Where do I start?
This was probably not what you expected to see but this was what happened when I finished writing it. It was really fun when I tried to imagine how the boys would react to a kid in the family. Thank you for sending in your prompt and I hope you enjoy this.
PS: I have always wanted to know this: do you guys prefer long(er) imagines or drabbles? Because sometimes, I feel bad when it’s a little bit short but at the same time, I feel bad when what I post is too long too. Anyways, comment below if you have something to say about it.
Bruce lets out a rough sigh as he stares at his current problem that is running around, jumping and laughing happily as you chase after Titus – who is, by the way, more than happy to let you chase him.
“Doggy!” You cry out happily when Titus slows down a bit, letting you throw yourself on to his big body. Titus barks ecstatically, turning to lick at your face. “Hehe, doggy.”
“What am I going to do, Alfred?” Bruce runs a hand through his hair, making it more disheveled than it already is. Despite being The Batman and able to face his fears head on, there are a lot of things Bruce does not know how to handle – this situation is one for example.
Somehow Bruce had only taken his eyes off of you when a beam shot out from somewhere far and just as it was about to hit him, you had jumped right in front of him, getting hit by the beam of light instead. It had taken him a while too to locate you because that beam blasted you a few buildings away from him. Imagine his surprise when instead of seeing you, he saw your three-year-old self instead.
Now here he is, wondering how he is going to tell his kids about the situation.
“Perhaps the best decision is to tell the young masters the truth.” Alfred says solemnly. Although he has helped Bruce with literally a whole lot of things, this is a situation that he knows no solution to. Alfred does not even know where to start with trying to help find out how to turn you back to normal.
“Tell us what?” Dick pops up out of the blue. One by one, the rest of the boys all start showing up. Jason and Tim are quietly talking to themselves but promptly stopped when they spotted the young kid.
“Tt.” Damian frowns. “Did father decide to adopt another kid?” He huffs, narrowing his eyes at the kid.
Bruce shares a look with Alfred.
“Who is the little punk?” Jason asks, snickering when you decide to climb on top of Titus. “Picked someone off the streets again?”
“There is something I have to tell all of you.” Bruce starts but before he could even begin to explain, Tim speaks up.
“Wait… where’s Y/N?” Tim frowns.
Jason takes a second look at you and he freezes. “Y/N?”
You look away from Titus. “That’s my name!” You exclaim happily, grinning at the man in front of you. “Who are you? You have a weird mask.”
“What happened, Bruce?” Dick heads over to Bruce, with a worried expression on his face. A few hours ago, he had talked to you and even made plans to get dinner with you sometime this week and now, you are a few years younger. “We were going to go for dinner this week.”
Damian approaches you. He stares at you and you stare right back at him, still patting Titus’s head. Titus, upon seeing Damian, starts to bark excitedly. You stare at Titus before turning to look at the boy in front of you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N!” You grin at him and Damian simply raises one of his eyebrows. “Who are you? Do I know you? You look funny.”
“Damian, pleased to meet your acquaintance.” Damian deadpans and you giggle as you try to repeat after what he had just said but it was just too hard for you so you babble instead.
“Why doesn’t Y/N remember any of us?” Tim frowns as he stares at you.
Jason approaches you and kneels down right in front of you. You look away from Damian when the man approaches. “Hi, Y/N. My name is Jason.” He takes off all of his masks and gives you a small smile. You place both of your hands on his cheeks, squeezing his cheeks, giggling to yourself.
“I think it is better for you to begin your explanation right now, Master Bruce.” Alfred points out and Bruce resists the urge to sigh once more. He is not looking forward to having all of his boys on him, demanding answers for questions Bruce does not have all of the answers to it.