-5 times the league embarrassed their sidekicks (and one time the team embarrassed them). 

This part includes Dick, Kaldur, and Wally's torture, the next part will focus on Conner & M'gann, Artemis, and the team embarrassing their mentors-

It was a rainy night in Gotham, and Bruce Wayne was attending a function with his youthful ward, Dick Grayson.

At this point in the night Bruce had been cornered by a small army of women, both old and young, relentlessly topping up his champagne and trying to get a laugh out of him.

An older woman dripping in pearls, probably either a shareholder or a shareholder's wife judging by appearances, was telling Bruce about her son and his potential in the company. Bruce wasn't looking to hire, but he smiled and nodded nonetheless as this seventy-something woman pitched her son to him.

"But of course," She said, finally pausing for breath, "You'll understand, having a boy yourself." Bruce smiled and nodded. "How old is he now, ten, eleven...?"

Bruce realized he'd been asked a question and sharply zoned back in. "Uh, thirteen actually. He's a little small for his age."

"Oh, of course." Before Bruce could excuse himself and break free of the swarm of women, the woman continued: "I remember when Liam was that age, everything was about girls!"

Bruce was quite confused by this, Dick didn't express interest in girls, at least no more than he did in boys. Still, he smiled and nodded.

"Oh, are we talking about about your heir?" A sharp-chinned young woman asked, tuning in to the conversation. Bruce didn't like the way she said 'heir'. "He's such a sweet little boy."

"Not so little anymore," Bruce remarked. "He's growing up quickly."

"They're so independent at that age," The older woman continued. "They think they're basically adults."

Bruce nodded, finally getting ahold of the conversation. "Dick is very mature for his age, but I sometimes wonder if he forgets he's thirteen."

"Isn't it a little late for him to be out?" The sharp-chinned woman asked. "It is a school night."

"Dick will be out cold as soon as he gets to bed, don't worry, but he's a bit of a fussy sleeper," Bruce admitted, "he still can't get to sleep without his favourite stuffed toy..."

"Bruce!" Dick fought through the crowd and appeared about five feet away, his face quite reddened. 

"Hey Dick, we were just talking about you." Bruce replied. "Are you enjoying yourself?" 

"Aw hello," The sharp-chinned woman cooed. "Don't you look dapper."

"He's a great sport about wearing whatever we pick out for him." Bruce said, as if trying to manifest it into reality. In reality, Dick usually threw a small fit when he had to wear restrictive clothes. 

"Excuse me, ladies." Dick flashed an experienced smile at the crowd and then he stormed over, grabbed his guardian by the cuff and began dragging him across the room. 

Bruce was honestly glad to escape that swarm of women, he let Dick lead him to a quiet corner. "What's the matter?"

"Bruce." Dick glared up at him. "Can you stop embarrassing me?!"

"Embarrassing you?"

"You realize one of those women is Jillian Digby's mom! If her mom tells her I still sleep with Zitka it'll be all over the school by Monday!"

"Dick, I think you're blowing things out of proportion." Bruce rested a hand on the boy's shoulder. "We were just talking."

"I hope you haven't been 'just talking' with anyone I'll ever have to face down." Dick huffed, crossing his arms, and stormed off to hide in the bathroom.

"Kaldur, you're sick!"

"I'm not sick," The boy pleaded as he was dragged toward the med bay, "It's just a reaction."

"Kaldur'ahm, don't be difficult." His king scolded lightly. 

Kaldur huffed as his mentor lead him in, waving down one of the doctor's who'd stuck around after patching the kids up earlier.

"Please, I promise you I can handle this myself." Kaldur begged. 

Orin disregarded his protests, showing the doctor the rash on Kaldur's arms. "Look at this. How could you have missed this while treating him earlier?"

"Sir, please." 

"Kaldur." Orin said firmly, silencing the boy. He turned back to the attending doctor. "Can you identify what's wrong?"

"Looks like some kind an allergic reaction." She replied, "Has your sidekick had burning eyes, running nose, swollen throat?" 

