Someone requested a second chapter. This plays on the fact that there's a lot of Robin's. Sorry that it's kinda long. I hope ya'll like it anyway. I kinda worked hard on it and had to study characters that I dislike strongly.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Dick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and screwing his eyes up. They wouldn't shut up. They kept screaming, pinching, pulling, pushing, kicking, fighting… if they didn't stop soon, he was going to kill them all. He hated his parents for having so many damn kids. They should've stopped after three like most parents, but no! They had to go on and have five kids, not to mention a miscarriage. Together, there were six Grayson children, and all six hated the living hell out of each other.

The first child who had born to the Graysons would've been named Matt. He had been a miscarriage though and had never even seen the wonder of life.

The Graysons had waited eight years after his death to have another child: little Richard John, also called Dick for reasons other than the fact that it's a common shortening of his full name. He was spoiled rotten until he learned to walk.

Then, Lance was born. The second his eyes opened, Lance grew an immediate hatred for Dick, biting him and pulling his hair at every chance he got. He'd scream when he was in the room alone with his oldest brother, so Dick just gave up on him.

Soon after, Jason was born. Jason was a naturally troublemaker, but he loved his big brothers. He liked to run down the street and worry his parents half to death or shoot unsuspecting animals with a BB gun so it'd hurt, but not kill them because he had quite the sadistic mind as a child.

Before Jason even grew teeth, Tim was out of the womb. Tim, like Jason, loved his brothers, but like Lance, was quite the asshole. He made a big show of hurting those that hurt his brothers and once he learnt to talk, he learned to cuss. The brothers accused Lance of teaching him the words, but they also accused the next child of teaching him too.

Stephanie was the only girl born to the Graysons, let alone the only blonde. Mary Grayson admitted to cheating on her husband to have this child, but he understood, mostly because of how beautiful the child was. She was born as soon as physically possible after Tim who obsessed over her and protected her most. She learned to talk first of the two, but Tim had been a slow baby.

The last child born to the Graysons was Damian. He was a violent, self-centered brat, even worse than Lance and Jason and Tim all wrapped up into one little being. Maybe it was because he was youngest and the youngest, according to scientific studies, is supposed to be the complete opposite of the eldest. The eldest was never born though, so no one was quite sure of who to blame on him.

Dick had been sentenced to baby-sitters' duty, mostly because Bruce refused to be stuck at home with 'five self-centered hellions'. Ever since their parents died, Dick had become the permanent single-parent for them all. He hated it, but he couldn't do a lot about it.

"Dick!" Stephanie wailed, tears in her eyes, "Jason's pulling my hair!"

Dick kept on walking, ignoring them because he knew they'd handle themselves. As if on cue, the sound of fist hitting skin sounded. Looks like Tim was doing his job. Yay.

"Leave her alone you bastard!" Tim growled at Jason, another punch sounding.

"Aw hell no!" a slap sounded, probably a back hand from the reaction it caused, "Nobody hits me, 'specially not you bitch."

Dick growled in the depths of his throat, but he kept walking. He finally snapped when Lance violently grabbed his arm and spun him around.

"You're supposed to be watching us!" Lance reminded him sourly.

If Dick had been a stick of dynamite, he would've exploded without the need of a fuse or a spark. He screwed his eyes up, balled his hands into fists and turned the rest of the way around so he was looking at them all.

"SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE!" he roared at them, his face red with fury. "IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN, I WILL SLIT YOUR THROATS AND BURY YOU UNDER THE BASEMENT!"

All five froze, their eyes wide and their lips parted in surprise. Damian, barely four, wrapped his arms around Stephanie's leg and sobbed dramatically. Stephanie distantly patted his back, moving slowly as if that could keep Dick from seeing her. Before Dick could say anything, a protective arm slung itself around his shoulders. He looked up and cracked a relieved smile as he recognized Wally.

"What's going on?" Wally asked, looking from kid to kid, "Who are these little guys?"

Dick buried his face in Wally's shirt, groaning loudly.

"They're hellions, I swear it!" he cried, shaking from the never-ending anger. "They've been sent here to punish me for agreeing to do this stupid show."

Wally chuckled, tousling Dick's hair comfortingly.

"I'm sure they aren't that bad. You just need a little help. Introduce me to the little demons, why don'cha?" he suggested, smiling warmly down at his best friend.

Sure, the kiss was still fresh on his mind, but there was no need to bring it up in front of the cute little kids or when Dick was this pissed. He kind of honored his life. Kind of. Dick poked his head up from Wally's shirt and turned to his siblings.

