A/N: Since it's a Holiday, everyone gets a special posting.

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 17: Big Brother Jason

Batman landed the bat jet back in its hanger. Red Hood was asleep beside him, so Batman carried him over to the medical bay to a gurney and spotted a four-year-old kid sleeping on the other gurney. Batman laid Red Hood down so he could examine the small boy. He had not seen that young face in so long. Jack and Janet Drake had been so proud of their son being a genius, even at age four. When Tim was four, they treated the boy as if he was five times his age and could take care of himself, which was probably their biggest mistake. It caused Tim to age a little more quickly than he should have. Batman spotted Dick sitting at the computer doing something. He looked like he was trying to decide something.

"Do I want to know what happened here, how Tim was changed into a four-year-old boy?" Batman questioned Dick.

Dick was checkin on the suitcase's tracking device. He was so wrapped up in his task Dick didn't even hear the jet come into the hanger. A familiar voice reached his ears and snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Batman. "Hey, Bats . . . uhm . . . that gun that you told me never to play with . . . It fell while Tim was going through the file cabinet . . . and well . . . Four-year-old Timmy."

"Damn, I totally forgot that gun was there," Batman admitted. "It was supposed to go into the Hall of Trophies and into a case. Not to be used unless absolutely necessary. Now, you can see why I did not want you playing with it. You were 11 when we acquired that from Hugo Strange."

"Well, that was careless of you," Dick teased. "Are you sure you're Batman? Batman never forgets."

"I had other thoughts on my mind. You became sick on that mission. I had to take care of you and I never got back to it."

"Mmm . . . now I remember." Dick pulled the tracker back up. The tracker showed that the suitcase was stopped at a large apartment complex. Dick checked the name of the complex. 'Oh . . . so those two are going to get a condo together? Peachy . . . Even more of a reason to kick their ass. I should just go and get them myself if I don't hear from Uncle Clark soon.'

"What are you tracking?"

"Two numb nuts who kidnapped Tim and the Finster's child. They're in metropolis. I should get going before they start blowing that money."

"Better alert Clark if you do," Batman stated. "He can be just as territorial about Metropolis as I am about Gotham. Red Hood and I dropped off Chester Falcone with Gordon. Turns out Chester belongs to the branch of Falcone's that never immigrated to the states, but they would travel. And they would operate outside the law in the way Chester did, using diplomatic immunity as a ploy, since Alfonzo Falcone was a diplomat."

"I've already left a message for Uncle Clark. Tim is going to be happy that you were able to catch him."

"I might be able to return the money Tim lost, but all Chester Falcone may receive is a slap on the wrist. His father is very influential."

"You'll find a way to get him," Dick said, as he walked over to the changing area to put on his uniform. At the same time, Dick messaged Uncle Clark this time about the two he would be snagging over in Metropolis. 'Finally,' Dick said to himself when his phone pinged. He looked at it and saw Clark's message.

#Clark# Two of Gotham's finer citizens? No problem. Say hello to Bruce for me and remind him of the JLA meeting coming up.

Dick texted him back. #Where were you?#

#Clark# Fortress. Kelex dampens outside communication.

#Dick# That would explain it.

#Clark# Go ahead to Metropolis. I'm kind of busy.

#Dick# Thanks.

#Clark# And tell Bruce I'm not as territorial as he thinks I am.

#Dick# You heard that?

#Clark# I hear everything.

Nightwing came out to find Batman still standing there. "Bats, Supes says hello and to remind you of that JLA meeting coming up." Nightwing went over and picked up a small screen with the tracker unit in it and attached it onto his gauntlet. "I will be taking the jet since I need to bring luggage back."

"Drop it off with Gordon," Batman said. "He'll know what to do with it. Did Mr. Finster file charges?"

"No, but I'll get him to. I'll have to go see him since I was a witness, along with Christina's nanny."

"How did it happen?"

