A/N: Hi. Thank you for the reviews and faves and follows! I love all of you and your imput thanks!

Anyway, I am trying to add a plot to this... So... Yeah.

"We should come up with a new scale," Jaime teased, his brown eyes peeking through the gaps in the school library's bookshelves. "'On a scale of one to Bart how dumb are your jokes?'"

Bart snorted noisily. Nearby students shot him nasty glares and he stifled his laughter with his palm.

"Please, you haven't heard dumb until you hear one of Wally's One-Line Wonders," Bart whispered, following Jaime as the older boy browsed on the opposite side of the shelf. "Guaranteed to win the heart of any lover you like."

Jaime nodded, not meeting Bart's gaze. "Any lover I like?"

Something about Jaime's tone made Bart blush. "That's what Wally says anyway."

Jaime hummed in understanding, keeping his eyes fixated on the books. "Speaking of, I thought I saw him walk in earlier."

"Doubt it," Bart dismissed. "Wally wouldn't be caught dead in the library."

"He was with that Grayson kid," Jaime added, selecting a book from the shelf.

Bart frowned. "Dick?"

Jaime hid his flush by pulling the book closer to his face. "Yes him."

"Weird..." Bart said, glancing around as if expecting to see Wally flash by in a blur of yellow track gear and ginger hair.

"Totally," Jaime agreed. "Almost as weird as you being here."

Bart grinned at him. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't join you in your tireless search for science?"

"The kind of friend that should be studying for his math final tomorrow," Jaime countered.

Bart rolled his eyes. "I'll have you know that I do just fine in math. I do just fine in most of my classes actually. All except for- Well-"

Jaime met Bart's gaze. "What?"

"Nothing," Bart said, looking at his feet. "Just a pointless subject."

"Tell me," Jaime prompted. "Maybe I could help you."

"You're going to laugh at me."

"I'm always going to laugh at you, hermano."

"Even if my jokes are dumb?" Bart asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"It's a promise," Jaime grinned. "Now come on, tell me."

Bart sighed and buried his face in his hands. "It's... Spanish."

As predicted, Jaime broke out into giggles. Pink to spread across Bart's cheeks.

"It isn't funny," Bart muttered.

"Asi que es espanol que te esta dando problemas?" The Spanish rolled off Jaime's tongue effortlessly, his voice shifting down to a new, rich tone that sent chills up Bart's spine. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I can help you with Spanish."

"You can?"

"Of course," Jaime said. "I tutor Gar, didn't he tell you?"

Bart remembered. He also remembered Gar's look of anxiety when Bart told him he was going to be spending time with Jaime after school, "Okay, well. If he does... you know the thing, make sure you ask him about it." The thought made Bart feel angry and irrationally defensive. Even after Jaime joining them for lunch everyday that week, his friends were still convinced that something was off about Jaime. It was driving Bart nuts; Jaime hadn't been anything but kind, and sweet, and smart and- Bart brushed the memory aside.

"How much do you charge for lessons?" Bart asked.

"For you it's free," Jaime informed, returning the book to its shelf.

"Really?" Bart perked up. "You'd do that?"

Jaime's eyes glimmered with tease. "Pero solo porque eres linda."

"I'm just going to take that as a yes. Thank you!" Bart exclaimed. Jaime hushed him through his laughter.

"We're in the library, hermano," Jaime reminded him. "We have to keep-"

There was a loud thud, and a muffled shout from behind Bart, causing him to jump and flip around. "What the-! What was-"

"Shh!" Jaime quieted, holding a finger to his lips. "Listen!"

"I'm tired of it, Dick!" a hiss came from the aisle just behind Bart. "I can't do this anymore."

"Wally, listen-"

"No, you listen, wise guy! This has gone too far. Way too far. We need to go to the cops."

"No! We don't have enough evidence, not yet."

"Dick, we could be in serious danger here."

"I know, I know." Bart had never heard Dick sounding so desperate. The senior had always seemed to calm and collected when Bart had spoken to him. "I'll figure it out. I'll think of something."

"You can't promise that."

"Wally, please listen to me, I'll take care of it. But if we don't get a solid lead-"

"No, see? This is what you do. You put this stupid investigation as a priority over your safety, over your friends, over me. You're supposed to be my best friend, but all you care about is the stupid case!"

"Stupid case? I'm trying to help people!"

"And I'm trying to help you! Can't you see that this is out of our control?"

Bart's brows knit in concern. Out of their control? He knew Wally and Dick liked to sneak out with their friends, play detective, and look through Dick's dad's private investigator files, but Bart never thought they'd get tied up in anything serious. They had more sense than that, didn't they?

"We can still fix it." Dick sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "We can figure it out."

"Can't we ask your dad?" Wally begged. "He'd know what to do."

"No! He'd just lecture us for getting too involved."

"Maybe we are too involved."

There was a pause. It was a heavy sort of silence, the kind of silence that made Bart hold his breath in fear of breaking it.

"We have to back out, Dick."

"But-"

"Listen, we can't take on guys like these. They have-"

There was a rustle and all four boys froze. Soft footsteps approached quickly and Bart could hear Wally press himself up against the bookshelf.

"You boys need help finding anything?" Bart recognized the school councilor Ms. Canary's voice. He frowned in confusion. What was the school councilor doing in the library? The other councilor's he'd seen didn't usually leave their office unless they were coming in or heading home.

"No, that's okay."

"We're fine," Wally answered.

"You should get moving along then." Ms. Canary's voice held a knowing, warning tone. "You wouldn't want to get stuck in a place you don't belong."

"Yes, m'am," Dick said.

"Totally agree," Wally responded. "Thank you."

"Yeah thanks," Dick said hurriedly.

"Right..." She lingered over them for a few more moments, as if waiting for- Bart wasn't sure, but it made his throat harden uncomfortably. "Well, I suppose if I can't help you with anything... "Bart could almost see her turning on her heel in his minds eye. "...Have a good day."

She walked away and Wally let a few moments pass before letting out a sigh of exasperation. "We are so in over our heads."

Bart heard Dick mumble a reply as they shuffled out. Jaime rounded the aisle to join Bart, giving him a confused look.

"What was that about?" He whispered.

"I dunno..." Bart said, leaning over so he could watch Dick and Wally exit the library. Rubbing their necks, and checking over their shoulders anxiously. "But we're going to find out."

A/N: Incase you are wondering. Jaime's Spanish is *supposed* to say

1: Having problems with Spanish?

2: Only because you're cute.

Haha well. There you go, please tell me what you think!