-It snowed here. time for slush and icy tomorrow. Yay, Canada...-

It was hard to move the kids. Conner and M'gann cried when they tried to take them from Wolf (Who almost tore Ollie's arm off, because no one hurts his pups), Kaldur was taken to the beach, and didn't want to leave and Wally REALLY wanted to stay with Dick, which would be hell for Alfred.

Their decision was that Two of the kids would go with the Arrows, two with Flash, and two with Batman, and the next day they'd be sent to stay with... someone, it was Clark's job to find this someone since he'd done nothing helpful yet.

They essencially drew straws for where the remaining three kids would stay. At the end of this, they were mosty content: Kaldur was staying with the bats, he'd probably give Alfred the least greif. M'gann would stay in central, wich was good because Iris would love her, and she and Wally were now good pals.

Oliver got the worst draw: Superboy and Artemis. Of course he'd get the tantrum-prone kids. He already had Roy, too! No way this would work out!

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Roy spent all morning sleeping, he deserved it, and then headed out for the afternoon without telling anyone where he was going.

Meanwhile Dinah, also exhaughted from the previous day and night, was taking a well-deserved nap upstairs, leaving the archer alone with the two most difficult children out of a group of the six most difficult children in the world.

"YES!"

"NO! Me!"

"NO! ME!!"

"NO!!" 

"NO!!!"

"HEY, cut it out!" Oliver barked at the kids. He had no clue what they were arguing about, only that Artemis really liked something that really pissed off Conner. The two had been arguing all day.

It wasn't like Artemis and Wally, where they just disagreed for the sake of it; it was more that both kids were very opinionated, and if they clashed on anything, they CLASHED.

"NO!!!" Conner pushed the blonde back a little, sending her tumbling, flying half-way across the room. Oliver jumped up to stop this and help her, but Artemis jumped up too.

"YES! IT'S ME!!!!" The three-year-old staggered back over, unharmed. Oliver had seen her fall, and usually she would've cried and made a scene because of this. But right now, she was too busy fighting. 

"ME!"

"ME!!"

"ME!!"

"ME!!!"

Oliver tore the two apart. "If you two get in ONE MORE FIGHT..." He stalled, the kids didn't care about time-outs (superboy even seemed to like them), and he'd never dream of hurting these kids (So he wasn't scaring Artemis, who'd been through worse). What could he do?
"If you two get in One More Fight... I'm calling your parents to tell them you're in trouble!"

"NO!" The kids chorused.

"NO! NO!!" Conner screamed. dropping to the floor with his hands over his ears and eyes grit shut.

"YOU CAN'T!" Artemis cried, tears filling her eyes. "PLEASE DON'T TELL!" She pleaded, grabbing the archer's leg. She sank to the ground, crying.

"YOU CAN'T TELL!" Conner whined, still sat on the floor. "YOU-" He was breathing hard. "NO!"

"Please?" Artemis sobbed, her mother always made her feel so bad whenever she wasn't the 'good child'. She was supposed to be the good one! "Please Please Please!" She screamed into her mentor's trouser leg, shaking a little.

"Okay, okay- calm- I won't tell." Oliver tried to pull the toddler off his leg, backtracking over his threats. "Just don't fight each other, okay?" 

She nodded, sniffling.

Conner crawled up, still covering his ears and with tears dripping down his face. He ran, half blindly, into the coat closet, shutting himself in and refusing to come out.

The front door opened, redirecting focus.
"I'm back." Roy called, closing the door, he had a few shopping bags slung over his arms.

"Roy, can you watch them for a few?" His ex-mentor begged. 

Roy snorted maliciously and shook his head. "I did yesterday: one pm to five am. You can handle seven am to nine pm." He kicked off his shoes and ran upstairs.

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"NO!" Artemis whined. "I don't wanna!" 

Conner objected as well, but a lot quieter. Most of his protests involved crossing his arms so they couldn't take his shirt off. 

"Please, Conner." Dinah told the boy, he was sat on her cross-legged lap, still pouting in silence. He refused to acknowlege her, staring ahead.

"Artemis." Oliver begged, holding the kid in the doorway to the bathroom. "Please just cooperate!"

"No! No Bath!" She replied bitterly. Chin resting on her arms on her pretend-uncle's shoulder. 

Not only were the kids filthy from their bad motor control, but they hadn't been bathed since they were teens about five days ago.

"Come on, Conner." Dinah tried again, successfully hooking her hands under the child's oversized shirt, tugging it off.

"No!" He whined. the boy held his shirt tightly against his chest like it was his most prised possession, which it might be.

Oliver, not wanting the three-year-old to run off, kept holding Artemis and started filling the bath tub. 

"I don't want a bath! No bath!" The toddler told him, wriggling to be set down by her mentor. 

Roy approached and leaned next to them in the doorway."Hey, are you using this room?"

"What?"

"Oh, I was gon' take a bath." The redhead said casually. "I was wondering if you were using this one."

Oliver continued to fill the bath, looking at him like he was crazy. "Yeah, we're trying to get the kids to take their bath in here." The man said. 

Artemis squirmed to be freed.

"Huh, okay. I'm gonna take a bath before bed." Roy said innocently. "Seeya." He went downstairs again, leaving the adults bewildered.

The kids didn't protest as much now for some reason. Artemis was actually kind of excited that it was a bubble bath.
Though, they were both upset that they were unable to bath themselves without adult help.

Artemis didn't want to wash her hair, because it always hurt a lot to brush, but her locks were so long they'd picked up quite a bit of oil and dirt the past few days. 