"I'll tell you later," Nightwing said, evading the question. He never should have taken Tim to the park, but if he hadn't the Finster girl might not be alive today. Nightwing went over to the hangar and fired up the jet. After Nightwing left, Batman went over to the gurney to wake Red Hood. He needed changing out of his uniform.

"Hey, sleepy head . . ."

Red Hood grumbled in his sleep when he felt some one trying to wake him. ". . . no . . . Let me sleep."

"Come on. I need you to carry someone upstairs to bed while I fill out the report on Falcone."

Red Hood sat up, still tired. He was swaying a bit but started to wake up once his boot covered feet touched the ground. He was tired as hell, but he did need to change. Red Hood went and swapped out his uniform for a pair of sweats and a beater and came back out.

'Dad said I needed to carry someone up the stairs?'

Jason went back over to where he was standing and looked at the small body on the gurney. 'That sleeping face . . . That's Tim . . . He really was a four-year-old,' Jason thought to himself. "Wow . . . His face really hasn't changed at all."

"Not by much, maybe a few more angles and less baby fat," Batman observed. "Looks like Alfred pulled out some of my old clothes when I was his age to wear. I wonder if he pulled out that old-hooded onesie too."

"Onsie? I can't picture you wearing a onsie."

Batman coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

Jason gently touched Tim's cheek with the tips of my fingers. He had this feeling of just wanting to hold him. Jason reached down and picked him up and was surprised when Tim instantly curled into him. Jason gave a smile. 'That's freaking cute. Oh boy . . . Golden Boy is rubbing off on me. Or maybe it's because I have twins.'

" . . . Mmmm . . . Dick? . . . I'm not . . . Tired," Tim said in a sleepy voice.

"Sorry kiddo but I'm not him. And yeah you are tired. You're drooling on my shoulder."

Tim's eyes popped open and he pushed away to stare into Jason's face. "Jason?"

"The one and only."

Tim laid his head back on Jason's shoulder and yawned. "Oh good . . . That must . . . Mean Falcone's been caught."

"Yeah, we got'em for ya." Jason started to rub his back. 'He's so tiny for a four-year-old. . . . Tiny Tim . . . I think I just found a new name for him, once he gets turned back.' Jason smirked. 'He is going to be the shortest out of all of us. Even the demon spawn from hell is going to be taller then him.'

". . . Read to me . . ." Tim slipped back into that four-year-old world, relishing in the attention. He had to admit being a kid now compared to when he was an actual four-year-old felt much better. He had brothers that loved him. 'Well two of them at least.' Tim was torn between staying a kid for a little while and getting back to my old self. His son, Caleb, didn't know him, and that was reason enough to get back to his old self. It was too painful to be near him. And he missed being in Samantha's arms, the way she tasted when . . . No, he better not go there. Those weren't appropriate thoughts of a four-year-old. He also missed going on patrol, but for now, he was going to relish being a four-year-old until they could find a way to change him back.

"Okay," Jason agreed. He walked up stairs to the library and looked at all the children's books. "We have fairy tales. Grim's fairy tales. . . . hm . . . Robin Hood. There are not a lot of children books in here. We need to change that."

". . . Robin Hood."

Jason pulled the book off of the shelf and sat down on the sofa in the library. He put his legs up and rested Tim against him. He opened up the book and started to read to him. Tim was falling asleep and so was Jason. About six pages in Jason felt Tim get heavier. He closed the book and his eyes and went to sleep.

Alfred noticed a light was on in the library. He went to investigate and found Master Jason and Master Timothy asleep on the couch. He pulled a couple throws from the closet and draped them over the two sleeping forms. Alfred picked up the fallen book, placed a bookmark inside, and placed it on the table next to the sofa. He took advantage at that moment to get a picture.

'Master Timothy and Master Jason look so adorable," Alfred thought. 'I shall inform Ms Sasha where her husband is at the moment. I'm sure she'll understand.' He then turned out the light and let them sleep.

Continues with Part 17: Nightwing Rages