3. Chapter 3 (1/2)

i own the plunny

"

uce?"

barry wasn't expecting the dark knight to be on the line when he answered the phone.

"your kids are corrupting mines. stop it."

barry looked at the phone, not convinced he was having this conversation with

uce of all people. "err… corrupting who?" he asked.

"richard and tim."

the realization dawned on barry. oh so that's what this was about. "look,

uce, i can't do anything about this. it isn't my fault two of your bats fell in love with speedsters." oh boy. barry could feel the glare that

uce was projecting at him, even though he was miles away.

"

uce, you're going to come to terms with the fact that we're gonna become in-laws one day. the sooner you do that, the better."

the phone was strangely silent. barry paused what he was saying to stare at the phone. what if

uce hadn't considered the whole "in-laws" thing before hand? barry's eyes went wide. wally and bart were over at a sleepover!

"

uce!" barry said in a panic. "

uce, listen to me. i need them back in one piece, alive and well.

uce, don't do anything drastic you hear me? i don't want to flash over there or tell iris that you decided to maim her nephew and grandson!"

silence was the only thing heard. barry swore and grabbed his shoes. "hold on bart, wally! i'm coming to rescue you!"

"so alfred is the one who makes the cookies you always

ing?"

"yup."

"does he give out his recipe?"

"nope. it's under lock and key and believe me,

uce and i tried to obtain it before."