"This is Lance Brunner Grayson," he gestured to the angry ebony in front of him. "If they ever find me violently murdered, check his alibi first."

Lance scowled, giving a look that would make Batman proud. He obviously had been practicing. When Wally went to shake his hand, Lance flipped him off.

"Ha-… okay… nice to… meet you too…" he mumbled, averting his eyes for a moment.

"This is Jason Todd Grayson; horrible middle name, I know," Jason stuck out his tongue at Wally, encouraging the Wally to copy the gesture. "If this little ass ever joins the war, he'll end up betraying us all and selling out his team, I can guarantee it."

Jason actually nodded his head in a wave though, so he couldn't be half bad… could he? He probably was. The nice ones were usually the really bad ones.

"This is Tim Drake Grayson," the smaller ebony copied his older brother and flipped Wally off, but he did it with a grin though so it was kind of cute. "He's going to be in and out of jail so many times in the future that they'll have to have a whole file cabinet down at the station just for him."

Wally raised his eyebrows, "… Interesting."

"So's your mom," Tim smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

He looked over at Stephanie, hoping she'd be pleased, but she actually seemed a little pissed off at him. His shoulders slumped, his messy black bangs falling over his eyes in disappointment, mostly at himself.

"This is Stephanie Brown Grayson. It was supposed to be Brawn, but the nurse is a dumbass and dad was drunk so…" Stephanie was holding Damian in her arms, but she offered a brief smile the ginger's way. "She's… probably the nicest out of all of us. She's probably going to be a stripper though, so…"

Dick had to duck to avoid a well-aimed high heel.

"Stripper my ass," Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she stepped out of her other shoe to stay balanced.

Wally looked her up and down with an amused smirk. If she kept looking like that, she'd be the richest slut in the whole building. He stopped looking when Dick roughly brought his hand to the base of Wally's head in a head-slap that would've made Mark Harmon smile.

"Eyes to yourself West. She's still my sister," Dick reminded his friend under his breath.

Wally shrugged. "Sorry; KF Jr. doesn't really care about who the chick's related to."

He got hit again for that, but it was just a sharp elbow jab to the stomach. It wasn't near as bad as it could've been though. Dick turned his head, bowing it to the left, but Wally saw the cute little smile that the oldest ebony fought to hide and smiled victoriously to himself.

"And finally, you've got little Damian Grayson-Wayne… he took on Bruce's last name," the little boy must've dozed off on Stephanie's shoulder because cute little snores were coming from over there. "When he grows up, he's going to replace Satan, I swear it."

Wally smiled out on all of Dick's siblings. They all sort of looked like him. They had the same dark blue eyes as him, the boys had the same messy black hair, they all acted different than you'd think they would if you just looked at them and they were all so damn adorable! Except for Dick. Dick was hot, but that's another story that doesn't need to be told here and now.

"Why are the little Hellions tagging along? We have to finish the episode pretty soon," Wally brought up the obvious point, running a hand through his red hair.

He felt pretty stupid all decked out in his Kid Flash costume while the Graysons were still undressed in jackets and jeans.

"I'm stuck babysitting," Dick explained, face-palming as Jason and Tim started sparring again.

He turned back and walked to them both, picking both up by the fronts of their shirts and chucking them in separate directions.

"Touch each other again and I'll use a batbomb to do that," he promised, anger lacing his surprisingly calm voice.

He walked back to Wally's side.

"How long 'til we're due on stage?"

Wally was staring at the brothers who lay on the floor, twitching in pain. Dick didn't seem to care. Wow, what a great big brother!

"Oh- um… maybe an hour?"

Dick groaned, screwing his eyes up.

"Yo, demon spawn! Go annoy Megan. She's the pale one with the red hair and big boobs. Annoy the hell out of her," Dick commanded, pointing his finger in the way of her dressing room.

Little Damian's ears perked up at the word 'annoy' and he scrambled off of Stephanie. All five kids immediately ran off in the direction Dick pointed. All of the boys but Damian were going mostly for the 'big boobs' part. Stephanie was going because she had a particular dislike for redheads who weren't ginger because they were just artificial and not as fun. Wally raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

"I'm not worthy," Wally laughed, bowing.

Dick didn't smile though. He actually looked scared for a moment before he hastily grabbed Wally's hand in his, blushing slightly, dashing off towards his dressing room. Wally let himself get pulled, mostly because he noticed the blush. He had a feeling he wasn't just going to dress Dick up for the next scene. Actually, he hoped he wasn't just going to dress Dick up for the next scene. He'd rather undress him, if you get where I'm going with that.

