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?

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

Breakfast was a strange affair. Tim spent a little time feeding his children. It was odd giving his children each a bottle. Tim noticed for the first time how much his children had grown. His lap was too small to hold his children, but he could still sit with them to feed them. He felt a little more content today, since him and Dick made plans to spend the day together at the park. After his children were fed and he spent a little time playing with them in the nursery, Tim went down to breakfast. Dick was already up with Damian. They were chatting about something and when Tim entered, Damian went silent. Tim noticed he picked up his plate and took it to the sink and left.

'What's wrong with Damian?'

"Here you go," Dick said. "Got you a seat right here." Dick patted the seat next to him where there was a booster seat. Tim was glad it wasn't a highchair.

Tim climbed up to sit next to Dick and Alfred gave him a small plate of food.

"Shouldn't you be in a highchair, young man?" Alfred pointed out.

"Aww come on Alfred," Tim said. "I'm not that young."

"The booster seat will do for now," Dick said. "We're heading to the park after breakfast."

After they had their food, Dick carried Tim to the garage.

"Am I going to have to be in a car seat?" Tim asked.

"Yes, you are," Dick replied, as he picked up Tim and walked with him to the garage. "I think we have one in the garage you can fit into."

"Crap. Just don't put me in a stroller."

"Language, Timmy," Dick teased. "Don't worry, I won't, but I'll put one in the trunk just in case."

Tim didn't comment. There was only so much a guy could take being embarrassed by his big brother. "Okay. Which car is it?" Tim asked as they entered the garage.

"Hmmm? Let's take the Lexus, the red one. Fashionable and safe."

"Oh, really low-key brother. What if a socialite wants to go for a ride?"

Dick smiled. "Well, I have to get back on the horse at some point after Babs."

Dick grabbed the key off the rack and opened the car doors. Tim waited until Dick had grabbed the carseat and strapped it in place, making sure it was secure. Tim climbed into the back seat and into the car seat. Dick made sure Tim was secure in the seat and Tim could tell Dick was enjoying every minute of it. Once Tim was buckled in, Dick climbed into the driver's seat.

"I'll take you to the park down the street from Damian's school. There's alot of jungle gym equipment there, so that means more to do."

"Great! I could use the exercise. Need to practice anyway."

Dick turned on the radio to one of the alternative rock stations and drove to one of the nearby suburbs not far from the Manor. They didn't have to enter the city that way. It was cute hearing Tim sing one of the songs that he knew. Tim's voice sounded angelic. Dick pulled up to the park and went to park the car in the lot. He noticed there were a couple of kids with their parents. There was also a van parked on the otherside of the park, but Dick didn't pay it any attention. He got out and went to get Tim.

Tim stared with wide eyes. 'So, this is what the park looks like when there were kids playing. I've gone through various parks on patrol, but never stopped to think about what went on. When we lived in Gotham Heights there weren't that many parks and there were more older people. If there had been kids my age, you didn't see them.' Tim felt a little pang in his chest, realizing how much he missed out on just being able to play. 'Can we go over there? Tim pointed toward the large jungle gym.

"Of course," Dick said as he placed Tim on the ground. He watched as Tim's little body ran over to the jungle gym.

Running up to the jungle gym, Tim immediately started climbing, reaching for the bars. They were a bit of a stretch, but what he couldn't reach, Tim tried to jump up to grab the next bar. A couple of times he missed and ended up grabbing onto a lower bar. It reminded him that he was in a body that was four years old, not seventeen, but that didn't stop him.

"Hey, hey be careful," Dick called out. "I don't want you falling off." Dick moved closer so he could keep a better eye on his little brother. Dick could also sense the Talon in the back of his mind. He silenced him for the moment.

"You should tell your son not to climb so high," a woman called out. "He could fall and get hurt. That old jungle gym should be replaced. I will not let my child climb on it."

Dick looked at the jungle gym. It didn't seem that old.

"Frățiorule, fii atent," Dick called out in Romani.

"Awww," Tim sounding disappointed and picking up on Dick's cues. "I just want to see what it looks like at the top."

„Da, dar nu vreau să cazi."

