Inner Child Havoc
Title: Inner Child Havoc III
Fandom: DCU
Pairings: Clark/Bruce, John/Wally
Characters: Clark Kent/Superman, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Wally West/Flash, John Stewart/Green Lantern, Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
Word Count:1,995
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, Paternal Ollie (aw)
Synopsis:
Ollie puts the kids to bed...and gets taken in by the cuteness that is Six Year old Superheroes. Dinah takes photos! :)
(Everyone was posting cute fluff, so I thought I'd jump off the bridge too...while my brain is still fried a bit on the meds! ^-^)
Previous Chapters:
( Inner Child Havoc! ) <---When they first turned six.
( Inner Child Havoc II ) <----When Wally and John joined Sixdom...and Oliver gets a taste of badassed superpowered kids.
Next Chapter:
Inner Child Havoc III: Bedtime stories!
Being six again had its difficulties; one as such that the brilliant mind of a man on a mission usually could only think of several things to do that would drive the adults crazy. He didn’t have access to his adult toys, and children’s toys (what he was allowed to play with) were worth spit. The intellectual stimulation of V-tech was mediocre at best, and served its purpose when Bruce managed to take it apart and rewire the voice mechanisms. What was coming out that computer’s mouth was enough to turn ears red, had some morally bound people sputtering, and the raunchy bedfellows who were up there in age, laughing hysterically.
They, meaning Diana and Dinah, learned NOT to give Bruce anything electronic and boring.
Bruce had somehow managed to weasel his way into getting a Wii and a NEW X-box 360. It involved three pouting lips, a set of puppy eyes, and an image of Clark burying his snotty nose in Bruce’s trembling shoulder in order for the remaining adults to break down. Wally took the cake on that one, sobbing pathetically and clinging to Green Arrow, who’d yet to recover from the whole spaghettio/hotdog debacle. Wally sniffling, crying openly, and wailing his apologies to Green Arrow dead set on NOT getting them anything entertaining had him in the evil eye of the women.
So, of course he was the one who had to go fetch those things, and the games of their choice.
Green Arrow would have said it was disconcerting to see a bunch of six year olds screaming at the television screen as a round of bullets went flying into some odd looking alien thing, but it was better than Bruce coming up with ideas. Luckily no one else had de-aged, and J’onn was working on what caused it, and how to reverse it. Until then…Green Arrow was the default baby-sitter, as Booster Gold had apparently vanished after the first debacle.
Well, that and Dinah threatened bodily harm on him.
Sighing tiredly to himself, he pushed his glove forward and looked at the time. It was headed on nine, and even for him that was a little late for six year olds to be up. In the relatively “clean” recreation room, Bruce was still tapping away at the controls of the game he was playing. Clark was raptly watching from his side, pressing close and trying not to appear as if he was drifting. John was on the other controller, making muffled sounds of outrage when their characters were being blown to kingdom come with a lucky shot. Bruce smacked something on the side of his controller and with a loud “whoop!” coming from John, they’d gained another level.
Wally could care less about it all. He was currently tucked between the cushion and Green Arrow’s side, signaling that it was indeed time for bed.
“All right brat brigade,” Green Arrow yawned. “Enough’s enough. Off with the game and time for BED.”
Bruce wrinkled his nose a bit, but complied. If Green Arrow was shocked, he didn’t make it known. Bruce picked himself up and helped Clark up. John leapt up from his place on the floor and tackled Bruce from behind, giggling as the scowling six year old pushed his head. John let go, but not before Bruce managed to tackle hug him and send them both into a tumbling giggling mess.
Green Arrow rolled his eyes, standing up with Wally in his embrace. The speedster was tuckered out, but not enough to keep him from laughing at his young companions. Green Arrow began to walk towards the room prepared for them, stopping only to look down at young Clark taking his free hand innocently. Wide blue eyes looked up into his disbelieving mask covered ones, and he felt that little hand tighten a bit. In turn, Wally hugged his arms around the tall man’s neck, sighing sleepily as he made himself comfortable. Green Arrow looked to Bruce and John, only to find them rubbing their eyes and eventually headed for his direction.
This was just a little too weird.
They walked along the slightly darkened corridors, and soon came to one of the guest rooms that had been redesigned for the duration of their youthfulness. The door opened automatically, allowing Bruce and John to tumble in first and run over to where their night clothes were lain out.
