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Chapter Summery: It is time for Bruce to put Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian to bed.

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Chapter 6. Bed Time

Bruce's POV


I walked into the hall of the manor that held all of our bedrooms. It appeared as I entered the hallway and four children running towards me that they were ready and were waiting for me by their respective rooms.

Damian Dick and I had rooms on the right and Jason and Tim had Bedrooms on the left side of the hallway.

"Daddy, Daddy! You're here!" Dick yelled as he ran up to me as I entered the hallway.

"Father, you are here." Damian stated simply and stayed standing by his doorway unlike his brothers whom had rushed towards me.

"Daddy you're back." Tim said in a small relieved voice as he went and held onto my leg again.

"You're here, finally" Jason said as he rolled his eyes at me.

They all appeared to have gotten into the pajamas I had gotten them last night. All plain colors because I didn't know what designs they would have liked at that age. I hadn't known any of them when they were this young after all. Dick's was blue while Jason and Tim's were red and Damian's were black.

"Do you boys need anything else before I put you to bed?" I asked them trying to use a gentle voice.

There were four responses saying the same thing as soon as I had asked the question. "Story!"

What story could they mean by that? Oh, they wanted a bedtime story. Now that was something I had not done in a long time but at least I had before. "Okay let's go in my room and I'll give you a bedtime story but afterwards it is time for bed."

We all went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed. Dick and Tim were sitting and leaning on me on opposing sides. Damian and Jason were sitting a few feet away but still on the bed.

"What type of story do you want?" I asked them as I had no idea what I was supposed to tell them.

"Something with emotion." Dick called up to me.

"Fighting!" Both Damian and Jason called out excitedly. As they turned to face me.

"Anything is fine." Tim said in that quiet voice that he had at this age.

Dick, Jason and Damian were using the puppy dog look on me to get their favorite type of bedtime story. To them it appeared to be some sort of ongoing challenge of which style of bedtime story won.

"There were four birds . . ." I began to tell a story that was a turn of something that had happened.


". . . and the four birds returned to their cave and everything was okay." I finished telling them the improvised story I had created. I would have to find that old book of bedtime stories I had from when Dick was younger.

Dick and Tim had fallen asleep on me as I had told the story. Damian and Jason were trying hard to stay up most likely from stubbornness.

"I'm going to put Dick and Tim in their beds. Could you two head to your rooms. I'll come and tuck you in when they are in bed." I whispered to them hoping that I wouldn't wake Dick and Tim.

They both nodded wearily and sleepily walked out to their rooms.

I slowly got up as to not disturb the two sleeping children I was currently carrying. I walked one room down the hallway and I was at Dick's room which thankfully still had it's door open.

I placed Dick's small frame into his bed and tucked him in all while holding Tim in one arm. As I was about to leave I whispered quietly in Dick's ear, "Night, Dickie."

I walked out of the room and shut the door with my one free hand. I walked down and across the hallway and got to opposite bedroom which was Tim's.

I entered the room and placed Tim into his bed stopping his attempt to clamp on to me so that I wouldn't leave him as he gained conciseness as I tried to tuck him in.

"You need to sleep, Tim." I told him hoping it would stop him from trying to attach to me again. He just clamped on harder than before.

"Daddy, are you going out tonight?" Tim asked voice filled with worry as his eyes met mine and he trembled slightly.

"No, Tim not tonight." I told him and he relaxed and let me go. I headed out the door but before I left I told him, "Night, Tim."

I went to the first bedroom on the left since it was directly next to Tim's, this room was Jason's.

I entered the room to see Jason waiting sitting on his bed. He had an impatient look on his face.

"Jason, time for bed." I said as I entered the room.

He just sat there and crossed his arms over his chest and said, "You can't make . . .," He started to say but yawned mid sentence.

I gave him a look not a bat-glare but a stern look. He relented after seeing the look by saying, "Fine, Dad."

I tucked him under his covers and told him goodnight. I then headed to Damian's room.

Damian was already in his bed and under his covers. I tucked him in a bit more and left for he exit telling him, "Night, Damian."


I was in the dining room eating a late dinner as I hadn't had a chance before as the boy's had eaten during each others visit with Leslie I had not yet gotten the chance to eat.

Alfred entered the room as I was finishing eating with a quizzical look on his face. He wanted to know how things had gone.

"They are all six years old. No other side effects were seen. Nothing abnormal in their blood or DNA either. I put them to bed." I told him what I had learned as I finished with my dinner.

"Master Bruce that seems good all things considered." He commented as he heard the news.

"It is good but I don't know what caused it or how to reverse it." I explained my frustration in what the results were.

I thought for a second about how this happened to the superhero community but what could I give the media about the sudden disappearances of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne.

"You could give give them somewhat of the truth and not have to hide the children." Alfred suggested to me.