A/N: Don't own Young Justice.
Summary: Obviously, violent video games are having a huge effect on the current generation of youth.
"Hey, Uncle Barry. Having fun at work?"
"Hello, Wally. I'm doing fine. Kind of busy. What's up?"
" I was just wondering if I could have a friend over."
"Yeah. Only for an hour or so. We were just going to play some Black Ops or something. Please? Please? Please?"
"Who is it?"
"Oh, you know, just a friend. A person, from a place….in the world…"
"Is it Robin?"
"Wha…what…why do you automatically assume that? I do have other friends, you know. Other friends that I totally would invite over if not-"
"So it is Robin."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Sure. But only for a little while, ok? You have homework to do."
6 Hours Later….
Barry Allen considered himself a pretty lucky man. He had a nice house, cool jobs, a great family. All in all, a pretty privileged existence.
"DIE! DIE, YOU INSIGNIFIGANT MORTALS!"
For the most part. Unfortunately, those shouting voices were not from the up-and-coming villains of the world, but rather-
"I WILL CRUSH THE SOULS FROM YOUR BODIES."
"Dude! How is your kill count still higher than mine?"
Simply put, he feared for the next generation.
"Hey, boys," he greeted, sliding his coat off his shoulders and onto a hanger. "I'm home. What do you want for dinner?"
"I WILL ROAST YOUR CARCASS ALIVE."
"You can't roast carcasses alive, stupid. Carcasses are already dead."
"Shut up, Dick."
"Pizza it is," Barry answered himself. He crossed the hall to the table with the phone book lying on it, looking up the number for another pizza parlor, seeing as it would be suspicious if they used the same one seven times a week.
"Meat lovers!" Wally called from down the hall.
"Dude, we get meat lovers every week. Mr. Allen, can we have an everything pizza, please?"
"You need to get this into your head. No one likes peppers or olives and especially not the two of them combined. They are vegetables. Teenagers do not eat vegetables."
"That's rich, coming from the human garbage disposal."
"I believe you mean, you're rich."
"You're an idiot. Hey look, I won again. And I didn't even cheat that time."
"What do you mean, that ti… I K NEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE CHEATING! I KNEW THAT WASN'T HUMANLY POSSIBLE!"
"One, you're humanly impossible, so you can't talk, and two, STOP SHOUTING BEFORE I GO DEAF."
"IF YOU CALL ME THAT ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR-"
Maybe it was time he removed the video game system from the house, Barry mused as he reached for the phone. It shouldn't be that hard to 'accidently' break it. In fact, it would probably be fun.
Yep, Barry Allen was a lucky man indeed.