There was quite a lot of splashing- either because of play, or objection to being cleaned. Eventually Dinah-who was no coward, even when faced with screaming children- shed her shirt, and went at it in a sportsbra and jeans. 

Once the duo had been scrubbed and shampooed and brushed like show dogs, their denmother huddled them out of the lukewarm water, wrapping them in towels.

She found the reusable shopping bags they'd put the kid's possessions in, and found some clothes for them: Panda-bear themed pyjamas for Artemis, and fuzzy blue pyjama pants for Conner (Along with a clean version of the only shirt he ever wore). 

Conner mostly dressed himself, only needing a little help with his huge shirt. Artemis was a bit harder to clothe, but they managed it.

The adults took one kid each to get them ready for bed. Dinah had Conner upstairs in Artemis' room, talking over the day with him in hopes of preventing a potential meltdown.

Earlier, Ollie didn't realize Conner was napping in the pantry, and screamed, waking Dinah up again. So now she had to break it to Conner that Oliver didn't want him sleeping in the closet tonight.

"But I like it. the boy said. "It's safe!"

"You can sleep in Artemis' bed if you want?" She said. 

"I want the closet!"

Dinah was too tired for the his stubbornness to get under her skin. "Look, I'll ask about it. Maybe you can sleep with the closet door open, or you can sleep in Artemis' bed. But we'd really prefer if you slept in the bed..."

"Pfft. Why does he need both options?" Roy asked leaning the doorway, he was holding the same shopping bags as earlier.  "I mean... sleeping in closets is for little kids. Superboy's old enough be sleeping in a big kid bed. Right?"

"Yeah." The boy said.

"Thought so, I don't know what kind of baby still sleeps in closets..." The teen said, very intentional with his words.

Dinah glared at the redhead critically and checked the time. "Roy, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"No." He gave finger guns that would put a bisexual to shame. "where's Arty?"

"Oliver said she could pick something to watch before bed if she didn't cry while we washed her hair."

"Alright then- oh wait. I think this was for you." He slid something out of one of his bags, tossing it at Conner.

The boy unfolded the gift and looked it over: a blue, child-size-medium, superman shirt. For the first time, the child willingly squirmed out of his huge black shirt. He excitedly tugged on the fitting one, careful not to rip the fabric in his excitement.

"Wow, it suits you." Dinah told the child. Maybe he didn't love his teenage shirts, maybe he just loved the s-shield on them. It would make sense, he always drew that while colouring. 

Conner looked up at Roy with huge blue eyes, gripping tiny fistfuls of the fabric. "It's from Superman?"

"Uh- yeah. It's from Superman." Roy told him.

The boy's face lit up, which for Conner just meant his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide and his eyebrows raised. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He looked excitedly between the teen and adult. Usually he liked to stand in a small dark room to quell his excitement, but he didn't feel like the closet right now. Instead he decided to stare out the windows into the near-dark of the summer sun setting.

"Welp, I'll be downstairs." Roy headed out. 

"Stop!" Conner called. "Can I see Superman?"

Roy shrugged. "Well tomorrow, you'll definitely see him. I'll be sure of it."

"Okay." Conner looked out at the clouds again.

"Thank you." Dinah told him. "Conner, where do you want to sleep?"

"Bed."

"Alright. I guess we'll be watching TV downstairs..."

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Artemis was bouncing on the sofa, holding the remote. "That  one?"

Oliver hissed, leaning over and skipping along a little. "That one's a little grown up for you, kiddo."

"Why?'

"HEY! Artemis!" Roy landed at the bottom of the stairs, holding something behind his back. "I got a question for you: Who's a better sister, Jade or me?"

Artemis thought for a second. "Jady!"

Roy smirked. "Are you sure?" He pulled a box from behind his back, putting it in her hands.

She looked over the picture on the box and squealed, hugging the bow-and-arrow set. She showed it to her mentor, bouncing on couch cushions.

Oliver wasn't greatly pleased. The only thing that could make Artemis harder to handle was arming her. "Are you trying to make my life hell?"

"Mmm... yep!" The redhead smiled. "Also, what are you doing? Get her on Netflix Kids!"

"When did you become her mom?"

"Since I was ditched solo to watch them for thirteen hours." Roy replied. "Arty, pick a movie.

Artemis decided on an episode of The Land Before Time show, and they brought Conner downstairs. He showed off his nifty new shirt, proudly proclaiming that Superman gave it to him.

Oliver had been dreading trying to get the kids into bed all day, it was ironically the easiest part. They fell asleep watching cartoons on the sofa. All he had to do was grab the kiddies and carry them upstairs to bed. 

He left that to Roy, who grumbled that he was the only thing holding this family together. He lay Artemis and Conner on her bed, the room was dark so he just blindly draped blankets over them.

"Roy?" A little voice asked as he tried, and failed, to exit silently.

"Yeah?"

"Will Jady make us safe?" Artemis asked, half-asleep.

"From what?" Roy asked cautiously, he didn't like the sound of this.

Artemis rolled over onto her stomach. "From the bad person. Who wants us."

"Where'd you hear that from?" He barely hid the concern in his voice.

Artemis got quiet, scared she was in trouble. "She said it yesterday. After bedtime."

Roy realized their 'chat' last night was on the louder side, and Jade did have Artemis on her lap... "That must have just been a dream." He said. "Get some sleep."

"Is Jady going to make us safe?" The blonde asked.

"Oh of course. She's your sister."

Artemis smiled a little. "You will make us safe too?

"Duh. Of course I'll keep you safe." He told her. "Now close your eyes, it's late. I'm going to bed too."

-Tune in next time as Barry Allan attempts balance babysitting and fighting crime! Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!-