More Reverse Batfam Trash

He All Grown Up

-BIGG thank you to carina_52 for the awesome request, it was so much fun to work on!-

Damian - 17

Tim - 14

Jason - 11

Dick - 5

Dick - 25

"Nice one, Dickie!" Tim was teaching his little brother to play soccer on the grass outside the manor. He hoped it would help Dick make friends when he was ready to start school. "Nice!" He sent a gentle kick back at his brother and reached down to check his phone. "Oh, Dick, I left my phone inside, I'll be right back, I promise!"

Dick gave a little nod and watched his brother go. He sat down on the grass to wait...

Tim was taking a long time

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Dick started awake, blinking several times. He rolled over on the concrete. His back fucking hurt, not to mention his head...

LAST TIME he was letting Bruce talk him into doing some undercover work back in Gotham! The last thing he remembered was realizing something was slipped in his drink at the bar, and running out into the alleyway to avoid his potential kidnappers.

God, it does not pay to be a pretty boy in Gotham.

He dragged himself up and looked for his car. He couldn't remember where he left it. Deciding to try the bus, he pulled himself to the nearest stop, slowly waking up. He was heading straight to the manor for a shower. At least he was in Gotham, which meant Alfred's cooking.

He dragged himself to the manor's side gate and strode through the manicured green lawns. He turned towards the manor's front and almost tripped over something. He took several steps back and saw that it wasn't so much something as someone. A child, about five or so, sitting cross-legged in the grass. They had black hair and wore a sweater and those jeans for little kids that have elastic waistbands. The kid looked up at Dick, revealing their tear-streaked face.

"Hey... who're you?" Dick asked, stooping to the child's height. The kid drew back a little, looking distressed. "Why're you crying?"

The child shied away, drying an eye with the sleeve of their sweater.

"Do you know Bruce?" Dick asked. The kid nodded a little, lips trembling. "Hey! I'm going inside to find Bruce, why don't you come?" The kid nodded again, but didn't get up. As the child started to cry again, Dick picked them up off the grass, and headed for the manor door. Child weighing down one arm, he lay on the bell.

After few seconds, Bruce opened the door. Dick blinked several times. It was clearly Bruce, but ...not. He had significantly fewer silver hairs, and looked so well rested. He stood straighter too, that made him look taller. All this considered, he was still clearly Bruce.

 "Dick!" Bruce exclaimed, lunging forwards and grabbing the child from Dick's arms. He held the child carefully.

"'Morning, Bruce." Dick said tiredly.

Bruce ignored him for a second, adjusting his grip on the child, and shushing them gently. "What happened out there, Dick?"

"I was in the bar like you told me-" Dick started, but was cut off.

There were fast, thundering footfalls as a teenage boy sprinted down the stairs. "Sorry! Sorry Bruce! I left him alone outside to grab my phone!" The boy reached up to take the child, but Bruce turned away, holding the kid securely.