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 25: Bath Time Goes Wrong

Jason carried Tim with his frap, along with his bags full of clothing into the Manor from the garage. He set Tim down and carried the bags up to Tim''s room to sort them. He wanted to take Jaxon and Jaylyn's new clothes to his room. Tim was almost finished with his drink when Alfred spotted him.

"Master Timothy . . . What is that?" Alfred's arms were crossed.

"A frappaccino," Tim answered. "Jason gave it to me. For good behavior."

Alfred took what was left of Tim's drink from his hands.

"HEY!"

"You are too young to be ingesting such beverages," Alfed stated. "I shall speak to Master Jason about this later. You are getting a bath." Alfred picked up Timothy to carry him upstairs to his room.

"ALFRED, put me down! I'm not four years old!"

"In that body you are, and you need a bath. No argument."

Alfred entered Tim's room to see Jason sorting through the clothes he purchased for Tim. "Master Jason, you and I must have words about the drink you purchased for Master Timothy."

"Oh man, I think I'm in trouble," Jason said. "Look the drink doesn't even have coffee in it."

"But it does have a great deal of sugar, which is enough to cause a young body to be bouncing off the walls. Now, Master Timothy needs a bath."

"Well, I can't watch him, I just came up here with his new clothes. I need to take the clothes that I bought for Jax and Jaylyn into my room."

"I can take a shower," Tim tried to intervene.

"I think not. A boy of your size a bath would suffice." Alfred placed Master Timothy on the counter and ran the bath. "I shall ask Master Damian to supervise while I continue to speak to Master Jason. Alfred turned off the water when it reached the desired level. He then picked up Tim and placed him on the floor. "Now undress while I get Master Damian."

"Why can't Dick watch me?"

"Master Richard is spending the rest of his day with his daughter."

Tim conceded. "I can understand that." The thought of spending time with his own children did sound appealing. He could play with them, and that did sound like a fun time. Though he preferred showers, a bath really wasn't that bad an idea.

Alfred left Tim to undress and went to knock on Damian's door.

"Yeah?" Damian called from the other side of the door. He didn't feel like being bothered. He had started work on another drawing. This one was of Iris. He hadn't seen her in the three months that Dick Grayson had been missing. He could only text her, or video conference on his phone. He was hating being apart from her. He was wishing the summer would finally arrive."

"Master Damian, I need you to supervise Master Timothy while he takes a bath."

Damian rolled his eyes and went and opened the door. "Why can't Todd or Grayson do it?"

"Masster Richard is with his daughter. Master Jason is with his children and not available. Besides, he spent part of the day with Master Timothy, having gone shopping with him. Now, it is your turn."

Damian gave and irritated sigh. "What bathroom is he in?"

"He is in his own bathroom, waiting to climb in the tub."

"He can't climb in by himself?"

"It is not safe for a boy of four to do certain things himself," Alfred pointed out.

"I was climbing out a sand-filled hole, having been buried alive at his age."

"Master Damian, I do not want Master Timothy bathing alone. He may slip and hit his head. And I have other household chores I must see to."

"Oh, all right," Damian groused, sounding annoyed. 'I'll watch the thieving brother stealer,' though he didn't voice that thought.

Damian followed Alfred out of his room, then made his way over to Tim's room and into the bathroom. Tim was standing there, waiting to get in. Damian dropped the toilet lid and sat down on it. "So, you going to climb in or not."

"I take it the scowl on your face is saying you don't want to be here," Tim replied. "Great, I don't either." Tim finished undressing and waited. Damian just sat there, texting on his phone. "Look I really can't climb in on my own. I prefer showers, but Alfred won't let me." Tim waited for Damian to respond, but he seemed too wrapped up in his texting. "Forget it. I'll get a step stool."

Tim was about to walk out naked when Damian grabbed Tim and dropped him in the tub causing a big splash.

"How hard is it to get in the damn tub." Damian sat back down.

"If you noticed, I'm way shorter than you. I cannot get my legs over the tub's edge. My body is a FOUR year old. And what's eating you?"

"None of your concern, Drake," Damian growled out.

"I . . . Look I'm sorry about that crack, but you didn't have to drop me in the tub like that."

"-tt-" *Damian rolled his eyes.

Tim didn't like the vibes coming off of Damian. He tried to ignore it and changed the subject. "Could you hand me the soap and a washcloth, please."

Damian grabbed what ever he asked. He tossed the bottle of bodywash in front of Tim causing the water to splash in his face. The washcloth he tossed behind Tim's back.

Tim was realizing that Damian was really pissed. He might actually have done something to make Damian angry, but Tim couldn't conceive what that might be.

Tim put some body wash on his hands intent on rubbing it into the washcloth to wash his body. He tried to keep calm and asked, "Okay, what did I do wrong?"

"What do you think you did wrong, Drake!" Damian finally snapped. "MY BROTHER WON'T PAY ATTENTION TO ME BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU! It's always you! If it's not Haley it's YOU! If it's not eating or sleeping, IT'S YOU! If it has nothing to do with keeping himself alive, he's paying attention to YOU! I could go and commit suicide right fucking now and he wouldn't even care as long as YOU'RE alright!" Damian started to cry. "You took my brother from me. It's always about you." Damian ran out of the bathroom.

Damian's outburst shocked Tim. It wasn't like all this happened on purpose. "Damian, WAiT!"

Tim forgot all about the body wash that was on his hands. The bodywash coated the sides of the tub. He tried to climb out of the tub, swinging one leg over the edge, Tim lost his balance and slipped, hitting his head hard against the back of the tub. As Tim blacked out, he slipped under the water.

Continues with Part 26: A Pissed Off Wife