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A/N: Yeeeaaaahhhh… These just keep coming. No idea why. Haha~ Anyways, in this chapter, the batfam, with the exception of Dick, was transformed into three-year olds by some serum by some villain. Yeah. Hope you guys enjoy and please review to let me know what you guys think!
Baby-sitting:
"Damian! Get down from there!" Dick yelled in panic, his arms opening up wide below the youngest Bat, as if to catch him. His blue eyes were wide with terror at seeing his brother on the chandelier, reduced to a three-year-old and swinging wildly. An arrogant smirk tugged at the child's face.
"Hmph! I can take care of myself Grayson."
And another black-haired child poked his head from behind Dick's legs, his arms gripping tightly onto the blue jeans. "Dick?"
Cerulean eyes softened from the worried glare he'd given the one on the chandelier as he looked down. Tim Drake stood, looking up at his with an adorable pout on his also three-year-old face.
"Yes, Timmy?" A smile.
"Wanna go watch Peter Pan with me?" Tim asked, his eyes shining with plead, excitement written all over his face.
"Sure buddy! I think since Damian can 'take care of himself'; we can go watch that movie you want." Dick could never refuse Tim after all.
Damian glared at his enemy. The only reason he'd climbed the chandelier in the first place was because he wanted Dick's attention on him, not on Drake! With grumbled words, he slowly climbed down from the ceiling and made his way over to living room. Maybe he could coerce Grayson into making him a snack, since Pennyworth was out of town, visiting relatives he said.
Dick and Tim were just settling down when another raven-haired child fluttered into Dick's lap.
"Dickiebird! Let's go play a game!" Jason yelled out, exuberance etched onto his face. Tim sat at the young adult's side, a hand fisting his white shirt. Then, Damian made his appearance by attacking the man's hair, legs resting on his shoulders; hands grasping the thick, raven locks.
"Grayson, I demand that you make me a snack."
Jason gave a glare at the youngest while Tim grabbed Dick's shirt even tighter. Dick just smiled tiredly at all of them. A sigh made its way out of his mouth before he could help it.
"Why don't you three watch the movie while I make some food, then we can all go play outside, okay?"
The three children gave grudging nods, glaring at each other as if daring them to disagree. Dick gave a sigh of relief as the tension in the room was resolved.
"Dick, I need you to help me with some adjustments to the Batsuit."
A groan.
Great, Dick thought, now even Bruce is fighting for my attention. But, he continued, a fond look on his face, it's not all bad. Their sleeping faces a few hours later cemented that thought.
I wouldn't trade them for the world.