Not even five minutes later Dick had enough. And that was saying something. Oh, he was all for the affection. Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie even fulfilled the requirements within first thirty seconds. But the girls took all of that to the new level. They gushed over him, smothering him with hugs and kisses, ignoring his polite requests to cease and desist. When Alfred announced, that dinner is ready, Dick thought he had been saved. But his relief didn't last long. The girls surrounded him at the table, piling his plate with food cut into small pieces he didn't ask for and talking over him, making plans on how they were going to have so much fun with him after dinner.

Dick sighed and tried once more to protest their treatment of him, but was ignored. Taking advantage of that he slid under the table and crawled to the other side. He emerged between Tim and Jason and leaned against Red Hood's side in silent request for some kind of help. Jason glanced at him and stopped eating, shooting the girls a glare across the table. Not that it did anything good as they were still too busy to notice.

Jason stopped paying as much attention as he did before as he saw Dick positively glowing at the attention the women in their family bestowed upon him. He figured they fulfilled the conditions of the wish and thus Dick would be okay with them. Apparently he was wrong. Dick was upset. And Jason was slowly learning that an upset Dick was a more childish Dick, which led to overly emotional responses aka crying. He suspected that Dick's small body wasn't equipped to handle the stress of adult life and this was the only way for him to unwind. Still, it wasn't right to make him cry.

Jason swallowed the food already in his mouth and leaned down to Dick.

"Do you want to sit here?" he asked.

Dick nodded eagerly.

Jason scooted to the side slightly, careful to not to disturb Damian. Tim had already made some room as well and was pulling up an extra chair between them. Dick climbed onto it.

That the girls noticed.

"Aww," Stephanie pouted. "Jason, you already had him for a day, give him back."

"Dick is not a toy," Red Hood gritted out. "He doesn't appreciate being babied. He's an adult, not a child. He can do stuff by himself and make his own choices. I thought it was obvious when I said he was just miniaturized."

Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie looked properly chastised.

"Hand me his plate," Jason demanded.

Stephanie complied meekly. He took the plate and transferred whatever food there was onto his own. Why waste it? Jason could eat practically anything and that it was cut already was a bonus. He put the empty plate before Dick. Tim passed the kid the cutlery he took from Barbara.

"Alright?" he asked Dick.

Dick smiled and nodded.

"Thank you."

Jason nodded back, shoot the girls one last glare and went back to eating. Tim ruffled Dick's hair and did the same.

Red Hood really wanted to tell all went smoothly after that, but of course it didn't.

After dinner and cake and presents they relocated to the living room for some family time. In insight Jason should call them right after he found miniaturized Dick. Then they would have time to prepare more child appropriate catering. Jason stopped both Stephanie and Damian from accidentally giving Dick cake and candies with alcohol. Stopped Cassandra from not so accidentally giving him an actual alcohol. And was too late to stop Tim from sneaking Dick a coffee cake. After that one he gave up and joined Bruce sitting on the side watching them.

He sprawled on the armchair next to Bruce and closed his eyes with a sigh. He took a sip from his drink and frowned in disappointment as he wasn't met with a soothing burn of alcohol. It couldn't be helped, though. He needed to be able to drive home. There was no way in hell he was spending the night at the manor.

"So," the billionaire cleared his throat awkwardly.

Jason smirked. Bruce was still freaking out at Dick being in five years old body, avoiding him like the plague without making it look like he was actually avoiding him. It was as amusing to watch as the tightening of his jaw and tick of his eyebrow whenever he got a glimpse of the Superman's shirt Dick was wearing.

"How did this happen?" the Batman asked.

"I have no idea," Jason lied. He didn't even entertain the idea that he fooled the man, but Bruce didn't press for more. Still, he was feeling charitable so he added, "It's not something we should worry about, I promise."

"Very well," Bruce agreed.

The next few hours were spend in companionable silence between them in the otherwise noisy room or on some small talk when someone drifted over for a conversation. All in all it was pretty damn okay and Jason relaxed completely. He didn't even became alerted, when Dick climbed into his lap and latched onto his neck with a whine.

"What's wrong, Cutie Bird?" he asked lazily.

"Hurts," Dick complained.

"Where?" Jason questioned, having a pretty good idea where this was going.

"Stomach."

Jason chuckled.

"What did I tell you?" he teased.

"Not to eat all the sweets," Dick answered glumly.

"And?" Red Hood raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Not to come to you whining when I make myself sick," the kid recited even more sulkily.

Jason chuckled again.

"Sounds about right," he commented.

"Jaaay," Dick whined, clutching at Jason even tighter in desperation.

"Shush, you're okay, Dickie-Bird," Jason soothed and moved the kid onto his side, supporting him with his arm. The other hand he put on Dick's stomach.

"Where exactly does it hurt?" he asked.

Dick unclasped one of his own hands from around Jason's neck just for long enough to direct his hand a little lower. Red Hood started rubbing little circles in the area and after a few minutes Dick sighed in relief and relaxed. Jason crooned softly to him and kept rubbing his belly.

Without the birthday boy to instigate majority of the mess, the others started to wind down and gather around the trio. The conversation flowed easily, with a lot of good-natured teasing and laughter. Dick drowsed through most of it, but by the time Alfred came and turned on the news about a breakout from Arkham, he was alert and mostly fine.

Jason sighed. It was time to get back to work.