I don't own anything.

"What the hell is that?" Damian said mid-step before turning around to go see the kid sitting on the medical table. "Who are you?"

"It's me, Damian. It's Tim"

"What?!"

"Tim got hit with some magic." Bruce spoke finishing the eiam. "I was giving him a check over since Zantanna it should wear off within a week."

"I'm fine, just fine." Tim hopped off the medbay bed with the blanket around him. "I Just need to get some clothes… that fit."

"That should not be hard since you're tiny."

"Shut up, Damian, I don't want to deal with you right now." Tim huffed walking passed the now seven inch taller` teen. "I'll be upstairs."

"Are you wearing my clothes, Drake?"

"Yeah, but they're baggy on me." Tim sighed trying to reach the car keys. "I can't find my old clothes so I need to go buy some."

"How old are you? At the moment?" Damian asked taking the keys and placing them higher. "I doubt Father would be wanting you to drive places."

"I'm eleven and I was done trying with all the Masters Bruce had,"

"Drake you are small. Extra small."

"Hey, don't be jealous that I'm cute," Tim pulled up the pants again. "Seriously I need clothes and you were bigger than me at this age."

"Drake, those are for a ten-year-old."

"You were freakishly muscled for a ten-year-old! I'm more of a lean adorable child!"

"...Tt." Damian paused before poking the other in the middle of the forehead.

"Hey!" Tim threw his hands up to protect his forehead. "Why did you poke me?!"

"I felt compelled to." Came an amused tone in his voice as Damian grinned before he stopped. "I shall asked Pennyworth to take you."

"But, Alfred has stuff to do and Bruce has a meeting."

"So? We'll go with him, head to the mall, than go back to the office." Damian crossed his arms leaning against the door. "Besides you need someone to go with you."

"I'm not a child, Damian," Tim scowled at him jumping up trying to reach the keys before sighing letting his head press against the wall in defeat. "Alright, fine… let's go ask Bruce, but I don't need to you babysitting me! That's not happening!"

"Damian, Watch your brother, make sure he doesn't get lost." Bruce handed them each a card before patting Damian on his shoulder and ruffling Tim's head. "Be back at the office in three hours at most, got it?"

"Of course."

"Bruce, I'm not a baby!" Tim whined fixing his hair. "I'll take care of, Damian- Stop poking my forehead!"

Bruce watched Damian smirking as Tim's hands rapidly swatting at the offending hand. "Just be careful. Maybe I should call Dick or Jason."

"No!" Tim dragged his pants up again. "They'll just make it worse."

"Three hours."

"We got it, Father." Damian turned dragging Drake by the back of the hoodie. "Let's go, pipsqueak."

"Bruce, remember me as I once was!" Tim cried sorrowfully his little arms stretched out.

Bruce watched them disappear into the crowd before groaned before heading back to work.

TBC... Maybe.