Bruce loved his children in his own way, but somehow he seemed even more attached to them after Zatanna’s magic temporarily turned them into fussy little kids. The manor had filled with cheerful chaos. While Tim slept soundly on the couch with his tiny hands folded together, Damian fully embraced his new status as the “oldest.”

“Ha! Now you’re the little brat, Grayson!” Damian pinched Dick’s cheek only to get bitten immediately afterward. “Ow! Doesn’t matter. I’m still the first Robin now…”

“Stop teasing him. I told you to watch your brothers, not pick on them,” Bruce cut in sternly as he stepped into the living room. In his arms was Jason, who clung possessively to the collar of his shirt. Bruce looked exhausted after work, but when he reached you, he gently kissed your cheek. “Hey, sweetheart…”

To his own surprise, he loved this role. Bruce happily picked out tiny clothes for them and even took them along to charity galas and social events. At a recent gala, when it suddenly started raining, Bruce, dressed in an elegant suit, carried both Jason wrapped in a white raincoat and Dick in his arms. The boys were seriously sharing a ridiculous little black umbrella with tiny “bat ears,” while you walked beside him carrying Tim and holding Damian’s hand, pressed close to Bruce as the two of you made your way through the crowd of reporters, making sure none of the children got wet.

Later, in the quiet of the bedroom, you found a touching sight waiting for you. While you had been in the shower, Bruce had somehow managed to put all four of them to bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, watching them sleep.

“Finally… silence. Never thought I’d say this, but I don’t want Zatanna rushing to reverse the spell. I like that they’re little again.”

He looked up at you, his gaze blurred with exhaustion and tenderness.

“Think you could spare me a little attention while they’re all fast asleep?”