A few hours later, Dick woke up from his nap. He walked into the living room, dragging his Robin with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. Roy looked over from his position on the couch and smile.

"Hey there. Did you have a good nap?" Dick nodded as he jumped on to the couch.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Roy asked the toddler. Before Dick answered, his stomach growled. Roy chuckled as he brought the boy into the kitchen.

"How does a peanut butter jelly sandwich sound?" Roy saw the nod come from the small boy and he grabbed the bread and peanut butter. Once he finished making the sandwich, he let the boy scarf it down. Roy laughed as he looked at Dick's jelly and peanut butter stained face. Roy washed the mess off the boy's face while Dick munched on a celery stick Roy had given him.

"Alright buddy. What do you wanna do now?" Roy asked the small boy.

Dick pondered the options he had before asking to go back to the park. Roy grabbed the bag and put his shoes on while Dick grabbed a small ball to play with. Once they were back at the park, Dick joyfully ran around. Roy helped him climb across the monkey bars and watched as Dick laughed and screamed as he slid down the slides. Dick finally ran back to Roy and grabbed the small ball he brought to play with. Roy and Dick played, tossing and kicking the ball around. Roy tossed the ball a little too high and the ball went over Dick's head and by the sidewalk. He ran over to the ball, tripping over a stick and skidding on his hands and knees.

Roy ran over to the boy and picked him off the ground. Dick whimpered as he looked at his skinned knees. Roy sat him down on the nearest bench and grabbed a few bandages from his bag. He put them on the boy's knees before bringing out the stuffed Robin he had decided to put in the bag at the last minute. The toddler hugged the doll, forgetting about the pain in his knees. Dick was soon back to playing on the playground, sending his Robin down the slides before going down himself. He ran around the side of the park in the grass. Dick wasn't looking where he was going, causing him to step into a deep, muddy puddle. He fell face first into the large puddle.

Roy sprinted as soon as he saw Dick falling. He picked the boy up, wiping the mud off of his eyes, mouth, and nose. Dick looked down at his Robin. He began to wail when he saw how muddy his toy had gotten. There was mud and water splattered across its back, and the front was soaked. Roy brought Dick to his chest, not caring about getting his clothes all muddy. Dick continued to cry loudly. Roy carried the boy home, doing his best to stop the crying, but without his beloved Robin, Dick couldn't find comfort in anything or anyone. Roy quickly made his way to the apartment and bounced the boy, doing his best to comfort Dick.

"Shh, don't worry Dick. We'll wash up your Robin and we'll wash you up." Dick's sobs slowly quieted down.

"B-but den he won't be s-soft." Dick hiccupped. Roy walked over to his computer, looking up ways to clean stuffed animals. He smiled as he saw that all he had to do was put it in a pillowcase in the washer and with a pair of tennis shoes in the dryer.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he stays soft. Now let's clean you two up. Okay?" Dick slowly nodded, handing his Robin over to Roy. The archer set the boy down in the bathroom and started filling the tub with water. While Dick stripped his muddy clothing, Roy put the Robin in a pillowcase, knotting the end, and throwing it in the cool water. Going back in the bathroom, he stopped the water and put Dick in the warm, bubbly water. Dick played with the bubbles while Roy worked the shampoo into the boy's muddy hair. He carefully washed the boy's face with a washcloth before rinsing Dick down and wrapping him in a towel.

The washer buzzed as Roy rubbed the small boy down. After giving Dick the spare set of clothes Bruce left, Roy took the stuffed animal out of the pillowcase and stuck the animal in the dryer, along with a clean pair of tennis shoes. Going back into the bathroom, Roy saw Dick sitting on the floor, now dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants. Roy picked Dick up and sat him at the table. He handed the child a few different blank sheets of paper and a large box of crayons. Dick lazily drew pictures as his doll was drying. Roy sat in the seat next to Dick, looking at the pictures Dick drew.

One was Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash all smiling and holding hands. Another was a starry night with a rainbow in the middle. The last one Dick drew was what looked like his parents. His mom and dad were holding Dick. He was wearing a red and black shirt, and he had a mask that looked like feathers on his face.

"Is that you and your mommy and daddy?" Roy asked quietly. Dick nodded as he continued to color in his dad's shirt.

