I'm the freaking BatWally! No; the FlashBat!"

With wide eyes, Clark cried, "Are you insane?!"

"No, Im FlashBat," Wally gave Clark a look. "We just went over this."

Clark ignored his comment. "Put that stuff back; you weren't even supposed to be in the cave! Besides, I cant find Emma!"

"So the kid has a sugar rush; let her run. She'll tire herself out sometime," Wally shrugged, before trying to aim the batarang. "How hard do you think it is the throw one of these things? I mean, its gotta be like a boomerang, right?"

"Wally, put that stuff back!" Clark pleaded.

Wally ignored him, continuing to examine the weapon. "I bet if I throw it, it'll come right back!" Wally drew his right arm back, before throwing the batarang forward.

The batarang spun in an arch, before lodging itself into a painting on the wall. "Wally!" Clark yelled.

"I know! That was awesome!" Wally grinned, speeding over and pulling the batarang from the painting. "Don't worry, I'll get better; I just need some practice."

Clark watched Wally toss the Batarang out of the room, before chasing after it. "Its like Im babysitting two kids," Clark whined, before continuing his hunt for Emma.

He found her in the kitchen, shoving a cookie into her mouth. "Put the cookie down, Emma! No more sugar!"

Emma stuck her tongue out at him, before giggling and running a blue crayon against the cabinets. Clark lunged forward in an attempt to catch the girl, but she ran from him, his hands missing her by mere centimeters. Clark landed with a loud thud and cracked a few tiles underneath him, before picking himself back up and chasing her down. He stopped again when he found Wally struggling to pull the batarang out of the back of a couch, the speedster still wearing the cowl. "Wally, come on! Leave the batarang and help me out!"

"Relax, Supes," Wally said, turning to the Man of Steel, pulling the cowl off momentarily.

"What if they're on their way home early?" Clark asked with a worried expression. "I bet Bruce already knows!"

"Yeah, I bet his bat-senses are tingling," Wally muttered sarcastically.

"Wally, this is serious! We have about a hour left until they come home and Emma was supposed to be in bed at eight!" Clark cried, pacing.

"Come on, Robin!" Wally said, pulling the cowl back over his face. "There's not a moment to lose!"

Bruce and Diana walked towards the front door of Wayne Manor, hands intertwined. "It seems so peaceful, "Diana smiled, admiring the quiet house.

Bruce sighed. "Let's just hope its like that on the inside."

Bruce opened the front door only to have Wally and Clark blocking him from entering. They smiled to the parents, joining them on the front porch and closing the front door behind them. "How's Emma?" Diana asked.

"Sleeping beautifully," Clark smiled softly. "She was so tired."

"But that's what happens when she get's to spend the day with her favorite uncles," Wally grinned.

"Thanks, you guys," Diana smiled.

"No problem," Wally smiled. "Emma was an angel."

"We should get going either way," Clark said. "See you guys later."

The two babysitters waved goodbye, leaving the parents to walk into the house. As soon as they stepped in, Diana gasped. "Hera," she whispered, looking at the destroyed house.

Bruce's fists clenched, almost speechless. Crayon scribbles and chocolate syrup hand-prints covered the walls, while sprinkles and coloring book pages were scattered across the floor. Tiles in the kitchen were cracked, and a batarang was protruding from the back of the couch. Bruce's cowl and cape were draped over the back of a chair in the dining room, and other random objects were strewn around the rooms. "YOU MORONS!" Bruce yelled at the top of his lungs.

Clark and Wally stood at the main gate entrance to the Manor grounds. "Well, it was nice knowing you," Wally shook Clark's hand.

"If we live through this, I'll see you at the Watchtower tomorrow," Clark nodded.

"You two better come back here!" Bruce's voice cried from the main house.

"That's our cue to leave," Clark said, lifting himself into the air. "Bye, Wally!"

Wally watched as Clark flew out of sight, before narrowing his eyes. "It's FlashBat."

Hi guys! Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews and favorites, I'm glad you all liked the first chapter so much! To tell the truth, I was afraid that it wasn't funny because Im not that good at writing humor, at least in my opinion. Its definitely something I'm working on. So this story was intended to be a one shot, but so many of you seemed to enjoy it, I decided to add one more chapter :)I added Wally wearing the cowl and cape for a touch of silliness, though I know in real Batman life he would've never been able to access the suit. We'll ignore that factor in this chapter. :D Again, sorry if there's any spelling mistakes and/or out-of-characterness. I hope this is as good as the first chapter, but most of all, I hope you enjoyed it :) Thank you all for the support :D

-Bubblegum