A/N I bet we can make it to 460 reviews with this chapter. ^^ I can't believe how many people actually like this; it's amazing.

Anyway, I've been reading quite a few different fanfictions involving de-aged characters, and I wanted to write something involving a little Dick. This is the result; hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer I don't own...anything, really. Anything you recognize, isn't mine.

~Aiva

This wasn't exactly what Roy expected to see when he opened his door. Bruce was wearing his familiar scowl, looking more irritated than usual as he kept his hand firmly on the boy beside him. That, actually, wasn't all that unusual. What was unusual was the boy beside him. He looked to be around five, though he seemed much smaller than average, looking up at Roy with adorable baby blue eyes.

His small face lit up at the sight of the archer. "Roy!" he shouted happily, launching himself at the teenager and nuzzling into his leg. "Hi! Bruce said I'm gonna stay with you!"

Roy's arms wrapped around Dick instinctively even as he glared at Bruce. "What. Happened?" he asked.

"Patrol," Bruce responded tersely. "Poison Ivy released unknown spores. They should wear off within a few days, but I need someone to watch Dick in the meantime."

"And why can't you do it?" Roy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or Alfred?"

"Alfred is out of town, and I have meetings I need to attend." Clearly, Bruce wasn't happy about this. He wasn't exactly happy about leaving his now five-year-old son with the rebellious teenager either, but he didn't have much of a choice in that one.

"Roy! Let's play a game!" Dick spoke up, tugging on the hem of Roy's shirt to get his attention. He looked up at him eagerly, his big blue eyes shining with obvious excitement.

"What do you want to play?" Roy asked, scooping up the tiny boy in his arms. Dick laughed, delighted at the motion.

Bruce interrupted. "I have to go now, Dickie. I'll be back later."

Dick's face fell, a pout replacing his smile. "But…I'll miss you," he said softly.

"I know, Dick, and I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"Promise you'll be back?" Dick asked, blue eyes wide as he stared at his adoptive father.

"I promise," Bruce nodded.

Dick frowned, still clearly not happy, but he nodded reluctantly. "Be good for Roy," Bruce said before leaving.

Dick stared after him, snuggling deeper into Roy as he sniffled. "I know what'll cheer you up," Roy said suddenly, bringing the boy inside his apartment.

Dick blinked up at him curiously, and Roy grinned. "You wanna call Wally?" he asked.

Dick brightened immediately, nodding eagerly at the mention of his best friend's name. "Yeah!" he agreed excitedly.

Roy chuckled, pulling out his phone and putting it on speaker. "Hey, Roy. What's up?" Wally's voice came through the phone.

"Wally! Come play with us!" Dick said enthusiastically, grabbing the phone from Roy.

There was a full second of silence. "Dick? Are you okay?" Wally asked. Even through a phone, it was quite obvious there was something…off about his best friend's voice. He sounded cheerful and happy, but almost like he was younger, somehow.

Roy took the phone back. "Poison Ivy de-aged him. He's stuck as a five-year-old for a few days until it wears off. I'm babysitting."

"Ohhhh," Wally said, completely nonchalant about the fact that that Dick was now five. "I'll be over in five."

"…Was that a joke?" Roy asked, raising an eyebrow. The speedster had already hung up, and Dick jumped onto Roy's shoulders.

"I'm hungry," he proclaimed, giggling as he bounced slightly before flipping back off of the archer's shoulders. "Can I have chocolate milk?"

"No," Roy said quickly. Dick sniffled, fake tears welling up in his wide blue eyes. His dark hair fell messily into his face, framing it adorably. His small lips were drawn into a pleading pout, and he pretty much looked adorable beyond words. "Just one cup, okay?" Roy gave in, unable to say no.

"Yay! Thank you, Roy!" Dick cried, hugging the ginger tightly.

"No problem, Dickie-bird," Roy responded easily, ruffling the boy's dark hair. He walked over to the fridge, aware of the fact that Dick was still clinging to his leg. He didn't bother prying him off; Dick was really light, and he had a grip that could rival Superman's when he wanted to.

Dick was on the counter, contentedly sipping chocolate milk when Wally showed up. The tiny acrobat immediately set the glass down, launching himself at the speedster. "Wally!" he shouted gleefully.

"Hey, Dick," Wally laughed, catching the boy easily. He was taken aback how tiny he was now; sure, he was short as a thirteen-year-old, but as a five-year-old? His small stature only made him more adorable, and Wally felt himself melt into a pile of mush. A look into those big baby blues did that to most people.

"Let's play a game," Dick repeated, excitement clear as he wriggled out of Wally's arms, dropping to the floor lightly. "Tag! You're it!" he cried before running off, giggling the entire time.

Roy shrugged, glancing at Wally. "You're it," he repeated, running off after Dick.

Wally paused, spotting Dick's half-full glass of chocolate milk. He shrugged, drinking the rest of it before chasing after the two.

He caught Roy first, mainly because Dick was perched on top of the fridge again. He kept giggling, glancing back down at the two gingers. "Hi Roy, hi Wally!" he greeted cheerfully, waving. "Can we go to the park?"

"Sure," Roy agreed, honestly relieved to have something that would get Dick down. He trusted the kid's acrobatic skills; the things he could do were amazing. But he was only five, and Roy knew Bruce would kill him if he found out Dick was sitting on top of refrigerators.

"Yay!" Dick cheered, flipping off of the fridge easily. He grinned then tackled Wally's leg, clutching it tightly. Wally attempted to pry the boy off, but Dick wouldn't budge.

