How exactly Tim got stuck babysitting himself, he doesn't know. He was actually babysitting himself. Well, himself from another dimension who is only nine years old, but still.
Apparently in the dimension they actually have gasp normal lives! Little him and little Dick, who was only fifteen years old, somehow got transported here and they're trying to figure out how to get them back.
Bruce, Jason, and Damian are down in the Batcave trying to find a way to send them back home, the two Dicks are...well being themselves and playing acrobat in the training room, and he and little him were reading in his bedroom.
He smiles when he feels Timmy, they had been calling the younger Dick and Tim Dickie and Timmy so they wouldn't get confused, lean against him and yawn.
"Where's Dickie?" he asks sleepily. Tim's not sure he even knows what's going on or that he's currently with an older version of himself from another dimension. Apparently he was pretty tired when they got transported here and still hadn't been able to fall asleep.
"He's down with...with my big brother."
"Dickie's okay?" Timmy asks looking up at him and he finally understands why Dick always coos over him being adorable.
"Yeah, Timmy. Dickie's okay."
Timmy curls into his side and Tim wraps his arms around the small nine year old as they both fall asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own DC Comics
Honestly, I'm not sure why I wrote this. For some reason I just wanted Tim to take care of a younger version of himself. I might add another chapter if you guys wanted me to.
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