The massive bed that was settled in the corner of the room was surrounded by their little doodles they’d done over the past few days. Green Arrow scowled openly at the one of him hanging upside down with x’s for eyes, but it was Clark’s favorite so it wasn’t coming down. Clark giggled and squeezed his hand once, letting go to run and gather his clothing for the night. Bruce was pulling his shirt over his spiked up head and John was crawling into the massive bed by then. Wally was still dozing lightly on his shoulder.
“Come on brat,” he said softly, “time to change for bed.”
It took a little doing, but eventually he managed to get Wally out of his play clothes and into his pajamas. Again, Green Arrow had to shake his head. Wally was nestled in a two piece that had superman’s insignia littered all over the bottom portion and smack dead in the center of his blue and red trimmed shirt. John was sitting dressed in a pair of boxers with little bats on them, and a black shirt with Batman’s symbol on them. Clark ran over to the bed then, dressed in a green nightshirt with the Green Lantern core symbol on the breast pocket. And Bruce was in a bright red shirt with the Flash’s symbol on the backside with black sleep pants underneath.
“You four are something else,” he muttered, plopping Clark and Wally onto the mattress. Bruce was the last to get on the bed, thrusting his hands up at Green Arrow. The archer didn’t have much choice. He hefted the small boy up and bodily-but gently- threw his giggling body into the pillows.
“All right, brat brigade,” Green Arrow said resisting the urge to smile, “Does anyone need water?” Everyone shook their heads. “Does anyone need to go to the bathroom?” Again, four small heads shook themselves. Green Arrow tapped his foot patiently. “Okay…do I need to leave the nightlight on tonight?”
“That was only that ONE time!” Bruce growled.
“So…no?”
“NO.”
“Good. Lights out.”
“Ollie?” Clark said quietly, “Can…can you wead us a bedtime stowy??”
It was bad enough that they all had to sleep in the huge king sized bed like the wrapped up monkeys that they were. It was bad enough that he was even here, tucking them in so to speak. Yet when the four of them put together their most earnest and beguiling faces-Green Arrow sighed loudly and shoved the utter shame of defeat deep into the soles of his feet. He tossed his gloves, toed off his boots, and snatched off his mask and hat as he headed for the nearby bookshelf.
Oliver scanned the titles quickly, fingers brushing over the thin binder of a book he was well familiar with. He snatched it from its resting spot and waltzed over to the bed. The kids moved to either side, making way for the bigger man as he crawled to the headboard and plopped down like a man on a mission. He ignored the warmth of four bodies curling up to him or around him, laying the book out to show them the picture as he began to read.
“The true story of the Three Little Pigs,” he read.
Dinah rubbed the back of her blonde head tiredly. Missions were running back to back lately, and without the head honcho and his all mighty knight of darkness, it was a little more difficult to keep things in order. That didn’t mean they couldn’t manage, but the major part of their arsenal being taken away was being felt keenly by everyone.
She sighed, bidding the others goodnight as she headed for her quarters. It had been a long day and her bed was screaming for her to get in it.
“Dinah, wait up a moment,” Diana called. She and Vixen quickly caught up to her dragging self, torn between laughing at the open tiredness and offering to help put her out of her misery. Dinah sneered playfully at Vixen’s soft but not unheard giggle.
“Please tell me that you’re just walking my way,” Dinah pleaded.
“Actually, we were wondering if you’ve seen Oliver,” Vixen said. “He was babysitting them tonight, right?”
Dinah had forgotten, and covered her face with a muffled curse when the possibilities ran through her mind. “Oh, god I hope they didn’t string him up again,” she muttered.
“Well, nothing seems out of place,” Diana said slowly, “Still, we’d better check on the boys just to make sure.”
Dinah had an extra pep to her step, remembering Oliver’s outrage when he learned he was to be baby-sitting yet again. He’d nearly busted a blood vessel, but Dinah putting a fist to his face and threatening to withhold any and all adult privileges quickly shut him up. The truth of the matter was that if Booster Gold was around, the kids-god, the KIDS-would have eaten him alive. The fact that Oliver survived that ordeal and how Bruce didn’t openly say he was going to “mess up his world” (not in those words, but that’s Bruce for you) meant that Oliver had a better chance at keeping them entertained than anyone else. And he couldn’t very well say no when Wally was a babbling mess of wailing tears clinging to his pants leg. They would have killed him, and then made him babysit anyhow.
