Author's Note: Hello my lovelies and here's another chapter of Mini Grayson. Thank you for taking your time into reading this chapter XP

To GalaxyWolf2.0: Yeah. I think brotherly stuff was a good choice too. That was my intent in the beginning and I decided to keep it going. Just didn't know if others wanted yaoi XP

To WolfGirl: Everyone pretty much guess right xD It was doll and a doll house!

To Guest: DamiTim I believe falls under its own special radar. It has to be a very special circumstances for them to get along but when done right, I dig it :p You don't have to worry about DamiTim here though XP

Like before, if you have an idea you would like to give out, feel free to suggest it :D

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Barbie's Dream House was presented in large letters on the box. Dick wanted to run away. Tell the guys to forget about what they saw. That he was perfectly fine the way he was but seeing their faces, especially Jason's, he knew that wouldn't ever happen.

"Oh look little Dickie, it looks like Babs and the other girls care about you sooo much~" Jason teased as he picked up the box, placing it onto the floor. Taking out the first content inside of it and peering back inside, Jason's lips twinged to a bigger grin than ever before he started to laugh once again, "Oh my God - is that doll's clothing?!"

Scooping his hands inside, Jason dropped all of the little clothing onto the coffee table. Dick started to whine loudly and clung onto Tim's fingers, wrapping himself around it, "I don't need it!"

"Oh but I think you do! Come on little birdie boy, what kind of brothers would we be if we didn't make sure you were properly dressed~ that little piece of tape isn't going to keep you nicely clothed." Jason began to scramble around the tiny clothing, trying to see what outfit he could form that would totally ruin Dick's reputation.

"We have a nice little sunhat here. We also have a lovely pink shirt. Oh look - yellow shorts! You can be our mini lemonade boy!" Jason grinned.

"Kill me. Just kill me!" Dick shouted loudly to Tim, gazing at his giant face with pure humiliation. "Just end meee!"

"Oh no no no Dick. We cannot do it. Think about what disappointment Bruce will be brought upon if he found out you died." Jason shook his head. "Tsk tsk. Just thinking about yourself. How selfish could you be!"

Damian just stared at the entire scene, wondering what on earth he could do. Part of him wanted to help Dick since the little man was always there for him but the other side wanted to see Jason completely sissify the mini male. It was definitely a hard decision.

Tim sighed at this, knowing that he had to help, despite still feeling betrayed.

WIth his free hand, Tim picked out what he thought was the most normal and manly outfit he could find. It was plain blue shorts and a plain white tank top.

"Just...just change into these." Tim told the mini man, peeling him off his finger.

The moment that Dick felt his grip loose, he immediately clung onto the new fingers that held him. He refused to be turned into a barbie doll.

"Come on Dick…" Tim murmured softly.

"No!"

"Dick…"

"No!"

"Would you rather be nak -"

"Yes! Yes I would rather be naked!" Dick shouted to them all. "You can't do this!"

"Just leave him be." Damian finally spoke up.

All of the eyes turned to him, making the teen tisk, "Just let him be with the taped piece of his outfit. He'll eventually have to change into these ridiculous outfits once his current one falls off."

"I suppose you're right." Jason agreed, disappointment in his voice. He really wanted to change him right now but he knew it would have to wait. It would happen though, whether Dick liked it or not.

"But let's get back to business, shall we~?" Jason started to open up the Barbie Dream House box and a bunch of toy parts began to fall out of the box. He scooted those to the side, getting himself comfortable onto the floor. "Now let's see here…"


Dick watched his whole world beginning to turn to a child's imagination scene. Damian and Jason began to assemble the toy mansion, arguing ever so often about what piece went where. Tim continued to hold the tiny man who finally let his death grip loose off his fingers and was now chilling on the palm of his hand. Dick still couldn't believe that all of this was happening and he thought that the girls had his back earlier. Now all trust issues was compromised.

It took about half an hour for the entire doll house to be made since the two males had argued about which rooms should be assembled where and the location of where it should be placed. Damian and Jason agreed it should be by the living room window, on top of another free coffee table so everyone could see it when they entered the room. The Barbie home wasn't too large to take up the entire space of the table but enough to make it the only thing available there, besides the other accessories that came in the Dream Home.

