TO EVERYONE... I'm sorry, I thought I posted this the next day, but I didn't.
Also, Bruce's little spell gone wrong will cause him to change ages every few days raning from toddle to young adult and before he met any of his kids.
TO be warned it won't just be baby to adult Bruce but will vary. 8D
All three of the brothers stood around a table while Bruce, who was a little over a year old, sat in an old highchair they had dug out of the attic. Alfred had been in England seeing to a sick family member and had seen Bruce through Skype and had confirmed that it was indeed Bruce and he was maybe a little over a year.
The problem was that Alfred wasn't going to come home and take care of him. Instead he had given the others orders to take care of his sergeant son until which time he could come home. So, the three were stuck with Bruce and none of them could think of to come and take care of him.
"Alright, so we can handle this." Dick said cheerfully. "I mean, how hard can it be? Bruce hasn't done anything just sit there and it's only for like a week."
"You two handle this. I don't want anything to do with it." Jason said as he turned to leave when Tim grabbed his shirt. "Let go, Tim."
"You can't just leave him here. You need to help us." Tim said calmly. "He helps us when we needed him and now Bruce needs us."
Shaking the teen off Jason glared at him. "I ain't a babysitter. You two can handle this and you have the demon child to help you out."
"You can just leave."
"Watch me!"
"Hey, guys… where did Bruce go?" Dick said looked at the empty highchair.
They both turned around and saw that Bruce was gone! Gasping all three of them looked around confused and horrified before they all spread out looking for the mini Bruce all calling out. Dick was failing around screaming. Jason was angrily threatening and Tim was just hoping the child hadn't gotten anywhere hw could get hurt.
Damian was in his room string at his Father. Frowning he held up the baby turning it this way and that was he examined the other. Being ten Damian was be young his years but he also knew that he was genetically designed to look exactly like his Father.
There were no pictures of him as a baby or before he had come to live with his Father so he had be curious of what he had looked like so while the others were fighting he had gone in and stolen the baby and brought him back to his room.
How in the world was this little thing to become The Dark Knight known Batman? This smiling child who seemed to have drooling problem. Setting his Father down Damian continued to stare and watched as he crawled around the room playing with the sheets of his bed and laughing before the child crawled under the bed.
The door opened and Todd stuck his head in looking around. Damian said nothing and soon the pest left and he scowled. The idiot didn't even inquire if he had taken the child. Snorting Damian waited for the other to come back out but he didn't so Damian walked out of his room and spotted Drake roaming the halls.
"Drake, get Father out from under my bed."
"I knew you had something to do with this." Tim scowled at him. "Give Bruce to me."
"You will have to go get him." Damian said waving his hand off to the other. "Go on, Drake, you are more than capable to get him. After as you have not grown at all in the last two years."
Tim glared at Damian but choose not to give into the bait and got onto his hands and knees before peering under the bed. He soon found Bruce playing with some things under and bed and frowned. Everything under the bed had been gifts that others had given Damian. All from birthday to Christmas gifts.
"Why are all your presents under the bed?"
"Not all of them. My shelf over there is where I kept that which has value." Damian nodded to his shelf which had exactly ten gifts. "Besides I have no use for such things."
"You are so ungrateful." Tim grumbled before trying to call Bruce towards him. "Come on, Bruce, come let's go downstairs and get something sweet."
The baby Bruce made an amused noise before playing with some more things hitting them with his hand before moving to the next thing that was there. Bruce continued to play with a few things before Tim crawled under the bed and pulled the little child close before backing out and sat up.
"Alright, let's go tell Dick and Jason you're alive and that Damian didn't eat your soul- Ow! Damian!"
"Tt." Damian smirked things about kicking the other again before moving to his desk. "Get out, Drake, I don't want you in my room."
"Like I would want to stay here." Tim adjusted the child before walking out the door advoiding the pen that came at him. "Dick, Jason! I found him!"
Splat!
