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 40: Reunited

"Master Richard . . . I found him . . . I found Master Timothy."

Dick almost dropped his phone. "Where . . . where did you find him? Is he okay?" Dick's heart was racing. He could sense Talon D awakening, and wanting to after the people who had his brother. 'If they've harmed him . . . ' Dick pushed Talon D back into the corner of his mind. 'Relax, I'm sure he's fine. Alfred wouldn't sound so upbeat if Tim wasn't.'

"Master Timothy is located at the Aspen House Towers. 4910 Winona Street, Apartment 1002."

"I'll be right over." Dick pressed Jason's number.

Jason's phone went off as he handed out another flier. He grabbed his phone after the third ring. "Hey . . ."

"Jay, Alfred found him." Dick gave Jason the location.

"Great, Damian and I will make our way over there. He's working the toy shop on Spruce."

"The toyshop?" Dick asked.

"I think he's got other ideas as well," Jason replied. "Something having to do with his niece and nephews."

"Alright. I'll meet you there."

"Did Al get ahold of Dad?"

"I don't know," Dick answered.

"Damn, I just spoke to him. I think he said his cell was running out of power. He went back to the car to charge it."

"I'll try to call him. You get Damian and head over to that spot."

"We'll do."

Dick hung up and pressed Dad's number. "Come on pops. Answer the phone."

Bruce just plugged in his phone when it rang. While his phone was charging, he pushed the button on the dash to switch the call to his carphone. "Dick, what is it?"

"Al found 'im."

"What? Repeat that. I didn't hear the last word."

"Al found Tim!" Dick shouted. He had a couple people stare at him as they passed by.

"Where are you?"

"Corner of 28th and Walnut. Right in front of that Bakery."

"Where is Alfred? What's the address?"

"4910 Winona Street," Dick repeated what Alfred had told home.

"You're closer. It's just a couple of blocks north of where you're at. Where are Jason and Damian?"

"Near the toystore around here I guess, I think it's a few more blocks away. There are a few smaller family businesses scattered around as you move away from the larger business district. They have apartments above the businesses. I'm just going to head over."

"Call Jason, tell him I'm on my way. I'll pick them up.*

"Alright. Will do." Dick hung up with Dad only to call Jason, again. 'Talk about phone tag.'

Jason's phone rang, again. "Yeah."

"Dad said he'll pick you and Damian up. Just hold on."

"Gotcha," Jason sanswered. "We'll wait. Meet you there."

Dick hung up with Jason and started over to the apartment. He was walking really fast, then ended up jogging. He was in full sprint down the street. He ran up into the apartment building, and instead of taking the elevator to the tenth floor, he took the stairs. Once he was on the coveted floor and entered the hallway, he looked for the right apartment number and knocked. He was still breathing hard, when a man answered the door.

"Hi . . . uhm . . . My brother . . . He's here? Timothy Wayne?"

"Yes, come in," Roger Miller answered. "I'm Roger Miller. He's this way."

Dick had caught his breath, but this was more of a feeling of anticipation. He followed the man down the hallway.

Roger led the twenty-something looking young man to hs son Peter's room . "He's in with Alfred? I believe that's his name."

"Yes, Alfred takes care of all of us. Thank you." Dick slowly opened the door and went into the room. He spotted a 17-year-old Tim lying on a bed that was almost too small for him. He looked exhausted and was starting to fall asleep. "Tim? Timmy . . ."

Tim turned his head. ". . . Dick . . ."

Alfred moved out of the way so the two brothers could reunite.

"Thank the higher heavens you're okay." Dick went over to the side of the bed and pulled Tim into an embrace. He thought he would never be able to hold Tim ever, again. "You scared me. You really did."

"I'm . . . Sorry . . . I just wanted to . . ." Tim realized they were not alone. "Oh . . . Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller, this is my brother . . . Dick."

Cynthia Miller looked at Dick. He and Tim looked a bit a-like. "Hello."

"Hi Mrs. Miller. I hope my brother was well behaved for you."

"Your brother was a sweetheart."

"They made me feel right at home," Tim yawned. 'Going through 13 years of growing pains was exhausting.'

Dick hugged Tim close. He had to get his hugs in before Jason, Damian and Bruce arrived. He didn't care that Tim was falling sleep. 'I know that he's safe and here in my arms. I don't want to let him go. At least Talon D could rest easy.'

Within five minutes, Tim was being pulled from his arms by 220 pounds of 'Brother.' He pushed Dick out of the way and hugged Tim tight.

"It's my turn, Golden Boy," Jason said.

Tim was shaken awake and recognized Jason's voice. "Um Jay . . . You're going to break my ribs."

"Shut up Tim and enjoy it."

Alfred moved to the doorway and saw Bruce along with Damian waiting their turn, though Damian held back. Both were a little more private in showing their emotions. Alfred observed, they were still pleased to see that Tim was safe, and the de-aging had actually worn off. It had taken almost ten days.

