Barbara Gordon went into the kitchen at Wayne Manor to prepare a meal for her Batfamily comrades who were turned into children by Mad Hatter. She still couldn't believe it. And on top of that, the fridge was stocked to the brim with pre-packaged protein filled meals of grilled chicken and vegetables. Alfred must've kept his stash elsewhere from prying hands. Smart as the only other thing was a bag of Chinese leftovers with "Do not take under penalty of death" written in Jason's handwriting. She warmed up some chicken wings and lo mein and brought them out to the dining table. With only alcohol and health obsessed drinks, the kids would have to suffice with water.

The eight year olds were in their own little world. Stephie was dragging Timothy by the hand as if they were playing house. Timothy was still lazily rubbing at his teary eyes. Cassie held onto the boy's other hand, refusing to let go. Dicky and Jason were arguing at the table while Barbara served the food. She then turned her attention to the Mad Hatter's opened gift box sitting at the end of the table. It was a tea cup with a tea bag inside and a piece of cake on a plate.

"So," she said. "How did this trap get unleashed inside the house?"

Dicky and Jason glared at each other and began yelling. "He wanted to see" "He said it" "was inside!" "Okay!" "Not my" "I didn't!" "No no no!" "Yes you did!"

Barbara thought about whether she should just dispose of it and whatever poison it must be releasing into the air. Or better yet she might bring it down to the lab and synthesize a cure, if Bruce didn't already have one. She packed it all back in the box, when a loud BOOM! rang out from the upper level of the Manor. The kids all braced themselves in fear.

"What was that you were saying about monsters?"

"It's a giant monster with huge teeth," Stephie yelped.

"We went exploring after this happened to us," Dicky explained. "We heard these loud noises coming from upstairs. Like loud steps. And we were still kinda big but shrinking. We almost got close but then we had to run away. None of us really saw it, but it sounded huge."

"I saw it," Stephie insisted proudly.

Jason teased her. "Did not."

"Did too!"

"You ran away first."

"No I didn't!"

The two glared at each other. Barbara reached a hand to her temple, a tick when she was thinking, and noticed something strange. A pimple. It's not that her skin was unblemished, but she hadn't had bad acne since she was a teenager. She reached into her jacket pocket to use her phone as a mirror, only to be tangled up in an extra long sleeve. She took off her jacket startled. She was starting to shrink. By the time she turned 17 she had maxed out her height at 5'7. The potion was operating fast at only a few minutes. She had to counteract.

"C'mon kids, eat up. We've got a mystery to solve."

Barbara was in need of a weapon. She went into the kitchen to assemble an arsenal of knives. The moment hung heavy on her shoulders. She was younger again. A time when she was at a crossroads in her life. High school going on college. Her divorced father dating again. All the weird mental ticks that would cause a young girl to put on a Batman cosplay and run around rooftops fighting crime. Insecure. Panicking. She thought about calling someone to help, but something about her newly teenage mind could do nothing by worry. The kids screaming brought her back to reality.

When she ran out to the dining room, the first thing she saw were the kids running towards her and the kitchen door. Having broken up the door to the hallway, there stood a hulking, over 6 foot rabbit-man. White fur. Bulging muscles. Long, hanging ears. Red eyes. It appeared to be some sasquatch creature, a lean possible metahuman with its arms limp at its side. But it was most certainly supposed to be a rabbit.

Barbara threw a steak knife at it. The rabbit-man dodged with great speed. And it screeched. It pounced forward on all four. Barbara was only concerned with shielding the children behind her. The creature grabbed the box of Mad Hatter's items and fled the room just as urgently. All was quiet for a moment before Timothy started crying.

"What the hell was that?" Jason said.

"You said a bad word," Stephie told him.

Cassie patted Timothy on the head.

Dicky turned to Barbara. "What do we . . . do now?"

Dicky had become flustered and blushed when he saw that Barbara's sweated had slipped, revealing her bare shoulder. She had shrunk again. She felt her glasses go crooked on her face. Her hair was shoulder length again. She must be 12 years old.

"I don't know." Her voice cracked in that 8th grade kind of way. Yup, definitely 12. "I think we should, um . . . follow it? Or go to the Batcave. Yeah. Go to the Batcave sounds like a good idea. I think."

Dicky, 11 years old and just about her height, looked Barbara in the freckles. "I think so too."

The kids packed up on their kitchen utensil weapons. Knives for Babs. A frying pan for Dicky. A broken beer bottle for Jason. A broom for Stephie. A rolling pin for Cassie. And Timothy with a glass of water. They were hesitant to approach the busted down door, slowly inching towards it. That's when Damian Wayne walked into the room. He surveyed the scene of his Batfamily comrades having turned into small children, folded his arms, and he nodded his head. 13 years old, at 5 foot 4 inches tall, Damian was the tallest person in the room.

"This pleases me."

Richard John Grayson

Codename: Nightwing

Equipment: Escrima Sticks

Birthday: April 4th, 25 years old

Height" 6'0