Orin looked at Kaldur, who shrugged shyly. "Tell the doctor."

Kaldur fidgeted uncomfortably, his face feeling hot. "I have been feeling... unwell recently." He hesitated, knowing he should tell the doctor everything. "...I've also been struggling to breath."

He felt his king go cold at his side, Kaldur winced. His mentor felt responsible for his safety, but Kaldur was really old enough that he didn't need to share everything. He'd thought he could cover up the rash until it left, like he did with most of his allergic reactions. Unfortunately his king had noticed the irritated burn-like splash of bumps on his skin.

Luckily the doctor didn't miss a beat. "How long have you had these complaints?"

Kaldur shrugged again, looking away. "Two days ago, when we were training in the pool."

"Did you let anyone know?" She asked. 

Kaldur could feel his king's eyes on him as he shook his head. "No." He admitted. "I thought it would go away."

She placed the end of a stethoscope to his chest. "Breath in." He did. "Breath out." He did. "Have you been coughing recently?" She asked, removing the stethoscope. He nodded. "Alright, sounds like you're having a reaction to the Chlorine in the pool."

Kaldur wasn't sure what that meant entirely, he just wished he could be having this conversation alone with the doctor.

"What's the treatment?" Aquaman asked.

"Wash off the affected areas with unchlorinated water," She said, taking out a notepad, "I'll prescribe him a cream and eyedrops-- and he's got those fragile lungs, so maybe an inhaler too-- how does that sound."

"Thank you." Kaldur said quickly.

"Will that be enough? Aqualad is very sensitive to medication and drugs, will there be any adverse reactions?"

"He'll be fine once the rash settles down and the coughing stops. He just probably shouldn't swim in chlorinated water if it can be avoided."

"Perhaps we should check in again later to be sure h's recovering?"

Kaldur withered in his chair, watching the adults talk about him. Having an allergic reaction was bad enough without his mentor's protectiveness.

"Hey, Daryl." Barry waved his coworker over to the breakroom table. "This is my nephew, Wally." The kid beside him sheepishly waved. "He's doing a project on forensic science for school, so I thought I'd bring him in for a field trip."

"It's just a little thing." Wally said, he gestured to the pile of pamphlets and notes in front of him. "This should be more than enough info for my essay."

"Wally's in AP physics and AP chem." Barry bragged. "His science fair project went to nationals last year."

"Well, quite the wiz kid." Daryl remarked, uncapping his coffee.

Wally shifted. "Uh, yeah, thanks."

"He's been recreating quite complex experiments with his little chem set since he was twelve or thirteen." Barry continued. "He's really very talented."

Wally felt like the room just kept getting hotter. He fanned his shirt absently. "I mean, I'm pretty limited by lack of supplies..."

"I've known this kid since he was seven or eight-- he just keeps getting smarter!" Wally never thought he'd object to receiving praise, he was usually desperate for it, but having Barry gush about him to his coworkers was kind of awkward. "Just the other day I caught him extracting Zinc from old batteries at the kitchen table!"

"Oh, uh," Wally scratched his neck. "I mean that's hardly the most advanced thing I've done, but yeah."

"Have I told you about when he tried to distil vodka all by himself?"

"Barry, I'm sure he's busy with work." Wally said, a little pink. 

"I've got time," Daryl replied. "What happened?"

"He gave himself alcohol poisoning from fume inhalation and was sick for days." Barry laughed fondly. "He kept telling everyone he loved them, couldn't walk straight... we only found out he was drunk because he almost threw up on his friend."

"I wasn't that drunk..." Wally muttered. 

"Do I need to pull up the videos?" Barry teased. "He was adorable, baby's first time consuming high-percentage alcohol... Poor kid, then the drunk sadness kicked in and he couldn't stop crying." 

"I didn't cry!" Wally argued. "I maybe got a bit teary, but I didn't cry!"

"Alright kiddo." Barry scrunched his nephew's hair. "Tell Daryl about your essay!"