"Okay, Jason, let him go," Bruce chuckled. "He needs to breathe."

Tim saw Damian and Bruce near the door, but he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He gave out a long yawn. ". . . Just . . . give me . . . a moment . . ."

Damian held back. 'I really am scared. Tim probably still thinks I hate him. I don't. I feel terrible after what happened. He's my brother, too.' Damian ended up moving towards the wall more. He felt stupid for even yelling at him. After a few days of not knowing if he was alive or not, Damian wanted to punch himself in the face. 'Mom reminded me that Tim is my brother by putting that Life Book on my bed. I almost broke down and cried. I need to learn how to talk more instead of putting my emotions first'

"Holy shit," Jason said as he felt the temperature in Tim's body rise. "His body temperature just shot up."

"Master Jason, language."

"Happened . . . Before," Tim mumbled.

"Let me in there, Jason," Bruce said.

Jason moved out of the way so Bruce could get to Tim.

"You, said this happened before? When?"

"Couple hours ago."

"You've been lucky," Bruce pulled out a bottle and gave Tim two pills. "Here. These will help balance out your metabolism. Just chew them." Bruce helped Tim to take the pills, placing them in his mouth. 'Alfred helped me to develop them during my second year as Batman, the second time I had dealt with Hugo Strange and that de-aging gun. Damian had revealed about taking the jewel. I should have removed that jewel a long time ago.'

Within moments! the fever was gone, and Tim could breathe easily, and he no longer had the shakes, but was still feeling exhausted. When he could think clearly, Tim finally noticed Damian and reached toward him. ". . . Damian . . ."

Damian jumped at bit when he heard Tim's voice and saw Tim reaching out for him. As he walked slowly over, Damian could feel tears building up.

"Hey . . . There's not need for that . . . I'm not mad . . ." Tim could feel tears prickling at his eyes. "I had time to think when CPS had me for a week. You see, the three of us older brothers never had a chance to see each other grow up. Dick might have seen me a few times, but I was with my parents. I was two and a half the first time Dick and I met. I should not have remembered that event, but I did. You see when you came along, we're getting to see you grow up, not when you were smaller, but close enough. And with me having been de-aged, they just got carried away. You're still the youngest. Just because my body was a four-year-old, doesn't mean I was four years old. I'm still 17 inside . . . And boy am I glad I'm not young anymore. I'm still young, compared to Dad. I may have to wait twenty years to say that. I can see you grow up, along with my kids, and the others, and that's enough for me. You understand?'

Damian let the tears flow and quickly fell into Tim's arms. "I'm . . .*hic* I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to say those hurtful . . . *hic* . . . words." Damian started to cry harder. His shoulders were shaking, and he clamped onto Tim not wanting to let go. "I . . . I was being a brat . . . And I missed you."

"I . . . I missed you, too." Tim said, ruffling his hair and chuckling. They had come a long way from when they started out.

"Will you be ready to go home?" Bruce question. "Or do you want to stay here a little longer."

"Home . . . Please," Tim said. "Not that I don't like the Millers, they're good and kind, and took good care of me." Tim spied the twins faces hiding behind their father. "I got to have another family, even for a short while, but I want to see Sammie and my children, too." Tim yawned, again. "I could sleep for a week, but I think I need some clothes."

"Tim, we made you a painting. We hope you like it." Lisa was the bolder of the two. She walked over and held up the wide canvas.

"Oh . . . . Wow . . . It's beautiful . . . Look Damian . . . They like to paint and draw like you. are you two taking art classes? I didn't have a chance to ask that."

Cynthia went into the master bedroom and looked for a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

"You two like painting?" Damian asked, drying his eyes some what on Tim's skin.

"Yeah, we excel at it greatly," the twins said it together. "You do it, too?"

Damian nodded and marveled at the fact that they speak in great unison.

"We all go to a special art school. It's K through twelve, for the gifted."

Cynthia handed her husband a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt to give to Tim. She turned away so no one could see she was crying. She had fallen in love with Timmy as her new son, but now that son had suddenly grown into a young man who had not only a family of his own but was actually the son of Bruce Wayne and he had brothers. No wonder he didn't say anything at first. How could he explain the fact that he had been de-aged? No one would have believed him. She blew her nose into a handkerchief and went back to the kitchen.

"These should do nicely," Roger Miller stated, as he handed the clothes to Tim. Peter and Daniel had also gathered around their fater. "We should let him get changed."

Damian didn't want to let Tim go. He held onto him.

'I thought I was the overly clingy one when Tim got hurt,' Dick chuckled in his mind. 'Damian is about to sink his fingers into Tim's skin.'

"Um . . . . Damian . . . You can hug me on the way home," Tim said. "I better get dressed before I fall asleep, again.'

A pair of strong arms picked Damian up off of Tim. "No . . ."

"Come on Damian, time to let Tim get dressed," Bruce said. 'I haven't seen him this clingy in quite a while, not since I returned from the past actually.'

