-PART FIFTY?? ALREADY??-

-Don't forget, "the 2020 revolution" has a good ring to it!-

"...Bruce..." Dick peaked around the corner into Bruce's office, puppy dog eyes locked and loaded.

"What?" His father asked suspiciously.

"Can I leave school early tomorrow?"

"...why?" Bruce asked, even more suspicious.

"...To go to the protest in Central...?" Dick asked pleadingly.

"No."

"Bruce-"

"No."

"Please-"

"Dick. You aren't going to that, it could be dangerous." Bruce stated.

"Come on! You're all about justice! All you've done is donate twenty mill! that's, like, not even a third of your wealth!" Dick realized he was going down the slippery slope of bringing up wealth. "Billionaire keep the system corrupt, you know!"

"Dick, You can't go. There might be teargas, and if the police get involved, it might be even more dangerous."

"So you agree? Cops are dangerous." Dick saw his guardian's unimpressed reaction and groaned. "But you let me do WAY more dangerous things on patrol!

"Dick, arguing with me isn't going to get you what you want." Bruce was not letting his baby bird be hurt, arrested, or even killed at a protest. He supported the people who were protesting, but there was no way his little boy was going to be hurt by that.

Dick sighed heavily. "Well, can I go to the mountain after school?"

"...Fine, but you'd better actually go to the mountain."

"Of course I will!"

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"I can't believe Bats said okay." Wally said as Dick entered  the mountain.

"He didn't." Dick replied. "I had to forge an absence note."

"Nice!" Artemis said, pulling her hair up. "We're going as heroes, right?"

"I think." Conner replied. 

"OOH- Rob, I have a gift for you!" Wally exclaimed, Digging through his back pack.

"What?"

"BINGO! matching shirts!" Wally pulled up a black shirt with white writing.

Dick read the text on the shirt."Are you kidding? Bats will kill me!" He laughed.

"Rob, We go out together, and we go out in style."

"Wait, who's going out with who?" M'gann asked, gliding in. Wally had seemingly given her a t-shirt too. It read:  Illegal ALIEN.

"Nothing, Ms. M. Hey, it looks like Walls gave you a shirt too!"

"He gave all of us shirts, but if I don't wear this one, no one will recognize me." Conner explained, turning around to show that the back of his signature shirt said: DON'T MAKE KRYPTONIONS FLEE ANOTHER PLANET.

"Did Atry get a shirt?" Dick asked. Artemis Held her shirt taught so Dick could read the Graphic: I WAS BORN HERE, STOP ASKING.

Kaldur even wore one that read: DON'T FORGET THAT HUMANS NEED WATER TOO.

In short, they were an absolute unit.

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Bruce had a bad feeling. He took a quick break from work and went on Twitter to catch up on the news. The first thing he saw was a twitter thread, titled: 'highlights from today's Central City protest'. This alone would've piqued his interest, but then he saw the first photo.

Wally West in sunglasses, next to Richard, also in sunglasses. The boys were posing in matching t-shirts that read: 'EAT THE RICH'.

Bruce was shocked, not to mention horrified. Twenty minutes ago, he'd passed one of his secretaries in the hallway, and she'd said that the protest had gotten violent. Horrified, he continues through the thread;

Robin, Kaldur, and M'gann posing with a huge cardboard sign that read 'Immigrants  Club'.

Great, Dick had told his friends that he wasn't born in America. That didn't jeopardize their identities at all.... The next photo was almost the same, except about fifty civilians were posing with them.

Roy harper, also in shades wearing a 'SHOOT ARROWS, NOT PEOPLE' shirt.

Who got the kids those angry shirts they were wearing? It certainly wasn't their mentors! Their mentors probably didn't know they were there.

Gen Z and a few young Millennials forming a front line as police in riot gear approached.

Shit. SHIT. SHIT! He swore to God, is there was even one scratch on Dickie's face, Batman would break his 'no killing' policy.

Bruce slammed his laptop shut and sprinted out, calling Dinah.

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They were in the girls washroom. it was a little bigger, and one of their favorite post-mission hangout spots.

"You really shower with your glasses on?" Artemis asked.

"Uh huh."

"I can confirm that he does." Wally rasped

"But don't they get steamed up?"

"A lot." Robin said. "Seriously, guys, don't look." he took off his glasses and bent over the sink, rinsing out his eyes.

They were al wearing the Change of clothes (Pyjamas) they left in the mountain. M'gann and Kaldur were helping to clean up the younger three, who'd gotten the tear gas the worst. "Are your hands burnt?" The Martian asked Conner.

"Yes." He stated, arms still crossed.

"Yeah, that tends to happen when you grab a tear gas canister with your bare hands and throw it back at the cops." Wally said.

"That was tough, No cap." Roy admitted, returning from his shower. He'd come back with the team to make sure none of them were hurt too bad. "You all did pretty alright for your first protest."

"It was supposed to be a peaceful protest..." M'gann murmured.

"That's true," Kaldur reasoned. "But we only did what we did to protect us, and the public, from an incoming threat."

"That's a good way to put it, Kaldur..." Dick finished drying his shades and put them back on. "That's what we'll tell the league when photos of us end up online." He tried to cackle, but his throat was too worn from shouting and burned from pepper spray and gas inhalation. He began coughing violently and Wally gave him his water bottle.

They heard the computer announce Batman and Black Canary's arrivals. 

"Shiit, we are so dead." Wally sunk down so far he was just lying on the changeroom floor.

"Roy, cover for us."

"Fuck no, I'm just a bystander here."

Red faced, sweating, beaten up, and tired, Robin gazed as his mentor entered. "S-so-rry." He choked, coughing again.

"Batman told me you all went to the protest in central." Their den mother gave Roy a glare. He put his hands up defensively.

"We were only there to protect people."

"Not in the photos I saw."

"Well, protesting can save people! Plus, didn't you see the ones where we handed out gas masks, and helped them control their bonfire?" Dick asked.

"Not to mention, when the cops tried to storm the protesters, Artemis and Robin started tripping those pigs and body slamming them into the ground." Wally said, very proudly.

"Robin, I said that you were not, under any circumstances, to attend that protest." His mentor growled. He was disgusted by how beaten and injured his son was.

"Hey, before you get pissed at them, you should know that I wasn't responsible. I just drove them back here." Roy said.

"Thanks, Roy." Artemis spat.

"Okay fine, you can be pissed at them now." He said. "But first, give them medical care!"

Dinah was staring into the teens' irritated red eyes and chemical-burnt skin. She sighed heavily. The kids definitely didn't know how to help themselves. "Okay, everyone go to the chemical eyewash stations, and I'll get you something to help you breath."

They all thanked her and headed to the nearest labs. Except Robin. Batman grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the cave.

"Sorry I disobeyed, but-"

"I should've done more." Bruce stated. "There should be no need for anyone to be attacked."

"WELL FUCKING DUH!" Dick agreed. "We protest so that we won't have to protest in the future!"

"I'll give more financial aid. but first, Go take a proper shower, I'll get some eyedrops. But don't think you aren't in trouble for this."

"Gettiing in trouble is the whole point." Dick smiled a little, limping up the stairs. 

Bruce sighed. this is what happens when you raise a child to seek justice and doubt authority. He tried to hide his pride.

Stephanie Brown & Terry McGinnis: Don't trust anyone with two first names

Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Carrie Kelly, Helena Kyle, Barbra Gordon, Duke Thomas:.............. fucking rude