When Dick started stirring, Cass was ready. She had already gotten Jason, Duke, Tim, and Damian all through the initial alarm of waking up as a kid, and before that, when Jason and Duke had each woken up, she had gotten them to join her, and even before that, she had pulled the ones she could lift (Tim, Dick, and Damian) together into a circle with her. So when Dick's face scrunched up that tiny bit, then relaxed intentionally, Cass was watching.

"Dick," Cass said, knowing him and knowing he would try to seem like he was still out just in case something was going on that he needed to know before waking up, like being captured by a villain or something. "Dick, it's okay."

Dick's eyes cracked open and he looked right at her. His face scrunched up fully this time. Dick opened his eyes all the way and sat up in his way-too-clothes, looking around. "What happened to-"

"The event got attacked by a villain," Jason interrupted grumpily before Cass could intervene, kicking at Dick's leg. "And then you took the longest to wake up, so-"

"What? Who are- I-" Dick began in bewilderment.

"Dick," Cass said. "It's us. I'm Cass."

Dick blinked at her, then looked around at the other kids gathered around, then looked down at himself. He plucked up a handful of his clothes, which now seemed incredibly large, and let it fall. He looked up again. "Huh. So… We're kids?"

"Bunch of useless children," Jason muttered. "Can't do anything. Won't even let us leave, completely stupid-"

"That's Jason," Dick said immediately, pointing at him.

Jason stuck his tongue out at Dick, then he reeled his tongue back into his mouth very quickly.

Cass laughed. From reading his body language, she knew how much Jason had done that on pure instinct and just how shocked Jason was to have done so.

Dick snorted. "Real excited about this, aren't you, Jay?"

"No," Jason said crossly.

"Look on the bright side," Tim piped up, still laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling in boredom as they waited. "You're the oldest brother right now, Jason."

"Yeah, like that's a real consolation," Jason said. "I'm maybe ten, eleven at most. Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Better than Damian," Tim said.

Damian scowled fiercely and sat up straighter, clearly hoping to look intimidating. But with as round as his face was and as small as his body was, it didn't work at all. "Watch your words, Drake, or I will-"

"You'll what?" Tim asked, amused. "You'll smack me with your pudgy little toddler hands? Smack me in the knee, because that's probably all you'll be able to reach?"

"You're laying down," Duke pointed out to defend Damian. "He could probably reach all of you."

"Like I'd let him," Tim said. "He's a toddler."

"I am at least two!" Damian protested. "I can walk, I would not toddle!"

"Two is still very much a toddler," Tim said.

Damian scowled even more fiercely. "Then I'm at least three."

"You don't know that," Duke said, smirking and switching sides in the argument. "They haven't figured out how to tell how old we all are yet. You might just be two."

Damian flailed his arms out to his sides. "I am not!"

"It's not a big deal, Damian," Dick said, finally losing most of that bewildered look on his face even though the slope of his shoulders said he was still pretty confused. "We're all kids right now. It doesn't matter how old you are."

"It matters!" Damian protested.

"Why?" Dick asked. "I don't really care how old I am."

Damian sputtered for a moment. "Drake is taller than you!"

"Yeah, and way taller than you," Tim said, not helping.

"I don't mind," Dick said quickly before Damian could take too much offense to Tim's comment. "It's not like we got to choose how old we turned into."

"I would not have chosen to be this small," Damian said.

"None of us would've," Dick said agreeably, looking down at himself. "I think I'm… Eight? Seven, maybe? Probably younger, even."

"I would've guessed five," Duke said. "You're pretty tiny, and-"

"Why is this taking so long?" Damian cried out, cutting Duke off.

"Waiting?" Dick asked.

"Yes!" Damian said. "We have been in here for hours!"

"Uh. No?" Duke said.

"Yes," Damian said petulantly, and he pointed at a clock hanging over a nearby door. "See? Almost four hours."

Duke paused for a second. "Damian, you only woke up about fifteen minutes ago."

"No," Damian said. "The hand went from near the bottom to close to the top."

"Yeah, the minute hand," Duke said slowly. "From after the 7 to before the 10."

Damian squinted at Duke, then at the clock.

