Story Summery: Bruce takes care of Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian who have been de-aged and while doing this he is trying to figure out who did this to his children.

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or anything else that might be mentioned in this fanfiction.

Prologue: How it all started

Bruce's POV

When Alfred had called me while I was working on a mission for the justice league telling me that something had happened to the boys, I had thought that they were hurt or dead. I finished the mission quickly and have headed back home and was greeted with something I hadn't been expecting. I had not been prepared for the the sight that I currently saw was not what I had thought it would be as this was a situation I had never thought about.

While I was looking around the cave as I entered, I saw Alfred and Barbara trying and failing to control four young children that were running well playing really around the cave. Why were they in here? Who were they? How had they gotten down here?

A minute or so later Alfred noticed that I had arrived to the distress call that had been sent out. "What happened? Who are the children?" I asked him and Barbara turned her chair to face me as my words alerted her to my presence.

"Ah, Master Bruce," Alfred began not giving his full attention as he was still attempting to control the children. "The young masters were patrolling Gotham when they found a bomb in an abandoned building, They were able to contain the expulsion but it did effect them..." Alfred continued and trailed off while looking at the four children.

The four children in the room were the boys just younger, perhaps the bomb was a de-aging bomb which was a new weapon which meant we didn't know how to reverse it. Just great.

"Do either of you know who set this up." I growled out, if I knew I could go and interrogate them about what they did know even if it wasn't alot of information. It was still information that I needed and I didn't have.

"Sorry, Bruce but we weren't informed and they can't tell us, can they." Barbara responded adding a joking tone to the end of the sentence. That meant that there was no way that the boy's knew what had happened to de-age them.

While she had been saying this the children saw me and with differing levels of excitement came over them but they all looked happy and excited to see me.

"Boys, do you know what happened?" I asked them in gentler voice and they all looked confused as I asked them this. I wanted to know if they knew something that they hadn't told Alfred and Barbara.

"You got back from a mission from the idiot league. Why someone like you has to work with those idiots is beyond me." The one that must be Damian stated this as the answer to my question.

"Your back! You're okay! I was so worried about you!" The child that must be Dick exclaimed towards me while running towards me to check if I was indeed alright as he did when he was younger.

"Nothing." Tim and Jason said in unison.

Okay, they most likely didn't have they memories of what had happened. Memories, wait . . . . they didn't know each other or me at that age they all looked around 5 or 6 years old.

"How do you guys know each other?" I asked knowing what they think might help come up with a cure. Maybe they still had their memories and were just younger or had their memories from that age or a lie for their memories.

"Are you sure you are okay Father? Your questions make you seem like you are not okay." The younger version of Damian asked me, it would appear to him as if I had memory loss.

"Daddy, we are brothers since you adopted us! Do you have memory loss? Am . . . nes . . .ia? That would be awful. . . truly terrifying." The mini Dick stated excitedly as he had as a young child at first then fear crept and encompassed his voice.

"Siblings." The one that is most likely the younger version of Tim said simply. His face was concern ridden but he didn't say anything else. I didn't reply to the statement right away.

"Really, Dad we're brothers." The child that had to be Jason replied his voice filled with annoyance over my confusion it seemed to be. It was strange and made me happy to hear him refer to his brothers and myself as family.

Okay, so they now had fake memories that we're most likely due to having impressions of who each person was and those created memory's that were false. They thought I would know the things in their memories and since they were fake I would have to ask and frustrate them.

We had no idea how to get them back to there proper ages other than time and that would take years for that would happen. They all had false memory's and were now young children.

These thoughts were a tiny bit overwhelming till I looked at my children and I thought that this perhaps will be okay. They were okay it didn't appear that any of them were really hurt or distressed.

I looked at them and saw that they were all fighting falling asleep. With the ages they were now they would need more sleep and it was nearing midnight. They needed to go to sleep.

"Boys, lets get you all into your bed's, I do know that it is way past your bedtime's and you need your sleep." I said as I led my children out of the cave and into the manor so that I could have them go to sleep.