"Okay." Tim started climbing down when I slipped. Despite his small size, he grabbed a bar at the last minute. "Help! I'm scared! Tim called out. /Not really brother . . . It will make her feel better./

"I'm coming. Hold on," Dick went over and reached up to Tim. "Come, fall into my arms."

"You promise to catch me?"

"Yes, I promise to catch you." Dick urged him on with his hands.

"Okay. Tim dropped down and Dick caught him perfectly and Tim gave Dick a hug around his neck.

A second woman approached. "Awww . . . I saw what you did. You must be very proud of him. How old is he?"

"He's four," Dick answered. Tim still hugging him to pretend to be shy, so, Dick hugged him back. "He's a little shy of people he doesn't know."

"Can I go over to the swings."

"Yes, go ahead," Dick put Tim down and he raced to the swings that were in front of them. Dick stayed with the two women.

Tim went over to the swings, but something caught his eye. He didn't like what was going on. There was a man watching the playground near a black van.

Dick was watching Tim then he noticed a girl with blonde curly pigtails came over and sat down on the swing next to Tim. From that distance he could see she was wearing diamond earrings, shining in the sunlight. He recognized her as Mr. Finster's daughter. He was one of the wealthy people in Gotham.

Tim was keeping an eye on the man near the van when a girl sat down next to him. He couldn't help but notice she was pretty. That was when Tim noticed his wedding ring was missing. It must have fallen off when he was turned into a four-year-old child. The girl gave him a smile.

"Hi! I'm Christina, what's your name?"

"Um . . . Timmy," Tim had to play along once more. He wasn't able to alert Dick about the guy in the van.

"Hi Timmy! Wanna play with me?"

"Um, Sure," Tim was certain that Sammie wouldn't mind. She was just a child after all, and he was really seventeen and married. To tell this girl the truth would confuse her. She could even take it as rejection without understanding why. It was better to play at being a four-year-old kid than to hurt someone's feelings right now. "Where to?"

"Let's go play on the slide!" Christina said. "I can be the princess and you be the prince!" Christina grabbed Timmy's hand and dragged him to the slide.

"Oh boy, what am I supposed to do?" Timmy asked. 'I know a real princess, but I don't know how to be a prince. I didn't even play one in a high school play.'

"On second thought, how about I be the prince and you be the princess! I want to save you. We're gonna get married." Christina pushed her princess towards the top of the slide as if it was the tower. "You gotta get up there!"

"I . . . Be the prince . . . . So, the slide is the tower? It looks high. Why don't we use that over there," Tim pointed to a modern day looking playground equipment. "It looks like a castle." It was further away. Tim thought he could keep an eye on her. Besides, it did look a lot more like a castle. After what happened at the old jungle gym, Tim did not want to climb a tall metal slide.

"Okay Princess!" Christina emphasized the last word, making it clear who was the prince and who was the princess. "We should fight monsters that are trying to take you. They like to take the princess away."

Dick watched from a distance as Tim made friends with Mr. Finster's daughter. She kept calling him princess. He couldn't wait to tell Sammie about Tim's little "playdate" adventure.

Tim decided to accept his role graciously. A real little boy might argue the point, but Tim was seventeen. Besides, it could give him practice when he might play with his Nieces. "I should go over to the top, so I'm trapped in the castle?"

"Yes. Don't let the monsters get you. If they get too close just call for me." Christina went over where there were some trees and picked up a stick. "This is the sword Princess Timmy gave me! I shall protect her!"

Tim started to go over to the playground when he heard Christina scream. The man that he saw earlier was grabbing her and picking her up. "CHRISTINA! LET HER GO!" Tim rushed the man to tackle him, but he was grabbed by the collar.

"Let her go!" Tim tried punching at him, but his punching was ineffective in a four-year-old's body.

"Look what we have here?" The man said.

"Bring the boy, we can't have any lose ends."

"LET GO! HELP!"

"MOMMY!" Christina screamed.

Dick heard Tim screaming along with a little girl. Dick saw a man picking up the two children and running towards a black van. "TIMMY! TIMMY!" Dick ran for the van, but by the time he got there, the man had jmped in the van and it took off down the street.

Continues with Part 11: Kidnapped!