Tim gasped, half shocked, half overjoyed. "Oh man. Damian's become so little, he's forgotten how to tell time or read a clock."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, soaking that in. Then Damian gave a screech of rage and flung himself at Tim. Chaos ruled in their little circle for a few minutes, and by the time everything settled down, Cass had long since noticed the numerous new presences in the room. She waited until her siblings were mostly under control, then she turned and pointed at the social worker who was hesitantly hovering nearby. "Come on."

The social worker startled, like she hadn't expected to be noticed, but then she stepped closer. "Hi there. You're the Waynes, then?"

"No," Jason said bluntly.

The social worker paused, eyes darting between the six small faces in front of her. The tilt of her mouth showed clear confusion.

"Yes," Cass corrected. "That's us."

The social worker nodded, relief in the shine of her eyes and the looseness of her hands around a clipboard. "Okay, good. Well, we've contacted Wayne Manor, and it says here that a Mr. Alfred Pennyworth answered and got the message through to Mr. Wayne to come here. Does that sound accurate?"

"Pretty good," Dick said, craning his neck as he looked around the room with hope, only for his shoulders to slump in disappointment at a clear lack of Bruce. "So is he here?"

Jason shook his head. "No way is he already here."

"That would be correct," the social worker said. "Mr. Wayne and most of the other notified guardians are all still on their way, we presume, but while you all wait, we've wrangled up some changes of clothes for everybody if you'd like."

"Wait, guardians?" Dick asked in confusion.

The social worker nodded. "With the largely unknown effects of this… Incident, we've been collaborating with the police force and with Batman to determine how to move forward. It's set that all of the affected persons will need to be under guardianship until the effects wear off or a cure is found for their childhood states."

"Well, if Batman's helped determine that, then whoopee," Jason muttered. "I'm sure that'll go just great."

"Would you like those changes of clothes?" The social worker asked.

"We are perfectly fine as we are," Damian said haughtily and wrinkled his nose. He stood up, took a step, immediately tripped over his own too-long pant legs, and fell face-first into Dick's shoulder.

Dick steadied Damian's small body, or at least he tried, but Dick's own body was too small and the both of them started to topple over.

Simultaneously, Cass and Jason reached out and propped Dick and Damian back up.

"A change of clothes would be great," Dick said without missing a beat.

The social worker smiled and left. Within a few minutes, several piles of neatly-folded clothing were delivered, and Cass thought for a moment, then motioned to Damian. "Go get changed."

"You are not in charge here," Damian said, but he picked up a small shirt and an even smaller pair of underwear, wrinkling his nose more all the while. Then he tried to pick up a pair of pants and promptly fumbled everything he was holding.

"Need some help carrying stuff?" Dick offered, popping up off of the floor.

Damian shot him a scowl. "Even if I did require help, I would doubt you would be able to offer much. Your arms are not that much larger than mine."

"I got you," Jason said, scooping up all of the things Damian had grabbed plus some socks and shoes. "Let's go, gremlin."

Damian huffed, but he followed Jason to the restroom.

"Pick out your clothes," Cass suggested to Dick.

Dick nodded, already sifting through the piles and making somewhat of a mess of them.

"We can too," Duke offered, tugging Tim over to the clothes.

By the time Damian and Jason came back with Damian's old clothes bundled in Jason's arms, Dick and Duke had both found clothes that suited them, so Cass suggested they head off to get changed.

Duke returned after several minutes in new clothes, grinning. "Guess what?"

"What?" Cass asked, smiling back at the mischief in that grin.

"I think most kids learn how to tie their shoes at about, uh, age six, or maybe seven, right?" Duke asked.

Cass shrugged. "Wouldn't know."

"I think so," Tim volunteered, still looking through the clothes piles and swatting away the balled-up socks Jason and Damian were occasionally throwing at him.

"Then I think Dick is five or six," Duke said, his grin widening. "He's been trying to tie his shoelaces almost this entire time."

Jason cackled. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Duke confirmed.

Gathering up her new clothes, Cass stood. "I will go."

She found the single-person stalls and listened outside the closest one. No noises came from within there, so she listened outside the next one to hear a small voice.

"-Something with bunny ears? Bunny feet? This shouldn't be this hard," the voice said with frustration.

Cass knocked on that door. "Dick?"

