Synopsis: Someone has stolen all the money from the Wayne Foundation Youth Charity Fund. Batman and Red Hood go after the man who did it. While doing research on the thief, Tim is hit by a mysterious beam from an odd weapon sitting on a shelf and is de-aged. Oh boy, what are they going to do with a four-year-old Tim?

Part 10: Fixing This is Hard to Do

Tim sat on the top of the stairs at the end of the hall. His knees were bent up and his face was buried in his arms. He was crying, crying because Caleb didn't know him.

Dick walked slowly up to Tim. "Hey . . ."

"Caleb. . . My son . . . He didn't recognize me . . . I don't want to be like this . . . I want to be back to normal."

Dick didn't want to rush getting Tim back to normal, and yet, seeing what just happened back in the nursery and seeing Tim this way, also broke his heart. "Well, maybe he needs to warm up to you?"

"Dick . . . why are you doing this?" Tim questioned. "You're acting like you don't want me back to normal. Don't you know how to fix this? I certainly don't. I don't even know how it happened. I just remember being hit by some beam."

Dick softly sighed and realized he was being selfish. In truth, Dick didn't want Tim back to normal. 'This was always a dream of mine since I found out we were brothers. To be able to actually help take care of him, like he was a toddler, to be that big brother I never got to see him growing up, let alone be in the circus together.'

"Well? Just tell me. Can you fix this?"

"I don't know. I know very little of the ray gun that hit you. Bruce never let me near it. Now I know why."

"Then, I guess I'm stuck being a little kid until Batman comes back. He's chasing down an embezzler for me. Chester Farmington or I should say Chester Falcone. He embezzled all the money I made at my charity event I had here. Tricked me into hiring him and waited until he had his chance. Jason knows about it. He went with Bruce to Sicily to get the guy."

"All of the money?" Dick questioned. "I hope Dad and Jason can get him."

"I hope so, too. I worked hard for that money, not to mention Elizabeth Goodfellow showing up at the opening of my Neon Knights Center and spoiling that."

"Oh, you were asleep in that bubble for a week," Dick mentioned.

"A week?"

"Don't worry, I covered for you at Wayne Tech."

Damian had exited the clock from the cave. He stopped in his room and studio briefly to grab a sketch pad and paper. He was still angry about something, but he tried to ignore it. He was going to talk to "Mom" when he noticed Dick Grayson and Timothy Drake were sitting at the top of the stairs to the second floor. "Oh, by the way Drake, Father wanted me to tell you that Falcone went underground. They are going after him. They were able to get that money back." He continued down to the nursery without acknowledging Dick Grayson.

"Thanks Damian," Tim acknowledged the latest news. "God, it's going to be weird being shorter than him."

Dick chuckled a bit. "Yeah, but I wonder what his problem is? He's all upset. Any way, I should go and look at that raygun. See if has a reset button or something." Dick's heart though wasn't in it right now. He really wanted to spend time with Timoti as his little brother, but he didn't really know how to say it without upsetting him more.

"Dick, Falcone didn't just steal the Foundation's money. He stole from nine other charities here in Gotham and he also stole from charities in other cities, including Chicago. He's been doing it for years."

"Damn, I wonder how he was able to get away with it for so long."

"He stole over 30 million dollars."

Dick stood back up. "Come on, let's get our cookies. Then I'm going down into the cave for that gun." Tim stood up with him and they walked back to Dick's room. "I set your cookies down on your bedside."

"He used several aliases. He hired people to portray members of his family, including having a wife and two kids."

Once they grabbed Tim's plate of cookies from his room, they took them downstairs and headed to the kitchen. "Let's get some milk with those cookies then we can talk more over those."

When they got to the kitchen, Dick grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured two glasses. He then grabbed two cookies for himself. Dick helped Tim onto the island chair and and he sat down next to him so they could enjoy their snack.

"Looks like Dad and Jay have their mission. I should at least get started on trying to get you back to normal."

"Well . . . not just yet," Tim suddenly said. "To be honest . . . It would be fun to see what it's like to be a kid, again. I was upset that Caleb didn't recognize me. I never did much as a kid because my housekeeper had her own family, and my parents were always busy. I spent my time reading a lot, playing by myself."

"You don't mind being this way a little longer? I can take you to the park for a little bit."

"Yeah . . . I'd like that . . . big brother," Tim smiled a little sheepishly. "I can't be with my sons or Sammie with the way I am now. Being with my brother is the next best thing. And I have to admit, I saw the look on your face. And I know you'd be disappointed."

Dick smiled back and hugged Tim. "You're the best."

Tim finished his milk and cookies. "Hey, these cookies we did together are really great. Maybe next time I can mix the ingredients and you can read the recipe."

"Sure! We can make cookies for our movie day."

"Hmm we should make a bunch of snacks for then as well. Enough for the whole day."

"That's a great idea," Disk said. "We can decide on what snacks later. Let's go to the park tomorrow. I have another idea for tonight."

Dick led Tim to the game room, a separate room not far from the media room. The game room wasn't used much these days, but as the children grew Dick was sure they would be discovering that room soon enough.

"I don't think I've been in this room before," Tim stated.

"My Aunt Harriet set it up for Bruce and me to be able to relax." It was the way Dick said the words that got Tim's attention.

"Did she know your secret?"

"Actually, she did," Dick said. "She left Bruce and I a letter. We found it after she died. She was one smart lady. She once helped with solving a crime."

"Really, I didn't know," Tim said. "You miss her."

"Yeah, she made it interesting to say the least. So, what do you want to play with?"

'What's that in the corner?" Tim pointed to a large object that was draped in cloth and pushed off to the side. It almost took up one wall.

Dick went over and removed the cloth. "A slot car racer. You want to play?"

"Yeah, I've never used one of those before."

"Then let's play."

Tim and Dick played for a couple of hours. Dick noticed Tim was starting to fade, but there was a smile on his face, which told him that Tim had enjoyed himself the whole time. Dick put the slot car away, and picked up Tim. He carried him to his room and changed him into the onsie that Tim had worn for his nap. He then tucked him in bed and went to spend time with his daughter before going on another patrol. Tomorrow was another day, and he was looking forward to spending that time with Timmy at the park.

Continues with Part 11: A Day in the Park Turns to Terror