Damian watched as Tim got up to get dressed. He started to wiggle in his father's hold, but he just tightened it. Bruce whispered in his son's ear.

"You're behaving like a four-year-old. Settle down. Tim's not going anywhere."

"-tt-" Damian scoffed and stopped his struggling.

Dick and Jason made sure that Tim didn't fall over from exhaustion as he sat up to dress. Once he could sit up on his own, Dick and Jason moved to the door.

"We'll be right outside if you need us," Jason said.

Dick gave Tim a smile and they exited the room.

Tim uncovered himself then grabbed the sweatpants. He put them over his legs and as he stood up to pull them up, dizziness overcame him, and Tim fell to his knees onto the floor. "I should not have done that," Tim groaned.

Damian was finally able to get out of Father's grip by biting his arm.

"Oww! Damian. . . ," Bruce was surprised by Damian's reaction.

"You can't blame him. He's felt terrible all week, we all have."

Bruce sighed as Damian ran back to the room and found Tim sitting on the floor.

"I got up too fast," Tim said. "Could you help me back to the bed. Help me with my shirt.

Damian helped Tim up to the bed and helped Tim with his shirt.

"I'm ready to go home, but I'm too tired to move," Tim said as he flopped back on the bed.

"You can't fall asleep now. We have to go home." Damian pulled on Tim's arms.

"I don't . . . think I can walk . . . right now."

Dick came in to see Damian trying to get Tim up on his feet. "Lil D, I'll grab him." Dick pick up Tim and Tim snuggled into him, but Dick had another one trying to climb into his arms as well. "Dami . . . Dami you have to wait until we're in the car. What's gotten into you?"

Bruce was talking with the Millers. "Mr and Mrs a Miller, I want to thank you for this." He spotted Dick carrying Tim and Damian clinging to one of his arms. "I guess we owe you an explanation"

"No need Mr. Wayne," Alfred stated. "I explained about the accident at Wayne Technologies."

"Ah yes . . . . "

"No problem," Roger Miller stated. "Just tell Tim not to be a stranger. My children seemed to have taken a liking to him. In fact, we've all taken a liking to him. Don't forget the paintings my daughters . . ."

"I've got them," Jason said. "We'll make sure he comes and visits."

"CPS is supposed to come next week to check on Tim," Roger Miller stated. "What are we going to tell them?"

"Just tell them the truth. His family had been looking for him and they came and took him home. If they have a problem with it, I will make sure it's taken care of. We'll keep in touch. I know you work in the facilities department, and I hear you have some ideas. I want to hear them. I'll have my secretary call you." Bruce meant it as well. The Millers gave Tim a temporary home, and that meant a lot. "Come on boys, let's get Timothy home. And Mr. Miller, I'll be sure to talk to Mr. Fox on your behave. You probably saved my son's life."

Mr. Miller was speechless after that.

Dick said his goodbyes and they made their way out of the apartment and to the car. He was having a hard time getting in because Damian wouldn't let go.

"Take it easy Damian," Jason said as he placed the paintings in the trunk. "Tim's bigger now. You don't want to knock Dick over."

"Dammit, Damian. Jason, pick him up."

"Come here, Damian," Jason picked up Damian. "What's gotten into you? You can be close to Tim when we get him in the car. You're 12 years old and you're acting like your four."

Dick climbed into the car and placed Tim in the middle. He then sat on his left against the door so Tim could lean into him. Damian then sat next to Tim. And Jason on the other end. Bruce climbed in front with Alfred. Dick had a feeling when they got home, Talon was going to take them all to the nest and not let anyone out until Tim was fully recovered. Once they were back at the Manor, Talon D took over and carried Tim up to the nest just as Dick had predicted. He placed Tim in the middle of the bed. Damian laid down on his left coming in between Dick and Tim. Talon D climbed into to the bed with a sigh.

"I guess that leaves me the chair. None of us want to leave Tim alone."

"Jay . . . There's still more room.

"Okay . . . I'll take the other side. This has got to be the weirdest sleep over, but tell me why we didn't put him in with Sammie, she is his wife.

"Out of habit I guess, and Talon D wants him in the nest for now."

"On second thought, she can wait. I think if you were to move him, Damian will be clinging to him like glue." Jason didn't want to admit he wanted Tim close, too.

Dick looked down at Damian. 'Looks like he's forgiven me. And with Tim, he's finally seeing, I'm not his only older brother.' Dick closed his eyes and all four were asleep in minutes.

Bruce went into the nest and found all four of his boys sleeping together. He pulled up a chair and sat down. 'Looks like we're all not letting Tim out of our sights for now.'

"Master Bruce . . ."

"Shhhhh . . . ." Bruce nodded toward the four.

"I just wanted to inform you that Master Kent is on the JLA Emergency line."

"I'll take it later. Could you inform Samantha that her husband is back home. She'll be able to see him in the morning. I think three other birds don't want to let him go right now."

"Very good, Sir . . . and Goodnight."

Continues with Part 41