Young Justice Trash

Roy vs Boredom

-It's part 66, so here's my reminder to watch the 1966 batman. It's SOOO hilarious!-

-In this fic, Artemis *probably* knows Dick's ID-

Roy refused to babysit, but Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen were in a meeting together that day, and it was a pro-D, so Dick would be there. Not so bad, right? Wrong. Wally needed a place to stay for a few nights while things blew over at home. Okay, those two are a duo anyways, not too bad... but add it together with the fact that Artemis had practically moved in with them, and... yep. Hell

Wally and Dick were good together, they're favorite pass time at the moment was being bored together; they'd put on the TV, and go on their phones, not interacting until one got up for snacks and the other would protest their leaving.

Artemis did basically the same thing. 'Doing her homework' meant sitting in it's gereral vicinity and going on Reddit. But for the most part she stayed in her room.

Yep. Her room.

She started staying over a lot, especially after late missions, to the point that they had a spare bedroom reserved for her. Roy HATED this. He hated her, and having her informally move in for about three nights a week SUCKED.

It was also SO obvious that she was Ollie's favorite. He probably liked her because she was still working for him, and hadn't (yet) revolted.

Whatever, Roy pretended to be preoccupied with coursework to avoid the three; they were the most obnoxious ones on their little Junior Justice League.

He walked to the kitchen. 

"Get me something."

He whipped around, but assumed Artemis was on the phone. Nope. She was adressing him.

"Excuse me?"

"Get be something from the kitchen for me." She didn't look up from her phone. 

"In my own house? Get it yourself!"

She huffed and got up, following him. They passed the living room, where the boys were. Artemis took Wally's phone and tossed it across the couch at Dick.

"HEY!" He exclaimed, retrieving it and leaning back.

"Come on, I had to get up, so you have to." She shoved Wally and Dick off the couch. "GET UP!"

They followed the arrow kids to the kitchen. Roy searched the fridge, they were running low on supplies. 

"Fuck, we need groceries..."

"So?" The blonde asked.

"Gotta go out." He hurried to grab his jackets. Wally and Dick trumped back to the couch. "Hey, grab your jackets. Lets go."

"Oh, We don't need to-" Artemis started.

"Come on, I'm not leaving you three here unattended."

They groaned and pulled on their shoes and sweaters.

Roy made them sit in the back, reminding them to buckle up.

"We're not idiots! We know to buckle up." Artemis spat, hating that she had to come.

"Yes you are." He said. "I don't want to get my licence suspended."

She jerked a thumb at Dick. "Doesn't he need a boosterseat or anything?"

Dick scowled at her. "No, I don't!"

Roy shrugged, ignoring him. "I dunno, he might. But, we don't have a booster seat, so..." He crossed his fingers. 

Dick pouted most of the way to the store.

"Can we put something on the stereo?" Wally asked.

"Whatever." Roy replied, clicking onto virgin radio. Dick stopped pouting a little.

He didn't trust bringing the kids into the store; they were big ol' drama queens and would embarrass him with their noise (He knew this from expirience). He left them in the car, but took the car keys and warned Dick that if he even tried to hot wire the car, that he wouldn't get him anything from the store.

Dick couldn't normally be controlled by threats, but he was craving a twix bar, so he reluctantly agreed.

When you leave eight and nine year olds in a car, they tend to play around in it. Surprisingly, it worked on the three teenagers, too. Artemis had moved into the driver's seat, leaning agaist the wheel and secretly imagining that she was in a high-speed car race. 

Dick was rifling boredly through the glovecompartment, and Wally was laying across the backseat like a bed. The redhead iniciated a choose-your-adventure game; he narrated and the other two made choices and responded dramatically.

"There's a fork in the hall, there are long bloody scratches down one hall, and the other hall is pristine, but low lit. Which way do you go?"

"The Bloody one!" Dick exclaimed

"Well, whichever way we go, Wally will make us suffer."

"Okay, then! The bloody one."

"You creep down the scratched up hallway and you start to hear a distent whistling..."

There was a tapping on the window, making them jump. Roy frustratedly set down the bags and unlocked the doors. He hoved the bags in the passenger seat, forcing Dick back into the backseat, ontop of Wally.

He slammed the door and went to the driver's seat. "Who the hell do you think you are? Get in the back." He ordered. "I can't believe You're Ollie's favorite."

"I'm his favourite?" She exclaimed. "you take his cars all the time, and he's still pressuring me to be like your dumb ass! You're his favourite!"

They bickered for a bit, but it was a good natured bickering.

"Oop, we need gas." He pulled into a gas station. "Here." He tossed chocolate bars back to them, the kids tore them open as he got out  to fill the tank. He fell back in. "Hey, how would you guys like to go through the carwash?"

The boys earupted in cheers, Artemis was skeptical, but agreed. 

Wally bounced in his seat. "I LOVE carwashes!"

"I've only been through one." Dick admitted. "But I loved it!"

They chatted until the queue let up, and they entered.

"All windows up!" Roy called, just incase. Dick pressed his face against the window, watching the water spray on the outside of the windows, and then there were the suds. Even Artemis squealed, at all the colours.

"This is awesome! We never even had a car! ...well, except the one my dad stole for drug deals and other work stuff..."

Dick and Wallt were giggling like maniacs; the latter had unbuckled (The former was too excited to do so), and both were pressed up against the glass, watching the swiling colours. Wally snapped off some of his KitKat bar and shoved in his mouth. 

Periodically, Roy checked his phone to see if Ollie's meeting was done, it wasn't. He probably had another few hours with the kids...

...okay, maybe it wasn't the end of the world, he could make it through a bit longer. Espeicially with his secret weapon; over exciting and exhausing them.