More Reverse Batfam Trash

More Deaged Dickie Drabbles

-PART 90 ALREADY!!!-

-Requested by TalEnnyLover123 a few weeks ago :)-

World's Best Dad

"Hey Dickie, Alfred tells me You're regressed at the moment?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay, stay put  birdie, I'm on my way home."

"Mkay" Dick said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dick."

The youngest Robin put down the phone and ambled after Alfred. "Alfie, Can I hawve... uhh... Juice?" He stared at the butler for a few seconds before remembering the magic word. "Please?"

"Right away." 

Dick bounced excitedly; JUICE!!! He flopped down on the sofa and kicked his legs in the air, waving them a bit. He took his phone again and impatiently texted Bruce, who didn't reply. Dick wanted him to come home! Juice was one thing, but he wanted to play! Daddy was really fun to play with, almost as much as Jason and Tim and Damian, but they weren't at home.

Dick turned on the TV to watch Barbie Dreamhouse, it was one of his favorites! He took an old piece of paper and a ballpoint pen he found lying around, and started drawing him and Titus playing outside. He added Ace into the drawing too, so he wouldn't be left out.

"Your juice." Alfred set the cup down carefully on a coaster. "And a snack."

"Thankyew Alfred!" Dick called, taking care as he sipped his juice, though some of it ended up on his shirt anyways.

"Allow me, sir." Alfred patted the juice stain on Dick's uniform shirt. Dick had slipped into regression during last period, and hadn't been changed back into his normal clothes yet.

"Sorry." Dick muttered.

Alfred helped him off with his shirt and got the boy a clean t-shirt and jean shorts to change into; he mostly did so by himself, only needing a little help. He also got a cardigan just incase he got chilly, because Alfred thinks of everything.

Alfred also asked him not to eat on the sofa, lest he spill, but allowed him to eat in front on the television if his juice was drunk from a narrow-nozzled bottle, and he let the butler tie a napkin around his neck.

Dick didn't mind, maybe teenage Dick would mind, but right now he was little, and he was too busy watching Barbie, and eating cookies, and working on his awesome drawing.

Bruce got home about two episodes later, grumbling about rush hour in Gotham.

"DADDYYY!" Dick jumped up and ran to meet Bruce, socked feet slipping on the cold tile.

"Hey, Dickie." He grunted, catching his son against his chest. "How was school?" He asked out of habit.

Dick shrugged. "History was BOORRIINNNGGGG! We had to watch a video and talk about it. I'm drawing a picture, wanna see?"

"Sure thing, Dickie, just let daddy put his things down first." Bruce mumbled.

Dick whined at having to wait a few minutes, but scurried off to watch TV and put the finishing touches on his picture while Bruce and Alfred talked about boring grown-up things.

"Daddy Look! It's me, 'nd you, 'nd Ace, 'nd Titus, 'nd we're all playing at the park." He explained, proudly holding up the scribbly picture.

"Very cool, Dickie."