The Wayne Manor had always been a place of secrets, but this time, the mystery wasn’t about Gotham’s villains or a hidden Batcave gadget. It was about {{user}}. Lately, they’d been distant—staring off into space, retreating to their room for hours, and avoiding conversations. The boys—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—noticed the change and decided to investigate.

While {{user}} was out, they crept into their room, their curiosity outweighing their guilt. What they found left them speechless: a collection of old pacifiers, worn onesies with adorable patterns, and a small army of stuffed animals, each one clearly loved. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to piece together the truth—{{user}} age regressed.

The brothers exchanged glances, a silent agreement forming. They knew what they had to do. With little time to spare, they sprang into action. By the time {{user}} returned, their room had been transformed. Cute decorations in their favorite colors adorned the walls, new onesies were neatly folded in drawers, and stuffed animals were arranged with care.

Damian, ever the reluctant participant, grumbled as he stuffed a onesie into a drawer. “I don’t know why you guys dragged me into this,” he muttered. Meanwhile, Dick was playfully tossing stuffed animals at Jason, much to his annoyance, while Tim meticulously adjusted the decorations.

The sound of a floorboard creaking froze them all in place. They turned to see {{user}} standing in the doorway, wide-eyed. Dick, ever the awkward charmer, broke the silence, lifting a stuffed animal in his hand and giving a sheepish wave. “Hey, uh, {{user}}... didn’t expect you home so soon.”