A/N) Some filler, some fluff, some feels - maybe even some angst courtesy of Jason but - um, I hope this chapter's worth the red because I'm not sure when I'll finish the next two - I think there's two left - I'll have to see.

I hope you like this one.

Motivation is your Superpower

Oh boy.

Jason stares at the horrible, dusty, awful battle field of messy toddlers and strange splotches of questionable goop and wars for the slide that may or may not end in blood - er - tears.

"You sure about this Timmy?" Jason asks the wide eyed toddler next to him, subconsciously tightening his grip on the little hand.

Tim nods, way too enthralled to care about the obvious dangers happening in front of him.

Jason swallows. Ok - ok , no big deal, Tim used to jump off of roof tops and get shot at regularly - this is just a playground, no biggie - just -

Tim shoots off with a happy squeal.

The older vigilante feels every nerve tighten as he watches with thinly veiled fear when the little brat practically throws himself into the nearest sandbox. He waits, counts ten - Tim doesn't move. Jason feels the panic rise - then the brat stands up, shakes his head and runs off red faced and giggle for the slide.

The sigh that escapes Jason's lungs is fully unnoticed as relief. He turns to see what he should do while the tyke is busy playing with his new momentary friends - funny how grown up Tim wasn't all that great at making friends anymore.

New challenge. Sit on one of those crowded benches next to other - parents . . .

Steeling his nerves, he can totally do this - he's fought the Joker for god's sake - and died once . . . he can totally handle sitting on a bench field with tired looking mothers and - he gulps and feels like he's sitting on a pin mat.

No one pays him any mind. Jason lets out a silent breath through his teeth and pushes his sunglasses up higher. This is fine - nobody cares about him and his brat-ling - it'll be fine . . .

Until Tim comes running up to him in a fit of tears and a red sandy face. Jason gapes as the little guy comes blubbering up, huge drops of tears streaking his dirty little face as he clings onto Jason's pants and starts spouting off baby nonsense.

"Hey, hey Timbo - what happened?"

He has no clue what the kid's saying - but he looks so sad and pitiful. Jason figures he just needs to be cleaned up.

"Hang on Timmy." With one heave, he places the kid on his lap and wipes the sand and tears of his hot face. "There - feel better?"

Tim gives him a huge watery eyed look and nods through sniffles, wiping his nose with his little fist, face pulling into a half sad half angry pout. Jason can't help it, he's just utterly helpless and adorable and - he plunks a kiss on top of the kids dark haired head. This induces the kid to wrap his arms around the elders neck and squeeze. Jason attempts - unsuccessfully - to ignore the sudden warmth that spreads inside his rib cage and threatens to choke him.

"You're ok Kiddo - you're fine . . . " He rubs circles gently into the kids back.

After a minute Tim decides he's ok now and hops off to go back to the slide with a giggle like nothing ever happened in the first place.

Jason doesn't realize he's smiling.

Until a rather loud and sudden collective set of 'awwwwww's' suddenly scare him to attention. Jason sucks in a breath and turns - aw - crap . . .

At least five different mothers were looking at him like he was some kind of prized piece of meat and -

"That was sooo sweet!" A blond cooes at him.

Jason shifts -

"You really have such a wonderful touch with kids." An older mother sighs wistfully at him.

Jason shifts again, the levels of uncomfortable rising -

"Uh - um . . ."

"And your son's adorable!" A red head gushes, actually scooting closer and - oh god -

Jason swallows. Wait - son? Um - "no , he's um - my Brother - " I guess . . .

Silence. A few blinks. Jason thinks maybe he's in the clear - or maybe he just made things worse.

Another, louder, set of 'awwww's' answers that question.

"That's so sweet!"

"Such a wonderful brother!"

"Where are your parents?"

"Would you consider babysitting?"

"If only my husband was as attentive as you."

"You're both soooo precious!"

Time to go!

Jason stands, gives them an awkward tilt of lips. "I have to go, um - nice meeting you." Vultures - that was what they were looking at him like now - he was meat and they were vultures and -

"Tim!"

He can't grab Tim and get out of there fast enough.

"Tim's tiny?" Dick still can't wrap his head around this fact. They found out yesterday.

Damian scoffs and rolls his eyes at the elders stupidity. He, himself, has evidently wrapped his head around the situation, he can't understand why Grayson and Brown haven't, or why they still don't know what to do about this.

"Figures that idiot would do something as stupid as getting turned into a toddler." A really small and - cute - toddler . . . but Damian wouldn't dare think that out loud - especially since it was directed at Drake -

Stephanie groans and grips her blond hair. "But - But - how? Why? When? - how?!" Argh! This was so - so not - she doesn't even know, Tim was adorable and small and helpless now and they didn't know why or when or how and - how?