Once inside the trailer, Dick threw the lock and ran to the back closet, picking up his costume's many pieces and laying them out on the bed. He was shaking, but Wally had no idea why.

"Rob… is… is everything okay?" Wally asked struggling not to stutter.

He was probably getting excited for nothing.

"No. It's not. You wanted to ask me something when you came to see why I screamed. Ask it."

Now it seemed like Dick was getting upset for nothing. Wally wasn't hear to necessarily yell. He was just curious.

"Wait- it's about the kiss… isn't it?" Dick stuttered like a mad man, his voice quivering near as bad as he was.

Before Wally could answer, Dick pulled his shirt off to slip on the red spandex. He had to fidget with a while though, seeing how bad he was shaking. Wally felt bad and walked up, helping Dick slip into the shirt. He carefully pulled it down over the cute six-pack blossoming on the pale skin, his fingers skimming the skin on Dick's stomach. The ebony squirmed, his ears shooting the darkest of scarlets.

"Yeah, that's exactly why," Wally laughed weakly, fastening the chest straps over Dick's chest carefully.

Dick sighed, obviously scared shitless.

"I-I'm sorry-," he began to apologize, but Wally teasingly set a finger to his lips.

Dick stopped, crossing his pretty blue eyes to stare.

"I just wanted to know what it was for. I'm not here to put a burning cross in your trailer or something," Wally assured him.

He had to force himself to turn his head as Dick slipped into the black tights for his own safety. He too was wearing spandex and he had to watch himself. After all, it was skin tight and anything under it could be seen.

"Well… uh… I… it was because I… I… l-like… I like you," Dick blurted out, his face as red as the lightning bolt on Wally's chest.

Wally grinned to himself, swallowing a whoop of excitement. He said nothing as he turned back with a shy smile instead, fastening Dick's cape around his neck. He made sure to take his time as he ducked to fasten it properly; his face was barely inches from Dick's. The poor ebony felt the room start to spin and he shook like mad, setting a hand to the bed to keep from falling.

"I uh…" Wally set a hand to his neck as the cape secured itself, "I think I like you too."

Dick's eyes swelled, no white skin left on his face. It was all red now. The ebony grinned madly to himself, slipping the utility belt around his waste and clicking it in place. Wally held the domino mask in his palm for the longest time before he delicately placed it into the folds of Dick's face. They were close again. Not close enough for comfort, but definitely close enough to make their worlds get trapped in the same tornado, making it hard to stand.

"Then… maybe we should try this again," Wally smiled shyly.

Dick suddenly became aware of the emerald eyes staring longingly at his lips. His smile grew the shyest yet, but he weakly stepped forward.

"Maybe we should…" he agreed, eying the lips not too far from his.

Wally set his hand to the back of Dick's neck, being cautious about this. Was he really going to ruin his straight status? Another look at Dick's lips gave him the answer: hell yes. He pulled Dick forward, pressing the convincing lips to his own. It didn't feel wrong, but it didn't feel right. It didn't feel. It just made his stomach do back flips through the air and the room start to shake.

The rightness came into play when Dick got the nerve to kiss back. It was soft, gentle and slow; it was everything Wally usually wasn't. A soft giggle broke the kiss for a moment as Dick had to rise up to his tippy toes, but they stayed together, testing everything carefully. This was trial two in their new study, and it was definitely working better than the first try.

The door to the trailer was suddenly kicked in and they scrambled to separate, looking like human tomatoes. Tim stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. He looked from Wally to Dick, back and forth for the longest time, trying to decide what he could possibly say at a time like this.

"T-Tim," Dick began to try to explain himself.

Tim shook his head in disapproval, shivering in disgust.

"Fag," he shot his big brothers way, slamming the door shut behind him.

Dick's shoulders slumped for a moment.

"The little Hellion's got one thing right," Wally smiled, kissing Dick swiftly on the lips.

Dick rolled his eyes behind the blush, trying to pretend that the quick motion didn't just make his knees go weak. Wally scooped his little bird off his feet.

"Now come on, we've got an episode to shoot."

Hahaa!~ I broke the fourth wall! WHAT NOW SONS? …I'm sorry. I'm high off air. Lance Brunner was the second Robin who apparently tried to kill Dick and Bruce. I couldn't find a picture of him, but he's on wikipedia. Stephanie was Timmy's girlfriend and she was indeed a Robin replacement at one time. Hope that explains a little. Review?

-F.J.