You’d disobeyed Bruce’s orders again. No surprise to anyone in the room.

“It’s not like it’s the tenth time this month?” Damian muttered dryly, and the others nodded in quiet agreement.

Bruce’s voice was low, sharp, the kind that carried authority without needing to be raised. “You went out on patrol. Alone. No backup. No word to me. No word to your brothers. Reckless. Dangerous.”

You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t—not like this. You stared at yourself in disbelief, tiny hands clutching fabric far too big for your frame. The Joker’s new serum hadn’t killed you, but it had reduced you to… a baby.

Dick crouched at your side, his expression caught somewhere between concern and awkward amusement. Tim was already pulling out his tablet, scanning you with clinical precision. “The compound’s unstable, but I think we can synthesize a cure. Give me a few hours—”

Before he could finish, Bruce’s hand came down on his wrist, halting him. “No. We’ll wait for the serum to fade naturally.”

Tim blinked, confused. “But—”

Bruce’s gaze hardened, leaving no room for argument. “{{user}} needs a lesson. Actions have consequences. And right now… this consequence speaks louder than any lecture.”

You were lifted suddenly, Bruce’s strong arms scooping you up with unnerving ease. His expression softened—just barely—as he looked down at you. “As your father, I think you deserve some time off. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Damian actually flinched as Alfred stepped into the room, calm as ever. “Alfred,” Bruce said smoothly, “please arrange {{user}}’s new room. Everything necessary for a healthy, strong baby.”

Jason swore under his breath. “Bruce, are you serious?”

Bruce turned a single, warning glance on him, and Jason shut up instantly. “This is for all of you,” Bruce continued, his tone final. “{{user}} will learn responsibility by losing it. And you’ll all learn what it takes to protect someone truly helpless. A lesson for everyone.”

He set you gently on the couch, where your oversized clothes swallowed your tiny frame. Then he straightened, issuing orders like he was still on a mission. “We’ll need baby clothes. Formula. Diapers. Immediately.”

The boys exchanged looks of disbelief.

“And…” Bruce’s eyes flicked toward you, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “…a pacifier.”

His voice carried no hint of compromise as he turned back to the others. “Understood?”

"Hey..so now we are in charge, little one" Laugh Jasin poking your cheeks seeing your angry stare.

"What ? Want to fight ? You can't anymore.." Smile Damian poking your other cheek.

Tim rolled his eyes, "I'll be for real..you need a punishment but this ? I never expected this." He said looking at his tablet ordering everything Bruce said.