Wiping the banana baby food off his face Dick shook his head. "Okay, so you don't like bananas… let's try carrots."
Splat!
"Come on, Bruce you gotta eat."
Half hour later Jason returned from the store with Tim and they had bought a few things to use just in case Bruce took off again. By the time they got to the kitchen Dick was covered in all kinds of baby food that they had managed to ordered baby food and they had gotten there in thirty minutes. Some of the perks of being in the High Class.
"Whoa, I didn't know you enjoyed baby food, Dickie." Jason snickered.
"Shut up Jason." Dick stood up. "You guys know how to get him to eat?"
"I needed to make a few calls to Wayne Enterprises until we can turn Bruce back into adult. I'll come back in a bit."
"I can get this kid to eat his food." Jason pulled up a chair before sitting down and grabbing the food and a spoon. "Alright, Mini Bats open up."
Bruce however was just playing with the messy food on the tray of the highchair. The happy squeals and laughing was stopped when Jason pushed a spoon of food into Bruce's mouth. The child stopped before looking up at Jason and Dick was sure the kid was going to cry when suddenly Bruce spit the food out and it splattered all over Jason's shirt, some of his jacket and his chin.
"What the hell!"
"Ha! Looks like you can't feed him!" Dick laughed before handing another baby food bottle to Jason. "Try this one. Maybe he likes beef and veggies."
Twenty minutes later form the other room Tim was on the phone when he heard Jason yelling and cursing and Dick trying to calm him down along with some happy squealing. Thanking the person on the other end of the phone Tim hung up before running to the kitchen.
"Oh my… what happened?!" Tim cried looking at the kitchen's large mess. Food everywhere in splatters and it was on the counters, walls, the ceiling! How was that possible?! "What in the world are you two doing?!"
"That brat won't eat!" Jason growled before pointing and glaring at Bruce. "This is revenge isn't it?!"
"Jason, he's only over a year old." Tim stated before grabbing a towel and trying to clean he child up before picking up the small kid. "I'm going to wash him up. You two… clean all this…"
"Why should we?" Jason asked glaring. "Not like you can make us."
"Alright you don't have to clean it." Tim said before smirking. "Just make sure that Alfred knows why his kitchen in a mess."
Both the older brother looked at each other in horror before scrambling to start cleaning.
By the time Tim set a sleeping Bruce down, who was wrapped up in a fluffy warm towel, before standing up and shaking his wet hair. It still didn't make sense that Bruce managed to get him soaking wet, caused him to fall into the tub and yet Bruce managed to stay dry at the same time.
After struggling and finally having to sit in the tub with Bruce Tim managed to get him clean and just when he started to wrap Bruce the little toddler suddenly went limp and if it hadn't been for the soft snoring Tim would have thought he accidentally killed him.
Leaving Bruce there, only a few feet away, Tim stripped of his wet clothes, dried up and pulled on some sleeping clothes before drying up the toddler, dressing him and putting him…
In the not put together crib…
"Ugh," Tim looked up. "Alright no problem just put it together…"
By the time Tim had gotten done putting it together Bruce had managed to disappear. Gasping Tim jumped up looking for the small child. Bruce wasn't anywhere in his room and before Tim could even start to fear the worst there was angry yelling form next room over.
Damian's room?
"You little Cretan! How did you get in here?!" came the angry yell when a moment passed. "Touch that again I shall skin you alive!"
That Demon Child was going to kill Bruce!
To PrettyKitty-Luvs-U: Fluff is to come but first, struggles lol.
To Sapphire-Roz: thanks you, I hope this is what you enjoy.
To Guest: Thank you for pointing that out, I fixed as much as I could. 8D
To zales: I shall thank you!
To Renx27: I love Gotham! I saw the ending of season one and I was all "WHA WHA WHA WHA….! OMG…! SEAOSN TWO WHERE FOR ART THOU?! Me and my cousine freaked out!