"Alright the foods here." Bruce said as they brought the food to the table. "Dick, Jason, sit down in your seats."

Both boys didn't move but continued on as if they hadn't heard him.

"Sit in your seats now!" Damian yelled banging his fist on the table.

The boys scrambled into their seats. Dick sat next to Bruce cuddling into his side. Jason went under the table so he could get on the other side to sit next to Damian. The waiter sat down two kiddie smiley pancakes in front of the kids and two little bowls of fruit. A plate with mini pancakes and eggs where set in front of Tim along with some strawberries. For Bruce it was a platter of everything, eggs, sausage, bacon, eggs, ham, hash browns and a small stack of pancakes. Hey, he was a large man. Damian had gotten almost the same thing but he refused the pancakes.

Dick used his finger to eat off the whip cream smile. "Yummy! Bruce, can you cut my pancakes, please?"

"Sure, Chum." Bruce took the plate before cutting them up into bite size pieces. "There you go."

"Yay!" Dick grabbed the syrup and splashed it onto the pancake.

"Jason, do you want me to cut your pancake too?" Bruce asked his second son.

"No, I can do it." Jason said as he cute awkward pieces before giving up. "Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"Can you cute the rest?" Jason said blushing a bit because he had wanted to show Bruce he could do it by himself. "Please?"

"Sure." Bruce smiled at him as he ruffled Jason hair enjoying the laugh he got. "Alright here you go. Eat up boys."

"Father." Damian said as he cut his ham. "Drake is begging for you attention and it is getting annoying,"

Bruce looked over only to see Tim leaning way over in his highchair holding out his plate and looking at Bruce with an unsure face. When Bruce looked at him Tim had pulled back his plate looking down in shame. He wanted to sigh because Tim had been very self-conscious when asking Bruce for anything. It stented from Jack and Janet never being there for their son and when they were forced to bring him along because of appreances they were very hateful and would scoff at Tim if he even begged for help.

"Hey, Tim," Bruce said gently placing his hand on Tim's head petting his hair softly. "Would you like me to cut you pancakes for you?"

Slowly Tim nodded before looking up at him. Tim made a happy noise before putting his plate down quickly and hiding his blushing face in his hands. Damian let out a –tt' before shaking his head. Bruce chuckled and took Tim's plate cutting the pieces up smaller for the sake of his current youngest son to eat.

As Bruce finished he frowned seeing Tim taking a drink from the bottle. Tim may have been small but he wasn't that young and had no need for a bottle. Putting the plate down Bruce looked at Damian wondering what in the world had made the boy think that Tim had to use a bottle. Well one way to find out.

"So, Damian you said it took you a week to get Tim to use the bottle?"

"Yes." Damian nodded. "He fought me on it even after I had that one specially made for him."

"I see." Bruce took a bite of his food. "What made you think of getting him one?"

"Thompkins gave me a book and it said that babies use bottles."

"Tim's not a baby thought." Bruce pointed out looking at Tim who was still sucking on it.

"Of course he is." Damian frowned "Is he not currently the baby of the family?"

Yep, that explained it. Damian thought it meant whoever was the youngest. Chuckling Bruce shook his head.

"No, Damian. Babies who breast fed or use bottle are between newborn and a year to a half year old."

Now it was Damian's turn to frown and then he rolled his eyes and hide his face in his hand. "That is why he fought me on it, isn't it Father?"

"Yes, son, it is." Bruce couldn't help it, it was funny. "Well now that you know you can give him back his cup."

"Yes, your right," Damian said and leaned over pulling the bottle out of Drake mouth as it made a poping sound. "You won't be needing this anymore."

Tim blinked at him before slumping over his eyes watering up. Damian paused hearing Drake whimpering sadly before big tears rolled down his cheeks. Than suddnely out of nowhere and it certinaly stunned Bruce and Damian because Tim let out an long ear shattering scream.

"My ears!" Dick screamed covering them.

"Make it stop!" Jason cried covering his own. "My ears are bleeding!"

Everyone turned to look at their family as Tim sobbing loudly his head thrown back his little body shaking with the cries. Bruce quickly pulled him out and held him close rocking the boy back and forth trying to get him to calm down. Damian gritted his teeth holding his ears shut but than he saw Tim looking at him with such betrayal it sent a pang to his heart.