"Well let's see here. Dick has his own little car. His own little bicycle, toy limo, ooo, Dick even has his own little toy boat, a mini pool and jacuzzi. Damn Dick, you have just as much as Bruce has right now. All we need is for you to have your own toy jet and you're set." Jason commented.

"I don't want any of that. I just want to survive this week, peacefully." Dick couldn't help but to speak harshly. He didn't like that that Jason was enjoying his misery too much.

"But this was a present from Babs and the others! You cannot decline their thoughtful gift." Jason frowned though it was completely fake. Everyone could clearly see the evil intentions that the multi-colored male had. No one really spoke up about it though except Dick himself.

"I'll be sure to thank them properly once I'm back to normal." Dick countered, crossing his arms. He was standing his ground and wasn't going to be going near that Barbie Dream House whatsoever, especially if Jason was around.


The current time was mid afternoon and the Bat brothers continued to lounge around in the living room, hoping time would pass by faster. None of them had to go on patrol so that indicated that the night would be long as well. Tim, who was dubbed Mr. Sleepless, was going to have it the worst of them all.

Jason was watching television with an extreme look of boredom, his head resting on his right hand. Tim was on his tablet, reading newspaper articles online meanwhile Damian was playing Animal Crossing on his 3DS with the little man resting on his lap, watching along tiredly.

Just because Damian was in charge of taking care of Dick, that didn't necessarily mean that Dick had to be with him all the time.

"You know what, I'm hungry. Come on little man, let's go make us a sandwich." Jason got off from the couch and passing by Damian, swooped the little man in one scoop. The hand blocked Damian's vision temporarily from his game but his reflexes weren't fast enough to grab onto Jason's wrists to prevent it. Dick became dizzy from the sudden swift movement and was started to sway a bit on Jason's right shoulder, clearly not expecting that at all. His tiny frame still wasn't use to being manhandled in such manner.

"TODD!" Damian shouted, jumping up from the couch to follow after them, "Give him back!"

"Oh come on, we're just going to make sandwiches!" Jason stopped in his steps and turned around to face Damian, "What on Earth could happen that we'll need your protection from?"

That very turn though was the turning point that caused Dick to stumble forward and off the shoulder.


Everything went into slow motion. Jason felt that smidge of weight that Dick created disappearing from his shoulder and witness Dick free falling down. He used his hands to try and catch Dick but each time he thought he caught the mini man, Dick's body stumbled and kept falling lower and lower. Damian knew that he was the only person that could rescue his small brother and seeing that Alfred had left a yellow sponge on top of the hallway table, he grabbed it and lunged himself to the floor.

It was a split second catch but Dick's body collided down to the yellow sponge, bouncing slightly at the impact. Tim heard all of the commotion and turning around, in his eyes, he just saw Jason struggling to catch something and heard Damian throw himself. He rose up an eyebrow, wondering what they were doing but then the screams came.

"JASON, YOU CLUMSY OAF! YOU COULD OF KILLED GRAYSON!"

"ME!? HE FELL OFF ON HIS OWN! HE WAS NICE AND WELL ON MY SHOULDER UNTIL YOU STARTED TO FOLLOW US!"

"SO THIS IS MY FAULT NOW?"

"YES, YES IT IS YOU LITTLE SHITHEA -"

"SHUT. UP." Tim intervened. The two bickering guys glanced up at Tim and narrowed their eyes before turning back to each other, arguing again. Dick had his ears covered and was hunched forward on his knees, his ass sticking out into the air. Every word that the two giant males shouted made his ears ring to the point that he felt like they were going to bleed. At that moment, it seemed like he was forgotten and all Jason and Damian wanted to do was win their own argument. Tim rubbed his temples, wondering why he had to be the only responsible one here. Jason was an adult and Damian already acted like an adult so why couldn't the two just settle things like adults and talk normally. His eyes glanced over to see the yellow sponge on the floor and squinting his eyes, noticed Dick cowering. Sighing, he stood up and walked over.

Dick couldn't hear Tim's footsteps approaching since the shoutings overrode everything for his hearing. His eyes were shut tightly and all he felt was the sponge being lifted. Taking a peek, he saw Tim and his eyes began to sparkle.

Tim. My hero. Dick thought to himself. Right this moment, Dick saw Tim as an angel sent to protect him. He was starting to wonder if he really should switch caretakers now. His happiness was shortly lived though as he was snatched by the big bad Jason who had his last words with Damian, "Fine! You can observe me making sandwiches then. Come on little Dickie."