How hard was it to watch a bunch of kids messing with two different game consoles?
The short walk brought them down to the residential halls, where they headed for the lone room with scribbles all outside of it. Dinah didn’t wait for the others. She didn’t see a light and for her that meant trouble.
The door slid itself open without her prompting for the code on the side panel. She peered inside, and felt like Diana’s soft coo and Vixen’s gently giggle drifting into the silence: Warm.
Oliver didn’t stir. He remained in his position in the middle of the bed, arms sprawled out on either side of him as he snored softly in the darkness. Clark was curled up on his left, his little blackish blue head moving just a bit to snuggle deeper against the batman themed teddy-bear he held tightly to himself. Bruce was behind him, lying face down on his stomach with an arm curled under his belly and the other draped over Oliver’s. He snored softly, never once stirring as the girls giggled to themselves. Wally was a little freckled ball tucked on the right side of him, mouth slightly open with a line of drool steadily pooling on Oliver’s side. The older man didn’t seem to notice, or care. John was using Wally as his personal teddy-bear, head pressed against the red head and resting on Oliver’s other arm for support. He snorted and settled down again, tightening his arms around Wally’s waist as he drifted deeper into his slumber.
Dinah couldn’t help it. She moved and tried not to giggle as Vixen strolled in, snapped a photo, and ran out before she could give herself away. Diana pulled Dinah out of the room and the girls kept moving, laughing and cooing at the image of restlessness finally settling down.
At the foot of the bed, the book remained undisturbed for the remainder of the night.
Of course Bruce would-in the morning-start a long amusing rant about the wolf and his justified morale, but that is another story. :)
Awwww. There's more to this...it's become a side project.
Off to cause damage...in my dreams. Naptime! Feedback is godlike.
If you haven't read "The TRUE Story of the Three little Pigs" it is one little awesome book. The wolf tells his side of the story, and it's almost vindicated! lol I'd believe him...somewhat. Hehehee.
Fandom: DCU
Pairings: Clark/Bruce, John/Wally
Characters: Clark Kent/Superman, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Wally West/Flash, John Stewart/Green Lantern, Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
Word Count:1,995
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, Paternal Ollie (aw)
Synopsis:
Ollie puts the kids to bed...and gets taken in by the cuteness that is Six Year old Superheroes. Dinah takes photos! :)
(Everyone was posting cute fluff, so I thought I'd jump off the bridge too...while my brain is still fried a bit on the meds! ^-^)
Previous Chapters:
( Inner Child Havoc! ) <---When they first turned six.
( Inner Child Havoc II ) <----When Wally and John joined Sixdom...and Oliver gets a taste of badassed superpowered kids.
Next Chapter:
Inner Child Havoc III: Bedtime stories!
Being six again had its difficulties; one as such that the brilliant mind of a man on a mission usually could only think of several things to do that would drive the adults crazy. He didn’t have access to his adult toys, and children’s toys (what he was allowed to play with) were worth spit. The intellectual stimulation of V-tech was mediocre at best, and served its purpose when Bruce managed to take it apart and rewire the voice mechanisms. What was coming out that computer’s mouth was enough to turn ears red, had some morally bound people sputtering, and the raunchy bedfellows who were up there in age, laughing hysterically.
They, meaning Diana and Dinah, learned NOT to give Bruce anything electronic and boring.
Bruce had somehow managed to weasel his way into getting a Wii and a NEW X-box 360. It involved three pouting lips, a set of puppy eyes, and an image of Clark burying his snotty nose in Bruce’s trembling shoulder in order for the remaining adults to break down. Wally took the cake on that one, sobbing pathetically and clinging to Green Arrow, who’d yet to recover from the whole spaghettio/hotdog debacle. Wally sniffling, crying openly, and wailing his apologies to Green Arrow dead set on NOT getting them anything entertaining had him in the evil eye of the women.
So, of course he was the one who had to go fetch those things, and the games of their choice.