Damian shoved the bottle back into Drake's mouth and the crying ceased immediately. Drake took it before cuddling up to Bruce's chest the shuttering breaths where the after math of his crying. Both Father and son looked at each other in shock.

"…Just until we change them back?"

"I agree, Father." Damian said shaking his head before going back to eating.

"You go talk! To your friends talk! To my friends talk to me!" Dick and Jason sang at the top of their lungs as Bruce drove the van. "And we-e-e-e! Are never ever, ever getting back together!"

The two boys continued to sing loudly as they turned into a parking lot. Tim was in his car seat dancing cutely by wiggled side to side with his hands up in the air. They pulled into a a parking space. Turning off the car Bruce got out before opening side door. Dick and Jason got out throwing themselves a him.

"Whoa!" Bruce chuckled before spinning them around. "Look at what I have here?"

Giggling the boys where set down and Bruce took their hands only to have Damian come out of nowhere and within seconds strapped them into their backpacks. He gave them a warning look before going to pull Tim out of the car seat. Tim pointed to the ground showing that he wanted to walk. Bruce saw Damian give Tim a look and Tim sighed defeated before letting Damian stuff him into the pack.

"Tim's legs are going to get weak if you don't let him walk, Damian." Bruce grinned thinking it was funny how protective he was of Tim.

"And have him stole and raped? I think not." Damian huffed. "Besides he can walk once we are inside… maybe."

As they walked into the Walmart Bruce grabbed a cart. He tied the leash parts to the handle. "Maybe Damian has the right idea with these."

Dick got on one side of the cart and Jason got on the other side. Bruce waited for Damian to grab a cart before finding it amusing that Damian had taken the time to pull out a small blanket from the diaper bag and set it on the seat of the basket before putting Tim. Once Damian had buckled in Tim his son put the diaper bag and the backpack into the back of the basket before looking at him.

"What do we need Father?"

"first let's get some swimming clothes. Come on, boys let's go."

Once they made it to the swim wear Dick had picked out some blue and black swim shorts and a matching swim top. Jason had picked out red ones with black flames on them and didn't want a top claiming that it was girly and Dick gave an offended gasp. Dick and Jason had grabbed some little swim clothes and begged Bruce and Damian to let them help Tim pick one before they dragged the little boy into the dressing room.

Bruce had picked out some black ones and Damian had gotten some but a shade lighter. They heard wild giggling before the door opened and Tim came toddling out dressed in a one piece neon bright girl bathing suit that had a ruffled tutu on it and the boys had pulled his hair into two tiny pigtails and the little boy looked at them.

Both the bats stared at Tim in shock their mouths hanging open when they heard Jason whisper. "Tim, do it! Do it!"

Tim whimpered eyes watery and clearly embarrassed but he started to twirl around like a ballerina. Dick and Jason howled in laughter.

"Father do something!" Damian screamed snapping out of his stupor. "Get those ridiculous clothes off him!"

Bruce shook his head shaking off the shock before scooping up Tim and rushing him into the dressing room quickly taking off the bathing suit when he heard Dick and Jason screaming 'No!' before it was followed by two sets of four SMACKS, before Dick and Jason where crying.

"Damian, did you just spank them?!"

"Yes." Damian growled. "Grayson, Todd, what do you have to say for yourselves?!"

"Sorry!" They cried.

Bruce came out with Tim, who was now back in his own clothes and saw Dick and Jason rubbing their butts and glaring at Damian. His son was glaring at them tapping his foot and giving them a lecture on how they shouldn't bully their brother into wearing girl clothes.

"Bruce, Damian spanked us!" Jason shouted when he saw him. "Spank him!"

"Yes, spank him!" Dick agreed pointing at Damian. "He won't let us get away with anything!"

"Well done, Damian." Bruce said wiping the last of Tim's tears away "Word of advice only two smacks each."

"Thank you Father."

"Traitor!"

"Who wants toys?"

"We love you, Bruce!" Dick and Jason cried happily latching onto his legs.

"What about you, Tim?" Bruce asked petting his head. "Do you want toys?"

Tim just sat there staring head with a thoughtful look causing both Damian and Bruce to look at each other and then back at the little boy who was just gazing. A second later Tim reached to pick up his Batman plusie that was sitting next to him and lifted it onto his lap before making the stuff toy point is hand towards the door and his little voice piped up.

"Naughty."

There at the entrance of the store was, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Penguin, Riddler and Hatter.

And you all saw Tim and went "AWWWWW...!"