Chapter 55: Batman's Baby Boys

Bruce's POV

"Dick! Sit still! We do no push people down, Jason! Damian, do not throw that rattle again! Tim, don't cry, baby. Richard John Grayson-Wayne, get down from that ceiling this minute!"

A new villain had appeared in Gotham. We had been tracking him, when I had gotten separated from the boys. Next thing I know, Dick's about eight years old, Jason's about five or six, Tim's about two, and Damian's a baby! And I still haven't managed to capture the villain.

I am literally going crazy! Dick found his old Robin costume and is literally bouncing off of the ceiling. Jason just pushed Tim down, because Tim 'took' his teddy bear and won't leave him alone. And Damian won't stop throwing things from his high chair! And now, all four of them are crying. And of course, Alfred is in England!

"Don't cry boys." I said softly, while lifting Damian from the high chair and picking Tim up off of the floor. I took a seat on the couch and Dick and Jay climbed up beside me.

"I'm sorry for climbing the chandelier and breaking it, Daddy." Dick cried.

"It's okay, Dickie. Just don't do it anymore. Jason, tell Tim you're sorry for pushing him."

"Sorry, I didn't mean too." Jason replied as Tim nodded at him, only to have Damian throw his baby rattle and hit Tim in the head.

"Don't hit Timmy!" Jason yelled at Damian, who immediately started crying, as he reached for Tim.

"Don't yell at Damian!" Dick screamed at Jason, who started to cry into Tim's shoulder.

"Enough!" I yelled as they all started crying. Damn.

"I think it's time we all had a nap."

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Jason's POV

I looked over at Daddy who had Damian and Tim in each of his arms. They were all sleeping soundly. I turned over and poked Dickie, who was beside me.

"Psst. Are you asleep?" I whispered.

"No, I'm not tired." He replied, rolling over to face me.

"Dickie, let's go outside and play."

"No, Daddy will get mad if we go without permission." He replied.

"Please, we'll be back before they wake up."

Silently, Dickie and I slid off of Bruce's bed and crept downstairs and outside.

"Let's go play in the treehouse!" Dick suggested.

I followed him, stopping when a mud hole caught my eye.

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Bruce's POV

I opened my eyes and smiled as I saw Damian sleeping soundly while sucking on the ear of his stuffed kitty. I glanced over to Tim. He was gone! Jason and Dick were gone!

I relaxed slightly when I saw Tim standing on his toes, craning his neck trying to peer out of the window. "Tim, what are you doing?" I called out softly.

He looked up at me and pointed out of the window. Picking Damian up, I walked over to the window. He had been watching Jason and Dick throw mud at each other.

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"Richard John Grayson-Wayne! Jason Peter Todd-Wayne! Come here now!" I yelled as a ball of mud came into contact with my suit.

They swapped glances of horror before taking off into the house. Oh God! My house!

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I looked down at Damian as his small hand grasped my finger. Strong grip. Why couldn't Talia have given him to at this age? I took a seat in my chair with Damian in my arms and reached for his bottle.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Can I feed Damian! Huh! Can I!" Dick shouted, while bouncing as Damian gave him an irritated look.

"Dick! Stop shouting and bouncing!" I ordered as he stood somewhat still.

"Can I?" he asked, looking down at Damian.

I stood up. "Fine. But, get in the chair. I don't want you to drop him." I ordered as Dick climbed into the chair and held his small arms out to Damian.

I rolled my eyes before placing Damian in his arms before smiling. That is somewhat cute.

"Daddy! Daddy! I'm hungry!" Jason shouted, while pulling on my arm.

"We just ate."

"But, your cooking sucks!" he whined.

"Watch your mouth!" I warned as he glared at me.

Soon, I felt tiny arms wrap around my leg. I looked down to Tim reaching his arms out to me, only to quickly withdraw them in hesitation. I bent down and collected him into my arms before shifting him onto my left hip and holding him with one arm. His big, baby blue eyes looked up at me in wonder and amazement since I had actually bothered to pay him attention. Tim hasn't uttered a single word yet. So quiet, so sweet; why can't they all be like him?

"I want ice-cream!" Jason shouted.

"No. You're grounded." I replied as I took Damian from Dick.

"Why!" Jason screamed.

