I'M STILL ALIVE-ISH. SCHOOL sucks... for me at least. Here's another chapter for Little D.

disclaimer: PLOT. ONLY.

Chapter 2: Romani Boy

Nightwing's head started to throb as he fell onto the floor. All of a sudden he felt himself fall into slumber while his body seemed to be on fire.

Dick Grayson, now a five year old kid, broke into tears at the sight of the bloody warehouse. It wasn't everyday that a child was to see the blood of the incapacitated goons of Poison Ivy. On second thought, NO child should have seen blood in a dark scary warehouse.

"Mami, tati, unde ești?" (Mommy, Daddy, where are you?) his words slurred softly on the floor of the warehouse. He heard the voices of people shouting and some guns going off.

Straining his eyes to see through the darkness, Dick managed to crawl his way to the noise when he felt accidentally hit something on the ground.

When Dick looked down, he saw a very bloody unconscious body of one of the goons. He screamed at the grotesque sight of the body and felt pushed his knees to his chin in a defense position.

And that's how the other batboys found him.

"Grayson." Damian muttered at the sight of the teary-eyed, 5-year old boy.

Dick continued to rock himself back and forth, not hearing Damian. Tears strolled down his tiny face and he clutched his knees closer to his body.

"Salvează-mă de la demoni, Mami." (Save me from the demons, mommy.) he stuttered as Tim moved cautiously beside him.

Tim's eyes widened at the realization that Dick was crying because of the blood. Normally, Dick would just ignore the awful stench. But Dick had never actually experienced seeing that much blood when he was a kid. The most was probably from a scratch while performing.

"Shhh, it's okay, Dick. I'm just going to pick you-" Tim's arms were instantly flung off and with a scream, Dick fell back down onto the floor.

"Talk to him in Romani, you idiot." Jason said while lighting a cigarette.

Tim flushed in anger. "You talk to him, Hood. I just don't know how to approach him while-" and again Red Robin was cut off by Damian moving to Dick and picking him up by the shirt Dick wore under his Nightwing outfit. He held him above the ground while Dick just thrashed and cried.

"Mami! Tati! Ajutați-mă!"(Mommy! Daddy! Save me!) He screamed in pain when Damian injected something into his arm. "Zitkaaa..." Dick fell asleep, hanging by his shirt.

Jason laughed loudly, while Tim grabbed Dick gently but swiftly from Damian's hands.

"Why'd you do that? He was terrified. You could have killed him!" Tim screamed at Damian as he cradled Dick in his arms.

"Tt. I did you a favor. He was screaming and obviously too loud. He was going to attract more goons, if possible. You better be glad that i only used a sedative on him. If it were you, i would have punched you in the face." Damian replied cooly.

"It's true. His crying was annoying. If it weren't for demon prince over here, i would have shot the air beside his head to scare him." Jason said, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it.

Tim glared at them. And it JUST had to be Nightwing who had to turn into a baby.

He looked down at the child dead asleep in his arms and for once he felt a very very strong urge to take Dick away from Jason and Damian and never let them see him again. Dick stirred a bit and muttered something in Romani which struck him.

"Tati..." he slurred, And from that moment on he vowed to take care of Dick until a cure was found.

Nodding his head, Tim put some thyme into his utility belt while still carrying Dick.

"The cops will be here to collect the goons. We'd better leave." And with that they exited the warehouse.

But seriously, how the hell would they tell Alfred and Bruce that Dick turned into a 5-year old. It was not a situation the batboys had been trained to handle, EVER.

I'm actually not sure if the Romani is correct. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

have some more cake. XD

-your admirer from afar.