Green Arrow would have said it was disconcerting to see a bunch of six year olds screaming at the television screen as a round of bullets went flying into some odd looking alien thing, but it was better than Bruce coming up with ideas. Luckily no one else had de-aged, and J’onn was working on what caused it, and how to reverse it. Until then…Green Arrow was the default baby-sitter, as Booster Gold had apparently vanished after the first debacle.
Well, that and Dinah threatened bodily harm on him.
Sighing tiredly to himself, he pushed his glove forward and looked at the time. It was headed on nine, and even for him that was a little late for six year olds to be up. In the relatively “clean” recreation room, Bruce was still tapping away at the controls of the game he was playing. Clark was raptly watching from his side, pressing close and trying not to appear as if he was drifting. John was on the other controller, making muffled sounds of outrage when their characters were being blown to kingdom come with a lucky shot. Bruce smacked something on the side of his controller and with a loud “whoop!” coming from John, they’d gained another level.
Wally could care less about it all. He was currently tucked between the cushion and Green Arrow’s side, signaling that it was indeed time for bed.
“All right brat brigade,” Green Arrow yawned. “Enough’s enough. Off with the game and time for BED.”
Bruce wrinkled his nose a bit, but complied. If Green Arrow was shocked, he didn’t make it known. Bruce picked himself up and helped Clark up. John leapt up from his place on the floor and tackled Bruce from behind, giggling as the scowling six year old pushed his head. John let go, but not before Bruce managed to tackle hug him and send them both into a tumbling giggling mess.
Green Arrow rolled his eyes, standing up with Wally in his embrace. The speedster was tuckered out, but not enough to keep him from laughing at his young companions. Green Arrow began to walk towards the room prepared for them, stopping only to look down at young Clark taking his free hand innocently. Wide blue eyes looked up into his disbelieving mask covered ones, and he felt that little hand tighten a bit. In turn, Wally hugged his arms around the tall man’s neck, sighing sleepily as he made himself comfortable. Green Arrow looked to Bruce and John, only to find them rubbing their eyes and eventually headed for his direction.
This was just a little too weird.
They walked along the slightly darkened corridors, and soon came to one of the guest rooms that had been redesigned for the duration of their youthfulness. The door opened automatically, allowing Bruce and John to tumble in first and run over to where their night clothes were lain out.
The massive bed that was settled in the corner of the room was surrounded by their little doodles they’d done over the past few days. Green Arrow scowled openly at the one of him hanging upside down with x’s for eyes, but it was Clark’s favorite so it wasn’t coming down. Clark giggled and squeezed his hand once, letting go to run and gather his clothing for the night. Bruce was pulling his shirt over his spiked up head and John was crawling into the massive bed by then. Wally was still dozing lightly on his shoulder.
“Come on brat,” he said softly, “time to change for bed.”
It took a little doing, but eventually he managed to get Wally out of his play clothes and into his pajamas. Again, Green Arrow had to shake his head. Wally was nestled in a two piece that had superman’s insignia littered all over the bottom portion and smack dead in the center of his blue and red trimmed shirt. John was sitting dressed in a pair of boxers with little bats on them, and a black shirt with Batman’s symbol on them. Clark ran over to the bed then, dressed in a green nightshirt with the Green Lantern core symbol on the breast pocket. And Bruce was in a bright red shirt with the Flash’s symbol on the backside with black sleep pants underneath.
“You four are something else,” he muttered, plopping Clark and Wally onto the mattress. Bruce was the last to get on the bed, thrusting his hands up at Green Arrow. The archer didn’t have much choice. He hefted the small boy up and bodily-but gently- threw his giggling body into the pillows.
“All right, brat brigade,” Green Arrow said resisting the urge to smile, “Does anyone need water?” Everyone shook their heads. “Does anyone need to go to the bathroom?” Again, four small heads shook themselves. Green Arrow tapped his foot patiently. “Okay…do I need to leave the nightlight on tonight?”
“That was only that ONE time!” Bruce growled.
“So…no?”
“NO.”
“Good. Lights out.”
“Ollie?” Clark said quietly, “Can…can you wead us a bedtime stowy??”
It was bad enough that they all had to sleep in the huge king sized bed like the wrapped up monkeys that they were. It was bad enough that he was even here, tucking them in so to speak. Yet when the four of them put together their most earnest and beguiling faces-Green Arrow sighed loudly and shoved the utter shame of defeat deep into the soles of his feet. He tossed his gloves, toed off his boots, and snatched off his mask and hat as he headed for the nearby bookshelf.