"Cass, hey," Dick said, his voice quickly converting from frustration to cheerfulness. Even without seeing his body language to back her up, Cass didn't believe him. Dick continued, forcing perkiness into his voice, "I'm good, I'm just-"

"Not tying your shoes," Cass said.

Dick was silent.

"It's okay," Cass said. "Want help?"

"No," Dick said immediately.

Cass thought for a second. "Need help?"

Dick paused, then he admitted, "Yes."

Cass knocked again.

Some shuffling sounded from the other side of the door, then the door opened and Dick stepped out, dressed except for the two shoes he carried in his arms.

Cass looked down at the top of his head in awe. He was so much smaller than her. She bet she could carry him on her hip with just one arm slung around him. She also bet he would really not appreciate that at that very moment.

Dick looked up from poking at his tangled shoelaces with a pout. "I don't know why this is so hard."

"You are a kid," Cass reminded him. She took the two shoes from him and knelt on the floor in front of him. Untangling the knots took a minute, but she got them eventually. "Give me a foot?"

"Don't people usually say 'give me a hand?'" Dick joked.

"Foot," Cass said, nudging his left foot with her knee.

Dick obediently lifted his left foot slightly off the ground and slid it into the shoe Cass offered him.

Cass made quick work of the knot, then nudged Dick's other foot, slid that shoe on, and tied that knot as well. She sat back on her heels. "Good?"

"Good," Dick agreed. He flashed her a shiny grin that didn't cover the tension in his cheeks and eyes.

"Okay if you're not good," Cass said.

Dick sighed. "It's fine for now."

"For now," Cass said. "But later?"

"Maybe later we can talk," Dick agreed hesitantly, and he started walking back toward the main room.

Cass followed him.

As Dick and Cass turned into the main area and realized what was going on, they sped up in unison, but Dick's legs were half the size of Cass's legs, if even that, so she sped up more initially before realizing it, then she slowed down to keep pace with him. They returned to their siblings just as Tim seemed to finally snap.

"But I can't!" Tim yelled.

"You can," Duke encouraged.

"I can't," Tim repeated.

"You can too," Jason said boredly.

"No, I can't!" Tim said.

"Can too," Damian said smugly.

"Really," Tim whined. "I can't."

"Can't?" Cass asked.

Tim whirled around, on the verge of tears. "I can't wear them!"

"Them," Cass repeated, eyes going to the floor in front of Tim. A pair of innocent-looking pants splayed at his feet.

"You can't wear pants," Dick said, voice lifting in a half-question.

"I can't wear these pants," Tim said desperately. "They're scratchy!"

Jason snorted. "Right. They're scratchy."

"They are," Tim said.

"They're not that scratchy," Jason said, running a hand down one pant leg.

"Then you wear them," Tim said quickly. "I'll wear yours."

Jason laughed. "They wouldn't fit me. Those are for littler kids than me."

"Because you're just so big," Tim muttered.

"Find another," Cass encouraged.

"There isn't another pair," Tim said. "These are the only ones that come anywhere close to fitting me except for the ones Jason grabbed first."

"And I grabbed them first, so they're mine," Jason said. "Plus, they'd probably fall down on you. You're just too small. They wouldn't fit."

"They would too fit!" Tim protested.

Cass glanced between Tim's legs and the pants Jason was holding. "...No."

Tim slumped.

"Try them?" Cass encouraged.

"They probably won't be as bad as you think they will be," Dick pointed out.

Tim groaned, but he scooped the pants off of the floor, frowning down at them.

"Come on, Timberman, let's get changed," Jason said, grabbing Tim by the shoulder and bodily swinging him around toward the bathrooms.

"Don't take too long, I bet Bruce will be here soon!" Dick called after them. Then he paused and glanced over his shoulder, sudden disappointment etched into his frame.

Cass glanced too and saw the bat-ears of a certain cowl shrink back into the shadows outside one of the room's large windows.

"Or not soon," Dick mumbled.

Cass patted Dick on the back to comfort him. Then she patted him on the back again in awe at just how small he was. Her siblings were all so tiny now, and that was to Cass, who guessed she herself couldn't be more than thirteen years old. Her siblings and herself would look even tinier to an adult, she bet. How might Bruce see them?