"Are you the little birdie in the middle?" He pointed to the mask. Dick nodded again.

"Mommy said I look like a birdie when I flew. She made me a bird like mine." Dick absentmindedly stated. Roy understood why he was so attached to the doll now. He remembered Dick saying that his mother had given him the name Robin, but he neglected to tell them how his mother made him a Robin doll as a kid.

"So Your Robin reminds you of your mommy?" Roy mused out loud, covering his mouth as soon as he said it. Dick nodded again before resting his head on Roy. The archer looked down at the young boy. He looked so sad not knowing whether his cherished animal would be okay. The dryer buzzed and both boys went over to the dryer. Roy knelt down and opened the dryer. Fluffing the bird's fur a bit, Roy handed the clean toy over to Dick. The sad, depressed look he had faded away as he buried his head in the warm toy. Roy's heart melted at the scene. Roy saw a yawn escape Dick's mouth. Roy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. Dick buried his body under the sheets and drifted off to sleep, happy knowing that his comfort object was always going to be there with him.

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Minervo groaned as he sat in the chair. He had been in the room for about two days. They'd fed him and such, unchaining him for that, but whoever had come in to do so always waited until he was done and then proceeded to chain him up again.

Batman had come in only that first time to interrogate him and he had no idea when Batman was coming back, either. He dreaded the return of the Bat, though. The Dark Knight scared him witless. Minervo still couldn't get the last words that he'd heard from the Bat when he left out of his mind.

Just then, the lights went out in the room. Minervo hadn't even heard the door open, nor had he seen it, but it must have at some point because all of a sudden Batman was standing in front of him. Minervo flinched back at the Dark Knight's unannounced appearance. Batman glared at him for a bit behind his cowl before he suddenly slammed his hands down on the table.

"You're going to tell me anything and everything I need to know, no questions asked, understand?" he growled and Minervo nodded quickly.

"Y-yes sir," he said.

"Room seven, floor five. A trap was set off by, one of the sidekicks," Batman began, not wanting to use Robin's hero name, knowing how Minervo would react to that.

"He became a toddler. WHAT is the cure?"

Minervo thought about it for a while. "Well, I can tell you this, it won't wear off in time."

"IS there a CURE?" Batman snapped and Minervo felt a sudden wave of bravery.

"Why do you care so much about this boy? Unless it was Robin?" Minervo suggested. Batman gritted his teeth together and Minervo sneered.

"Ha, so it was the Boy Wonder! No wonder you are so –" he began to say when Batman suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward so their faces were inches apart.

"You will ANSWER my question," he growled ferociously and Minervo's bravery vanished. With shaking hands, he nodded and Batman slowly released his shirt so he could lean back. Minervo began to wring his hands nervously under the Dark Knight's gaze while he tried to wrack his brain as quickly as he could for the cure to that particular concoction.

"Well. Let's see. . ." he began, muttering to himself several incoherent words as he thought about the various traps he'd set on that floor. A few of them didn't have cures, but then he remembered the one Batman was talking about, which, luckily for him and his life, did have a cure. But it was a rather chaotic recipe.

"You're not going to like my answer…" Minervo began but Batman cut him off. He pinned the unlucky scientist to the wall.

"There better be a cure Minervo or I swear I'll –" Batman began snarling and Minervo began to shake even more.

"N-no, t-th-there is one! I-I swear it. I-it's just –" Minervo started stuttering, wringing his hands again when Batman didn't set him down.

"It's just WHAT?" Batman persisted, enunciating each word very precisely. Minervo gulped.

"T-th ingredients to it. They're sort of. . . peculiar." he managed to get out. Batman didn't speak for a bit. After a minute or so, he slowly set Minervo down and took a step back, folding his arms across his chest. Then, he said two words that made Minervo realize that Batman wasn't taking any funny business. He would cure Robin no matter how difficult it may be.

"Amuse me."

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I always love getting to part nine in anything, especially this story. I can't believe my last minute desicion to write this actually became somewhat like! Thank you to everyone who has favorited or story alerted/author alert or reviewed. You guys have no idea how wonderful all your encouragement is! Thank you guys so much!

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