Long story short…Bruce was in for it.

After a mission gone wrong, a strange-looking villain had managed to smoke-bomb nearly the entire team (excluding Bruce, of course) which consisted of: Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Mia, Duke, Damian, and you!

Now, you were all varying ages (mostly below the age of twelve), and you were all in miniature versions of your costumes. Bruce could feel a migraine coming on. He managed to take down the villain, and rounded you all back to the manor.

Alfred was calm but internally trying to figure out how on earth he would deal with NINE small children who had varying personalities— some worse than others.(Read: Dick as robin)

Dick and Steph were tussling on the ground already, Damian was practically a babbling baby, and the others were roaming and straying from the living room like lost kittens.

Oh dear…