Oliver scanned the titles quickly, fingers brushing over the thin binder of a book he was well familiar with. He snatched it from its resting spot and waltzed over to the bed. The kids moved to either side, making way for the bigger man as he crawled to the headboard and plopped down like a man on a mission. He ignored the warmth of four bodies curling up to him or around him, laying the book out to show them the picture as he began to read.
“The true story of the Three Little Pigs,” he read.
Dinah rubbed the back of her blonde head tiredly. Missions were running back to back lately, and without the head honcho and his all mighty knight of darkness, it was a little more difficult to keep things in order. That didn’t mean they couldn’t manage, but the major part of their arsenal being taken away was being felt keenly by everyone.
She sighed, bidding the others goodnight as she headed for her quarters. It had been a long day and her bed was screaming for her to get in it.
“Dinah, wait up a moment,” Diana called. She and Vixen quickly caught up to her dragging self, torn between laughing at the open tiredness and offering to help put her out of her misery. Dinah sneered playfully at Vixen’s soft but not unheard giggle.
“Please tell me that you’re just walking my way,” Dinah pleaded.
“Actually, we were wondering if you’ve seen Oliver,” Vixen said. “He was babysitting them tonight, right?”
Dinah had forgotten, and covered her face with a muffled curse when the possibilities ran through her mind. “Oh, god I hope they didn’t string him up again,” she muttered.
“Well, nothing seems out of place,” Diana said slowly, “Still, we’d better check on the boys just to make sure.”
Dinah had an extra pep to her step, remembering Oliver’s outrage when he learned he was to be baby-sitting yet again. He’d nearly busted a blood vessel, but Dinah putting a fist to his face and threatening to withhold any and all adult privileges quickly shut him up. The truth of the matter was that if Booster Gold was around, the kids-god, the KIDS-would have eaten him alive. The fact that Oliver survived that ordeal and how Bruce didn’t openly say he was going to “mess up his world” (not in those words, but that’s Bruce for you) meant that Oliver had a better chance at keeping them entertained than anyone else. And he couldn’t very well say no when Wally was a babbling mess of wailing tears clinging to his pants leg. They would have killed him, and then made him babysit anyhow.
How hard was it to watch a bunch of kids messing with two different game consoles?
The short walk brought them down to the residential halls, where they headed for the lone room with scribbles all outside of it. Dinah didn’t wait for the others. She didn’t see a light and for her that meant trouble.
The door slid itself open without her prompting for the code on the side panel. She peered inside, and felt like Diana’s soft coo and Vixen’s gently giggle drifting into the silence: Warm.
Oliver didn’t stir. He remained in his position in the middle of the bed, arms sprawled out on either side of him as he snored softly in the darkness. Clark was curled up on his left, his little blackish blue head moving just a bit to snuggle deeper against the batman themed teddy-bear he held tightly to himself. Bruce was behind him, lying face down on his stomach with an arm curled under his belly and the other draped over Oliver’s. He snored softly, never once stirring as the girls giggled to themselves. Wally was a little freckled ball tucked on the right side of him, mouth slightly open with a line of drool steadily pooling on Oliver’s side. The older man didn’t seem to notice, or care. John was using Wally as his personal teddy-bear, head pressed against the red head and resting on Oliver’s other arm for support. He snorted and settled down again, tightening his arms around Wally’s waist as he drifted deeper into his slumber.
Dinah couldn’t help it. She moved and tried not to giggle as Vixen strolled in, snapped a photo, and ran out before she could give herself away. Diana pulled Dinah out of the room and the girls kept moving, laughing and cooing at the image of restlessness finally settling down.
At the foot of the bed, the book remained undisturbed for the remainder of the night.
Of course Bruce would-in the morning-start a long amusing rant about the wolf and his justified morale, but that is another story. :)
Awwww. There's more to this...it's become a side project.
Off to cause damage...in my dreams. Naptime! Feedback is godlike.
If you haven't read "The TRUE Story of the Three little Pigs" it is one little awesome book. The wolf tells his side of the story, and it's almost vindicated! lol I'd believe him...somewhat. Hehehee.