"Wait a minute." Dick suddenly perks up and snaps his fingers, another lightbulb going off. "Wasn't Tim's last mission against that - that witch boy?"

Stephanie pales." Klarion? Oh my god - Klarion the witch boy, he must have - "

"What are you two talking about?" Damian cuts in, a scowl on his face, he doesn't like to not knowing something.

"You've never met him?"

"No."

"He's a spoiled little demon with magical powers and a sadistic nature which he nurtures with sick tricks to amuse - crap." Steph stops and gapes at the younger boy glaring at her. Oh crap - Klarion and Damian . . .were so - similar - both spoiled demon brats that feel like they're entitled to the world and - and - She shudders. "On second thought - maybe it's better you never meet him." Just the thought - the world wasn't ready for those two to meet up.

"We have to figure out how to fix him." Dick speaks up.

"Should we tell someone?" Stephanie pops in, shaking her horrific train of thought.

Suddenly Damian's face stretches into a vicious grin. "I'll tell Father." And he hops up to go do just that with way too much excitement on his face.

Dick panics and grabs the kid by the scruff of his shirt and drags him back. "Hey! No - no telling Bruce . . . or Alfred, not until we are sure we can't fix this."

Damian growls.

Stephanie sighs and grabs the kids arm. "Let's go - no time to pout - we have to fix Tim."

"And talk to Jason." Dick intercepts, lips pulling into a thin line at the thought, his younger brother has been really on edge since - Tim's been de-aged. . . question was, why was he hiding it from the rest of them?

"Yah - and to talk to - Jason . . ." Stephanie grimaces. That was going to be fun.

Damian scoffs. "Fine - but I get rights to any blackmail that could destroy Drake's life if we fix him."

Both older Vigilantes groan.

Tim's soft baby snores fill Jason's small apartment.

Jason can't help watching the little guy, while he's cooking dinner, or reading, or going over his turfs criminal activities - it was strange and - comforting to have another smaller person in the area. Jason always liked kids - he'd had a soft spot for them back when he was just a kid himself on the streets. There was something triggering about small helpless body that needed someone else to take care of them.

Maybe this was a subconscious thing but - Jason liked being depended on . . . the feeling probably stems from the horrible ripping feeling of Bruce not needing him any more after he died - he's gotten over it, mostly , but still - the emotional scars linger and seep into his subconscious actions.

Taking care of Tim might have something to do with it.

A small yawn catches Jason's attention, the little guy really was out cold, he'd had a long day - running and playing - also - Jason had made the mistake of getting him ice cream and . . . he'd crashed after the high. Man, a toddler on sugar was like an addict on coke - insane.

Jason yawns in response to Tim's and stands up, joints popping pleasantly as he reaches for the ceiling, Tim rolls on the coach and -

Jason gasps and lurches forward, catching the brat before he rolls right off the couch. "Jeeze kid - " Jason sighs as Tim groans and cuddles in Jason's grip.

Security - Jason's not sure why but . . . that's the word that pops up in his mind, the little guy was feeling secure in Jason's arms and . . . that may or may not make Jason feel like a complete sap.

Oh god . . . Jason swallows and hunches on the couch, putting the toddler comfortably in the cradle of his crossed legs and brushes a callused thumb on his squishy baby face, the skin - softer than anything.

He loves the kid.

Shit.

Jason's eyes burn suspiciously - this week has been long and hard and - and he loves this little idiot . . . he's pretty sure if anything happened to Tim after this - he wouldn't be able to handle . . .

Shit.

"Jaaaasooooon!" A shriek ruins everything and Jason's hands twitch for his gun on reflex as unwanted jerks burst into his apartment and scare Tim awake.

"There you are." Stephanie gasps when she sees Tim blinking sleepily and rubbing his droopy eyes with a tiny fist and she just gets this really melty smile on her dumb face and -

Jason tightens his hold on his baby brother, instinctively drawing him away from the crazy blond.

"Sorry Jason - " Dick walks in, at least he has the decency to look sheepish for intruding.

"Tt," Damian follows close behind, eyes zeroing in on Tim whos looking at all of them with a sleepy blink. "Pathetic."

Jason glares. What are they -

"How long has he been like this?" Dick asks, eyes clicking to Jason's and that was the moment when Jason realizes - his heart drop to his toes

"Hiya Tim, how're ya feelin?" Steph waves at the small guy with a bubbly wave.

Jason's stomach twists like a pretzel and - Crap - they - they know how could they . . . he can't help the sudden disappointment and feeling of impending end that creeps up on him. It's getting difficult to keep calm.

Tim smiles. "'Teph! 'Teph!" He giggles happily at her and wiggles out of Jason's grasp and runs straight into her like a traitor.

