Inspired by DeathwishJV's story 'Be careful what you wish for'. He wrote a story were Damian was turned in to a three year old. At the point I'm writing this he's only up to chapter three, you should read it its great so far. My story does not connect to his in any way; I am only using the idea of Damian being de-aged.
Edited: After a review from LuVySoNy, and my little sister, i have fixed the mistakes, or at lest I think I have. If I haven't please point them out.
Jason looked down at the child sitting at his feet. Large, innocent blue eyes looked you at him with a sleepy look in them. Jason couldn't work out how this had happen. He, as Red Hood, and Damian, as Robin, had stumbled across a crazy old man who said he had invented a time machine. He told them he was going to use it to turn Gotham into a 'prehistoric city'. The two of them had just assumed the loony old guy had a bomb and had gone to defuse it. The process of defusing the 'bomb' coursed it to really blow-up this had left Damian as a two year old wrapped in a Robin suit that was way too big.
"What am I going to do with you?" Little Damian turned his head to the side.
"Who you?" oh great he doesn't even remember me.
"I'm Jason, your big brother."
"Me no have brothers just mother." Jason took a deep breath in, he'd never liked little kids.
"Let's get you back to daddy." Jason lent down and scooped Damian up. The little boy looked at him with shining eyes.
"I get meet father?" It was only now that it dawned on Jason that if Damian had been turned into a two year old he would only have memories from his first two years, this would mean he only knew his mum and grandpa.
"Yeah, I'll take you to meet your dad." Being late as it was Little Damian didn't make it back to the cave awake. When Jason open the car door he spotted Bruce straight way.
"Jason you're late."
He didn't turn around.
"Shhh… you'll wake him up." Jason scooped Damian up out of the front seat and held him close to his chest. It was weird comfortable it made him feel.
"Wake who up? Damian? He never falls asleep." Bruce still didn't turn around.
"Umm… Dad?"
"What?"
"Can you look at me?"
"What is it Ja…" he never finished his sentence because he finally did turn around to see the sleeping child in Jason's arms.
"What?" Was all he could come up with to say.
"He blow-up a time machine." The tone in Jason's voice was causal, like what had happened was totally normal. Damian stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up. At first he snuggled into Jason but then noticed Bruce.
"Who you?" he said trying to seem strong he added a glare, but it only made him look cuter. His fingers griped tightly to Jason shirt.
"Damian this is your dad." It took a moment for Damian to understand.
"Father?"
"Hey Damian, come here." Damian moved from Jason's arms to his fathers, with a little reluctance.
"What trouble have you been coursing?" Bruce smiled down at his tiny son. It felt so right to have him in his arms. His smile grows bigger as he studied his little boy. This is how he wished he had meet Damian, when he was young, when he was innocent.
"None father. Me sleepy."
"Let's get you to bed."
Bruce spent the rest of the night thinking things over and found himself hoping his son's state would be permanent. This was his chance to save Damian from his mother, raise him like a proper child.
The next morning neither Dick nor Tim knew what to do when Bruce carries his tine son down the stairs. What got them really shocked was Damian's reaction to being put down.
"JASON" he screamed, dragging each letter out, as he ran and wrapped himself around Jason's leg.
"Good morning Damian"
"Hey Dami!" Dick called in excitement. This coursed Damian to shuffle behind Jason and look around his legs in fear.
"Jason." This time it a whimper.
"It's alright." Jason scoops him up.
"This is Richard and Timmy. Their your big brothers too." Damian studies them for a bit, and to Dick's heartbreak chooses Tim first.
"Timmy." He says leaning toward him. Bruce just watched as all of his sons interacted with each other. Tim looked so happy with Damian in his arms.
"The perfect morning, Master Bruce."
"That it is, Alfred. That it is."
Bruce had expected the media to be a problem but was shocked to find no one outside his family seemed to notice a change, most people seemed to think Damian had always been a small child.
"I don't understand how this happened." Bruce stated as he enter the cave with Damian on his hip.