"He's not going to let go. It's best just to walk with him there," Roy advised, pulling on his jacket. It was cold out, and it didn't help that it was fairly windy today. He tried to get Dick to put a jacket on too, but the boy refused, holding Wally's leg tighter. "I don't want to wear it," he argued. "It's hot and makes it hard to play."

"It's supposed to be hot, Dick, so it'll protect you from the cold. You don't want to get sick, do you?" Roy asked. Dick let out a small huff, shaking his head. He wasn't going to put it on.

"Dickie, if you put it on, we'll get some hot chocolate," Wally coaxed. The boy brightened, and he let go, pulling the jacket on quickly. "Can we make cookies later?" he asked eagerly.

Wally picked Dick up, tossing him in the air a few inches before holding him, the action followed by a series of giggles from Dick. "I'm sure we can make some," he nodded, grinning at how excited Dick seemed.

"Wally, Roy! Push me!" Dick shouted, already on the swings. His short legs swung through the air as he struggled to propel himself forward, but it wasn't working very well, and he only managed to rock back and forth a bit. Wally reached the small boy first, giving him a push forward.

Dick laughed, a wide grin forming on his face as the breeze rushed past him, tugging at his hair and practically begging him to go higher. "Higher!" he giggled, the word followed by a cry of delight as Wally pushed harder, the swing moving much faster.

When he reached the apex, Dick let go of the chains connecting the seat to the bar overhead, flying through the air freely. He tucked himself into a ball, doing a backflip before landing lightly on the ground. Delighted, he turned to Wally and Roy. "Good job, Dick!" Roy praised, but was cut off before he could say anything else by a lady walking up to him.

An expression of frustration was clear on her face as she stomped up to the older ginger, a large purse swinging from her hand. "Is that your kid?" she asked.

Roy looked at her apprehensively. "I'm watching him for a friend," he answered after a moment, moving away from her slightly.

The woman frowned. "Well then, young man, tell me; why are you letting a four-year-old flip off of swings?" she demanded.

"I'm five!" Dick interrupted, a small pout forming as he crossed his arms. He huffed in slight annoyance; sure, he was short, but couldn't people ever guess his age correctly?

"A five-year-old," the woman nodded, giving the small boy a friendly smile before glaring at Roy again. "Not only was it dangerous for him, but my son is going to want to try that now, and I don't want him breaking his neck all because some irresponsible person didn't know how to watch his kid!"

"Sorry?" Wally offered, stepping into the conversation.

"I'm an acrobat," Dick announced proudly. "See?" To prove his point, he did another backflip, grinning as he landed.

The woman turned to Roy, frustration growing.

The older ginger coughed nervously. "Hey, Dickie, why don't you take a break from doing flips for a while, okay?" he suggested.

Dick frowned. "I won't get hurt," he assured. "I won't…" He bit his lip, voice trailing off. He couldn't say the word "fall". It was too painful.

Noticing the tears welling up in Dick's eyes, Roy gathered him into a tight hug, Wally glaring at the woman. "We've got this, thanks. You can go now," he said, a clear dismissal. Faced with the possible wrath of two overprotective brothers, and the tears of a little boy, she left.

Dick buried his face in Roy's shoulder, trying hard not to cry. Wally moved closer, putting a comforting hand on the boy's back. "It's okay, Dickie," the speedster soothed, though it wasn't, really. A moment or two passed before Dick finally lifted his head, sniffling as he wiped away from of the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

"Do you want to go back home?" Roy asked.

Dick hesitated, then shook his head. "No…I want to stay," he decided, wriggling out of the archer's grasp and landing neatly on the ground. He glanced at the playground equipment for a few seconds before running over to the slide. He climbed up the ladder quickly, then went down, his laughs filling the air again.

Two hours, and all three were back at Roy's apartment, sitting together on the couch. Dick was nestled in between the gingers, his head resting comfortably on Wally's arm as he watched the television. He sniffed, reaching up to wipe his nose occasionally. Roy glanced over at him, noticing how red the boy's nose was, and the flushed hue of his cheeks. It was clear Dick wasn't feeling too good either, and the archer let out a small sigh. "Dick?" he asked.

Dick sniffled again before glancing up at Roy. "Yeah?" he answered, voice stuffy and soft.

"You got sick, didn't you?"

Dick shook his head stubbornly. "I'm okay," he insisted, though the cough that followed the words insisted otherwise.

"Sure you are," Roy responded sarcastically, reaching over to touch the acrobat's forehead. The archer frowned; he had a small fever.

Dick admitted defeat in this particular argument, leaning his head back up against Wally as he groaned. "I don't feel good," he confessed, another cough shaking his tiny frame.

"You should've kept your jacket on," Roy chastised lightly. The boy had taken it off only a little while after his stunt on the swing, claiming it was making him too hot. Apparently, he was suffering the consequences of that now.

"Sorry," Dick mumbled, sniffling again.

Wally ran his fingers though Dick's dark hair, the motion repetitive and soothing. "Just try to go to sleep, Dickie," he instructed quietly.

Dick nodded, tired blue eyes drifting shut. It wasn't long before his soft snores filled the air, his mouth open slightly to help him breath better, since his nose was stuffy.

Wally glanced over at Roy, stifling a yawn as he did so. "You get to tell DaddyBats that Dick got sick," he said, grinning at the archer's expression.

Roy groaned; he could already tell that wouldn't end well. "Great," he muttered sarcastically. He was so dead.

A/N Had a bit of writers' block near the end, but oh well. I can also do another chapter, involving five-year-old Dick with Bruce. But that all depends on if you guys want me to or not; just review and let me know. ;)

Oh, and I need a cover. I'm not really good at making them, and I don't have any ideas anyway. So if anyone is interested in making one, that would be amazing. ^^

Reviews are greatly appreciated!