"Tt. You always have to make things so complicated Jason." Damian uttered underneath his breath as he followed the taller man. Tim stayed where he was momentarily, the yellow sponge still in his hand. Sighing, he shook his head and smacked himself with the sponge on his forehead before following along. Soon enough he and Jason would have matching hairstyles with the white hairs.


Jason had all of the ingredients out to make a simple turkey sandwich and he started to toast the bread. Dick was on top of the mid table counter they had and strayed as far away as he could from the ingredients, not wanting to be mistaken as one and placed inside the sandwich. Damian had pulled up a chair and sat in front, his 3DS in hands. Often he would glance up to make sure that Dick was still there from his game meanwhile Tim had brought along his tablet where he continued his reading. One thing that was for sure, besides the situations where his life was on the line, being a little person currently was the most boringest thing in the world. He couldn't do anything and felt ignored. Just to pass time, Dick would just practice his acrobatic skills but even then that grew tiring, especially since he had been doing that all morning.

Moving closely to Damian, Dick stood in front of the teen, forcing a loud cough so he could be attended to. Damian barely glanced away from his game, "What?"

"I'm bored."

"What do you want me to do about that?"

"I don't know. Play with me."

"I'm busy."

"Come on Damian!"

"You can watch me play."

"But I don't want to watch you play!" Playing Animal Crossing was one thing but watching another person play was excruciatingly boring. The lack of adventure in the game would put anyone to sleep if they weren't the ones talking to the animals.

"Too bad then."

Dick huffed, his chest puffing out and he stormed over to Tim, making the same exaggerating cough to the other teen. Tim as well barely glanced away from his tablet, "May I help you with something Dick?"

"Yes you may Tim! I am bored and Damian won't play with me!"

"Alright. What do you want me to do?"

"Play with me or make Damian do it!"

Tim sighed, hating being interrupted from his reading. The older teen turned to the younger one who cursed about getting trash instead of a fish in the ocean.

"Demon Spawn, Dick is bored. Play with him."

"You play with him."

"You're the caretaker and it is your job to help Dick."

"My job as a caretaker is to make sure that nothing happens to him. Being bored isn't part of my dilemma."

"Damian, pleaaaaase!" Dick cutted in. The tiny man decided to leap in front of Damian's vision and gave out the most adorable puppy dog eyes he could do. Being this small and weak looking added to its character.

With his fingers pausing, Damian looked down at the little man who still had the eyes, whimpering as loud as he could.

"...Tt. Fine."

Feeling victorious, Dick couldn't help but to break out into a happy dance. Damian rolled his eyes at that and wondered what he could do to help Dick become unbored. Jason, who heard everything decided to help as well.

"We can play 'Run Away From The Knife'."

"Run away from what - eeeeek!" Dick leaped out of the way as Jason slammed the knife down besides Dick, giving a laugh.

"JASON!" Tim and Damian hollered out at the same time.

"What? He said he was bored." Jason defended himself before bringing the knife back his way to continue cutting the veggies. Dick was laying on the marble counter, clutching his heart as his chest was heaving heavily. Damian glared at the older man and scooped up his little brother, giving his head a little head rub. The rub did help calm Dick's nerves but he was still scared shitless of that stunt.


Ten minutes passed and Jason had decided to make sandwiches for everyone instead now. This way they would all get off his back for the fiasco he did earlier. Jason had made himself a very meaty sandwich, a vegetarian one for Damian and a grilled cheese for Tim. Jason honestly didn't know what to give Dick so he gave the mini male a sunflower seed.

"I'm not a hamster Jason!" Dick huffed irritable.

The giant man decided to ignore the little squeaks by stating out loud, "This is a delicious sandwich."

"It's alright." Damian commented as he took a bite of his. Tim just shrugged, using his fingers to take small pieces and plop it into his mouth.

"I want some -" Dick had started to shout but Jason being an ass spoke loudly once more to drown his voice, "It's just alright? I made you a glorious sandwich and it is just alright?!"

"Fine! It's good. There, happy?" Damian snapped.

"Yes."

"I want som -"

"So anything good you and the Teen Titans have been watching lately Damian?" Jason continued.

"We're currently watching Daredevil. For being blind, Matthew Murdock does surprisingly well in combat."

