"There is barely a difference when it comes to this stuff, Dick. And at 13, you are barely a teenager yourself," He countered. His maturity at 13 wasn't all that different from at 12 after all, "We do 'the serious work' as you want to call it because we can handle it. We've all been doing this a lot longer than you three. And, again, I keep you from those missions because they are dangerous. You could get killed. And I'm not gonna let that happen."

He noticed the shift when he brought up the cane, that had gotten his attention, "Richard you've been warned countless times about what happens if you disobey orders in costume. The older you get the worse the more severe the consequences," He explained. He frowned at the hacking comment, "The only ones truly capable of hacking that system are me and you, I've made sure of it."

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"So what if you're adults, Kaldur's basically an adult and I'm not too far off. Not sure on Rob, but he's been doing this longer than either of us," He said. He cringed at his uncle's stern voice, he barely ever used it and when he did it meant nothing good, "Sorry sir."

He groaned as he walked over to the armless chair, he was hoping to avoid that, "Oh come on Uncle Barry, can't we skip this? Please?"

"It just matters that I am..",he mumbled more to himself, he hated being seen as a kid even if he was one. At least they didn't have to say it out loud.. "Technically I could be killed falling down the stairs.. are you gonna bubble wrap those too?",Dick asked looking away.

"More severe? There's something worse than the cane? Wait don't tell me I don't wanna know.",he said nervously,"Oh...",he said going quiet as he sat there.

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"Not with that additude you're not. You act like children disobeying orders.",he scolded crossing his arms,"Once you start acting more maturely and listening to us you'd be surprised on how fast you'd get harder missions.".

"I wish we could but you have to learn to listen. And this seems to be one of the only ways of getting through to you.",he said lowering him over his lap, setting a hairbrush aside for later on into the punishment.

"Then I suggest you act like a mature teenager if you wish to be treated like one," He explained. Dick could act mature and well above his age, or he could act like a child much younger than he was. It seemed there was no in between. He glared a little at the stair remark, "If you want to play that game I can. I'll baby proof the whole house and start making you hold my hand out in public again... Or, you can trust me when I'm saying I just want what's best for you."

Bruce hid a smirk when Dick started to worry about what could get worse. And then, it was time. He sat down in Dick's desk chair, and motioned for him to come over, "Let's get this over with Richard."

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"Technically I didn't disobey any orders. Bats had ordered Rob not to leave, technically you didn't order me," He tried to say. Wally always did this, tried to get technical to get out of a punishment. It only worked once on Iris... but Barry wasn't happy to hear of it, "You always say when we start acting more mature..."

He groaned when his uncle didn't relent and pulled him over his lap. A blush covered his pale face, at 15 he found this as embarrassing as ever. He hadn't seen the brush yet.

"You wouldn't dare! That'd be all over Gotham in two seconds!",he said a blush coming to his face,"Bruce Wayne holds the hand of son.",he said a glare as if the article already existed,"I'm not a baby..".

"But Dad! I understand it all you made it so clear I don't even need that. Never disobey orders. See?",he said standing on the ground once again.

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"I didn't think I had to. Normally you'd listen right away. Sort of an unspoken rule.",he said sighing,"Because you haven't been acting mature. And that's why we're here. Correct?".

To another teen it may not feel like much but he sped up his hand so one swat felt like two landing the first few swats.

"Then perhaps you should listen to me and trust me. I can't help the everyday things that may put you at risk but I can put a stop to anything above that. That's what being Robin. And if I can't trust you to listen when it comes to this stuff, then perhaps extra rules need to be in place."

Bruce frowned when Dick tried to get out of it, motioning over again, "Richard Grayson, I will not ask again. It is late, you need some rest and so do I. Do not make me go over there and get you."

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"Yeah... right..." Wally said with a sigh. It was true, he knew that. He should have been smarter than to think if Bats said for Robin not to go, it didn't apply to them. Barry might not be his dad, but he sure acted like it. Especially when it came to this stuff.

He bit his lip when he felt the first few smacks to try and avoid making any noise. He would try to hold off as long as possible if he could. He was stubborn... if there was anything to say about Wally it was that.

Dick slowly made his way over until he stood in front of Bruce,"There's nothing else we can do? I could write an entire essay about it? Something that won't be embrassing to sit.",he tried to reason with the man.

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Barry started to lay down swat after swat,"I hate having to do this Wally. I just hope it sticks this time.",he said moving down to his sitspots and undercurves.

Bruce watched as Dick slowly made his way over, he wasn't happy about it but at least he was coming over. He shook his head when the boy asked for something else, like an essay, "That seems hardly appropriate for all you've done tonight," He scolded before taking Dick by the upper arm and pulling him across his lap. It wasn't too long after that that he gave him the first swat.

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Wally was doing a decent job at being quiet, well for him anyway. But when Barry made his way down to the more sensitive spots like his sit spots, a hiss escaped his lips. That always stung the worst.

Dick groaned when he disagreed, huffing a bit at his new view of the ground, squirming slightly, if he was going to be here awhile at least he could get comfortable. The boy bit his lip trying to hold in his tears, maybe that would help prove something.

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He went back and forth between the two areas, before landing two swats to each cheek every once in awhile, trying to focus on having a pattern. The more unexpected it was the better it would be for him to learn.

Bruce wasted no time once the boy was over his lap, a steady stream of swats followed. He didn't talk at first, which was odd for Bruce. There was almost always a lecture during all of this. But he felt he had lectured enough... for now.

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The longer this went on, the harder it was for Wally to stay silent. Eventually, little hisses and noises started to escape more regularly, and overall just him expressing his discomfort. He was still fighting it, but it just was getting harder to do so.

Dick took it as if it was a challenge, the first one to crack, merely wincing as the swats heated up, almost like a slow burn, everytime it got worse he bit down more. That is until he actually tasted a slight bit of blood and released quickly, a slight sniffling coming from him.

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Barry nodded hearing the sounds coming from the teen, it meant it was getting to him, so he reached for the hair brush starting it up again at his undercurves.