"I do." Jason was sitting at the computer.
"How?"
"The machine sent out a shockwave that altered everyone's memories, excluding those of us who spent a lot of time around him." It made sense, well as much sense as a real time machine.
"Father play with me." Damian tugged at Bruce's sleeve. He smiled down at him.
"What do you want to play?"
"New games."
"New games? Like what?"
"Me don't know." It didn't take much thinking to work out that Talia must have called lots of his early training game. But for the life of him Bruce couldn't think of any games to play with a two year old.
"Why don't you take him to the park? Kids love parks." How Jason seemed to know what kids liked while Bruce, father of four, didn't was beyond him.
"Okay let's go to the park."
Jason's park idea wasn't the only good idea he had. When Damian didn't want to eat Jason came up with crazy stories of what would happen if he didn't eat his dinner (a/n: don't know about you but my dad could fill a library with the stories he told me growing up, I'm still scared not to eat my carrot). He convinced him to go to bed when Damian insisted between his yawns he want tired. Jason was quite the little dad.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?" Jason responded while wiping Damian's face, something Alfred and Bruce had just spent ten minutes trying to do.
"This." Bruce pointed. "How are you so good with kids?"
Jason didn't really have to think about it. While he'd been Red Hood, on his own, his territory had a lot of young families in it, which is why he chose the spot. Something drew him to families; he felt he had to protect them.
"Watched and learnt." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I want play wif Timmy" Damian declared as Jason finished wiping his face.
"You really like Tim don't you."
"Yes." This response was accompanied with a huge grin. Bruce liked seeing his son smile so honestly.
"He's at the office."
"Me go office too?"
"Umm… I have work to do here. Sorry Damian." Bruce looked to see his son close to tears.
"It's okay dad, I'll take him."
At the office Tim had just left a meeting and was surprised to be attacked by a smiling Damian.
"Hey small fry, what you up to?" he said swinging him up quickly so he spent a few seconds above Tim's head. This got a lot of giggle and smiles from all the other stuff, as well as a bubble of laughter from Damian.
"Me come to see you." Damian responded once he was on Tim's hip.
"He nearly cried when dad said he didn't have time to bring him."
Walking into Tim's privet office he placed Damian on the floor. Suddenly Jason's phone started ringing.
"Hello… yep… okay… on my way." He hung up.
"He's all your Timmy." With that Jason left before his brother could protest.
"Wait… Jason… what will I do with you now?" Damian just smiled at him. Why couldn't he want Dick today? Checking his diary he had ten minutes before his next meeting, it was a very important meeting so he'd have to go. Spotting a pile of blank paper he scooped it up along with some of his colour pencils he uses for colour coding. Damian toddled after him to the meeting room. Some of the business men were already there.
"Hello gentlemen. Just a moment while I set my little brother up." Placing the paper and pencils on the floor Tim beckoned Damian over.
"Now Damian I have to talk with these nice people at the table so please sit here quietly and draw some pictures, okay?"
"Yes Timmy." Patting him on the head Tim stood up and walked over to start the meeting. By the end of the hour the meeting had been called to a break till the next day, Damian also had a large number of pictures. Beaming a smile he handed one to Tim.
"It's all of us." Tim studied to drawing. There were six rough images of what were meant to be people. One was really big, Bruce, the one next to him had a beard and moustache, Alfred, next to him was three figures going down in height order the one at the end of the line, which would have to be Tim, was holding the hand of the smallest, Damian. Tim smiled at it.
"It's perfect Damian." He then planned to have it framed and hung in his office. If life stayed like this Tim wouldn't complain.
Longer then the others I know but its the kind of story that needed to be longer. this is my Damian/Jason/Timmy story i mentioned at the end of the last chapter.
{oh and yes y LuVySoN, Alfred has a beard, this part was because a friend on mine has a little sister who watched Batman and knows I love it so she drew me a picture. Its so cute.}
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AtarinaMAK