"Aw! I knew you remembered me! C'mere ya little dork!" She giggles and swings the laughing boy around.

Jason's hands fist. Deep breaths - deep - just breath . . . his blood simmers. They know - they know! Now they're going to tell Bruce and - Jason can just feel the disappointment and blame and - he can't - he just wanted to take care of the brat, he didn't want to hurt him.

They're all gonna jump to conclusions, that's why they're here, to blame him - to take Tim away, to take - Timmy away - from . . .him.

But - he doesn't want them too and- and -

Please don't - just leave him alone . . . leave us alone . . .

Dick sighs. "Wow, I can't believe it - he's really tiny Tim."

"Yah." Jason gives up, He just - stops, everything drains like water down a hill as he watches Tim laugh with the blond air-head - he just gives up, he never wins anyway - his shoulders sag and he stands up, rolling them just to hide the dejection. "Yah, he got hit by some magic crap and - he just - shrunk."

Nobody notices Damian's eyes are glued to Tim and Stephanie with a mixture of interest and mild disgust.

"Why didn't you tell us Jay-bird?" Dick's eyes soften as he edges closer to his younger brother.

Jason rolls his eyes and shifts away. "You didn't need to know." Just leave. Just leave.

"Uh - Jason, Tim's a toddler - people are missing him, his life's falling apart because he's not in it - I think we needed to know - "

"Dammit Dick! The kid's so called life is misery! He doesn't deserve it - just leave him alone!" Jason explodes - he - explodes and everyone stops, even Tim.

"Wha - you can't just - Jay, that's Tim's choice - you can't just - " Dick's face is the picture of calm and it - grates at Jason's neck.

"Yah, I can, he's three, he's happy, hungry, sleepy, and messy - he's a normal plushy kid and he should grow up - "

"Tt, with you?" Damian snaps, earning a glare from everyone.

Jason valiantly resists the urge to slap him. "Shut it spawn, you're just jealous because your childhood was shit." He should have just left the second they found him -

"Little-wing . . . all of our childhoods were crap - that's why we are who we are." Dick's voice lowers into sympathy, like he sees something in Jason's face that - needs to be treated delicately - and that - pisses Jason off.

"Screw you." Jason swallows thickly, that burning sensation returning to his eyes as he stomps away from all of them, each step away feels like his heart is being torn at the sewn up seams and - it hurts. Badly -

He slams the door to his crappy room and nearly breaks the bed by kicking it, he should have just left this dump when he had the chance. It was over now - all the warmth and happy he was feeling, gone. Ripped away from him because those bastards didn't understand - they just didn't - so maybe keeping Tim as child wasn't entirely just for the kid - maybe it was for himself too but - Jason just-

His throat clogs as he sits on the bed and hunches over, hands gripping his hair, squeezing his eyes shut - willing the pain to numb himself - just wanting to stop the hurting - He just -

He just wanted to feel like he was a normal human being again.

The door creaks open. The next instant, Jason opens he eyes to see two big cornflower blue ones peering up at him from between his legs, mirroring his sadness and worry only a baby could feel. Tim tilts his baby face in confusion and reaches his short stubby arm up to put a small warm hand on Jason's cold cheek. "Dayson? Dayson sad?" He asks - small voice wobbling. His eyes look like they're watering and -

Jason won't ever admit it but - the burning blurs his vision and actually leaks down his face. "Hey-" his voice cracks, his throat tightens painfully. Dammit - he's turned into a sap, a huge idiotic sap. "Hey, it's ok Timmy - I'm fine, you're fine - it'll be ok . . . " He can't help but reach down and lift the warm fluff onto his lap and squeezes. "It'll be ok." He sighs and presses a kiss against the kids temple, closing his eyes and just pretending like the kid was always meant to be like this -

He was being a selfish bastard - maybe he deserves to be, maybe not - but - Tim deserves to decide who he wants to be. Jason just wishes he could stay small - but - the least Jason could do was at least try to fix him. Even if it means having to work with those three idiots.

Tim deserves that much -

"It'll be ok."

Nooooo! Jay-jay is going to help fix Timmy? Daw, tha's gonna be sad :'( Poor guy was really getting attached to baby Tim. *sigh*

But wait - the question is . . . will they be able to fix him? Hmmmmm - maybe they will, maybe they won't - does Tim really need fixing? Can Jason handle the heart break if they do fix him?

Tune in again next time for another epic, fluffy, squishy and possibly tear jerking installment of the Jason and Tim Fluff-o-rama!

That was over done . . ..

Anyway, I hope this chapter was worth the wait and anticipation - I'm kind of terrified it wasn't - *shakes in a corner* I really hope it was . . .

See ya later . . .hopefully.