"Ah. I see." Jason nodded.

"JASON, STOP INTERRUPTING ME -"

"So Damian, I - ow!" Jason flung his hand up, smacking Dick right at his little body. The tiny man went soaring into the air and quickly Damian thrust his hand out with the sponge once more, catching him.

"TODD! Be careful with Grayso -"

"Dick! You little Dick! Why did you bite me?!"

"YOU KEPT INTERRUPTING ME ON PURPOSE, YOU ASSHO -"

Just to get even, Jason snatched the tiny man from the sponge and threw him inside his mouth.

Damian's eyes widen at this and Dick started to scream out loudly, the squeaks being shrilling enough to make Tim glance up and see what was happening.

"DAMIAN, TIM - HELP ME!"

"TODD! LET GRAYSON GO OR SO HELP ME!" Damian got off of his chair, marching straight at the older man.

Jason had Dick's little bottom half inside his mouth meanwhile his chest was protruding out of his lips. Dick had a firm grasp of Jason's lips, his fingernails clinging onto it in case he was going to get swallowed. His heart began to race once more, especially since he could feel the teeth threatening his torso.

"J-JASON - I'M SORRY FOR BITING YOU!" Dick cried out, his little feet kicking on the inside. "P-PLEASE, L-LET ME GO!" He begged.

The little beggings was what Jason wanted to hear so he casually plopped the mini out of his mouth and onto his palm. Dick was trembling and naked once more since the tape had weakened because of the saliva. Taking the first chance, Damian snatched his tiny brother and punched Jason at the gut before storming off to his room. Jason was on the floor, holding his stomach since he had just eaten. Tim sighed, shaking his head. This definitely was going to be a long week.


Alfred the cat was currently asleep on Damian's bed, his furry body curled up in blankets. The moment the door clicked open, the cat's head perked up.

Turning to see Damian, he gave a lazy meow and sat up, peering curiously at his owner.

Damian walked over to his bed and gave his cat a small head rub, receiving purrs of approval. Dick started to wrap himself tightly against Damian's free hand, not wanting to be a chew toy for him once again.

"Alfred, I'm going to need you to leave. Go and bug Jason." Damian told his cat. Alfred began to protest by meowing, not wanting to go but ended up being thrown out anyway. The cat scratched at the door, wanting to be let back inside but once he realized he wasn't going to be, left to go and find a sleeping spot elsewhere.

Sighing, Damian let Dick down onto his nightstand before he laid down. The tiny male was at put a bit at ease but he still couldn't believe that he was inside two mouths so far. Hopefully a third wouldn't occur for the rest of the week. Thankfully, Damian was looking out for him and it was a reminder as to why he choose the ex-assassin to be his caretaker.

"Thank you for saving me from Jason…" Dick told Damian who was looking up at the ceiling.

"Tt. Of course I wasn't going to let you being disposed by Jason. I promised to take care of you and I intend to do so." The teen responded.

Dick couldn't help but to smile at the response. It made him want to go over and give Damian a hug so peering over the edge of the nightstand and the beginning of the bedside, he started to calculate the distance for a jump. Thinking that it wouldn't be too bad, Dick made a running start before taking the huge leap off the stand.

Big mistake.

Luckily for the small man though, it was at this time that Damian had decided to turn over to look at him, wanting to know what he could do to help Dick feel better. His eyes widen when he saw Dick taking the leap and not making it. With his right hand, Damian extended it downwards and managed to catch the little man in his palm before Dick would of have gone splat.

"GRAYSON!" Damian hollered, "WHY DID YOU JUMP!?"

Dick flinched at the booming voice and found himself being held above Damian's face now, green eyes narrowing angrily at him. This caused the mini man to pout cutely, "I...I wanted to get comfortable with you…" he whimpered, sniffling afterwards for the full effect. Damian's expression began to soften and he quickly looked away, "Tt. You could have just asked instead of leaping like a frog." Damian uttered before dropping his little brother down onto his pillow besides him.

Bouncing onto the pillow slightly, Dick started to crawl over to Damian's left neck side, nuzzling to him.

"What are you -"

"I want to be here, Dami." Dick murmured out since he was close to his ear, "You're warm and comfortable..."

"...Tt."

Seeing that he wasn't going to be moved, Dick smiled once more and closed his eyes, letting slumber hit him.