Babysitting Duty

Chapter Seven

Last part!

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And, without further ado, here is the finale of Babysitting Duty.

Each member of the team and Batman took one of the brothers, walking into his room while he was sleeping and injecting him with the serum that Batman had reversed engineered. Once the deed was done and they watched the brothers age up in their sleep, they met in the hallway, handing the needles over to Batman for him to dispose of.

"What now, Batman?" M'gann asked.

"Now? Now we all get some rest."

"That's it?"

"We will see if they remember anything in the morning but for now that is all we can do. I will see you all bright and early. Have a good night, and thank you."

The team watched Batman descend the stairs with looks of disbelief on their faces.

"Did...did Batman just thank us?!"

"I think he did, babe, I think he did."

"I must still be sleeping..."

"Well, I for one, am going back to bed. Good night everyone. See you all in the morning."

"Good night."

The team all went their separate ways, curious to see what the morning would bring.

- - - - -

It was the next morning in Wayne manor and the team was gathered around the breakfast table with Bruce out of his Batman guise sipping on a cup of coffee, all of them waiting on the four brothers to make their way down stairs to see if they remembered anything from being de-aged.

They were getting restless when they heard a commotion on the stairs that sounded like four bodies falling down them. The team exchanged glances but Bruce waved them off. "Happens all the time, Damian probably tripped them all."

Bruce's words were proven right when a disgruntled, properly aged, Timothy Drake burst into the room with a scowl on his face. "B! The little brat shoved me down the stairs!"

Next in was Jason, holding Damian in a headlock. "Yeah, and then you just had to take me and Dickie with you, didn't ya?"

"It was an accident!"

"Sure it was!"

"Well, maybe if you walked faster, there wouldn't be a problem!"

"Enough!" Everyone turned to see a limping Dick Grayson glaring at his younger brothers. "Thanks for checking on me, I am totally fine, by the way. Dami, we've talked about this! You can't try to kill Tim whenever you want."

"But I can try to kill him?"

"What? No-"

"You just said not whenever I want, not at all, implying there are times I can try to kill him." Damian smirked from his position in Jason's grip.

"He does have a point, Dickie."

"Shut up, Jason."

"Fight me, Tim."

Bruce just sighed and rubbed his temples as his sons broke down into an argument over whether or not there were times it was okay to try and kill Tim. He looked up when he heard the team chuckling. "What?"

"Who would've thought that this is what the mighty Batman's home life looks?" Artemis snickered. "He can handle crime in Gotham but not his four sons."

"B, you told them your secret?!" Tim gasped, glad for an out from his pointless argument.

"We figured it out, actually." Conner spoke in a smug tone.

"No, you tricked me." Wally grumbled.

Dick stared at Wally. "It takes me turning into a child for you to give away my secret? Impressive."

"Are you mad?"

"Nah, I always knew you would be the one to reveal my secret."

"Awe, come on! Does anyone have any faith in me?!" Wally whined, making everyone chuckle.

"Well, now we know they remember being children...er, younger children." Kaldur nodded at the brothers.

"Who are you calling a child?" Damian hissed. "I was raised by the League of Assassins."

Kaldur just blinked at Damian. "Boy, I am double your age. I can call you a child if I damn well please."

"Oof, Damian, you just got your ass handed to you." Jason snickered.

"Language, Jason." Bruce half heartedly called over to his second oldest.

"You let us train to fight criminals and psychopaths but I can't say the occasional bad word? What kind of bullsh-"

The team watched as Jason and Bruce broke down into an argument over appropriate behavior for a twelve year old, deciding then that it was time for them to make their exit. They turned to Dick, who was currently trying to break up a squabble between Damian and Tim, and called out a goodbye to him.

"Alright, see you all later! And Conner?"

"Yeah?" Conner looked over, fully expecting an apology for being bitten on the hand.

"Try and put me to sleep again and a bite will be the least of your concerns."

fin.