"Because, you and Dick were outside without permission playing in the mud. And you and Dick have broken two chandeliers, curtains, my piano, numerous vases, you both have mud everywhere in the house, and only God knows how the two of you managed to take my car on a joyride."

"But-"

"No buts. Besides, it's bath time and then bed time."

"No!" Dick and Jason screamed as they took off running.

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Tim started to giggle as I massaged shampoo into his dark hair as Damian shot a glare at him. Maybe it was a mistake to bathe the two of them together in my tub. Next thing I know, Damian hit Tim with his rubber duck and Tim started to cry… Where did he even get that duck from?

"Damian, do not throw things at Tim!" I commanded as I wrapped my sniffling two year old in a towel and pulled him from the tub before setting him down and reaching for Damian.

I got Damian dried off and into his footie pajamas before drying Tim off and helping him into his footie pajamas. I carried Damian over to his crib that I had to drag out of the attic as Tim toddled behind us. I laid Damian down for the night before picking Tim up as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Story time! Story time!" Dick and Jason screamed as they entered my room, both clad in their pajamas.

"Alright. One story then bed."

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After they had all fallen asleep, I turned the news on. I was shocked to find that nearly half the city had been turned into children. This has gone on long enough. But, I can't leave the boys home alone. Damn. If only Alfred was here to babysit… babysit? Hmm…

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Dick's POV

Jason and I peered into the Batcave to find Daddy holding Timmy and talking to Uncle Clark, Uncle Barry, Uncle Oliver, and Aunt Diana.

"Dickie, look. Daddy got his friends and a whore to come over." Jason whispered to me.

"Shhh, Jay. I'm trying to eavesdrop." I hissed.

"Dickie, do you think Daddy's going to leave us?" he whispered.

"No. He wouldn't leave us." I replied as he handed Timmy to Aunt Diana and headed towards the Batmobile. Immediately, Timmy started crying and squirming as he left.

"He just left." Jason whispered. "What if he doesn't come back?"

"He'll come back, besides I have a plan to make sure he does."

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Bruce's POV

Finally! I found the bastard who willingly handed over the antidote after I beat the Hell out of him. Now I can get some sleep. I pulled into the cave to find Diana on her hands and knees crawling on the floor trying to find something… or someone.

"Diana? What are you doing?" I asked, approaching her as she jumped up.

"Bruce! You're back! I… I… ah, well. I may have misplaced Timothy. He disappeared the moment you left."

"Tim." I called out, only to have little hands pulling on my cape seconds later. I bent down and picked him up as he clung to me. If you think about it, he always has been nervous around women.

"Thank the gods he's alright!" she exclaimed before reaching for him as he clung tighter to me.

"Diana, where are the others?" I asked, ignoring the fact that she wanted to hold my baby.

"I don't know. I spent all my time looking for him." she replied.

"We'd better look for them." I replied as we headed up the stairs, only to find Barry passed out on the floor.

"Barry, what happened?" I asked as he sat up slowly and latched onto my shirt.

"Bruce! I've been chasing Dick all night! I tried to put him in bed like you said, but he wanted to play tag! I have never had to run so fast in my life! I'm going home." he replied before standing up and heading for the cave as Diana followed him.

I found Dick and Jason sitting on the couch watching Scooby Doo and eating ice-cream with Oliver lying on the floor… asleep?

"Richard. Jason. What did you do?" I growled as they shrunk into the couch.

"He may have accidently gotten ahold of some sleeping mist." Jason whispered.

"Go get the antidote." I ordered as they jumped off of the couch and ran for the cave.

Now, where's Clark? I climbed the stairs and found Clark lying on the floor with a piece of kryptonite on his chest. How in the Hell did Damian get kryptonite!

"Clark, get off my floor." I growled, removing the kryptonite.

"Bbruce?" he whispered as I rolled my eyes and picked Damian up.

"What?"

"Your son is a demon."

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I brought the four of them down to the cave and prepared the antidote. I turned to find all four of them asleep on the examination table. I looked down at their angelic expressions. Dick opened his eyes slightly and reached his arms out to me.

"Daddy." He whispered as I pulled him from my pile of snuggling Robins.

"Go back to sleep, Chum." I whispered as he laid his head down in the crook of my neck and yawned.

Maybe I should wait, until tomorrow to change them back. Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow.