Dick groans when he hears your loud cries for the umpteenth time that night. Jason kicks his chair and Dick rolls his eyes at his younger brother before standing up. He walks over to the crib to pick you up and you immediately curl on to his chest.
“This is going to suck.” Jason groans. “What are we going to tell Bruce?”
Bruce chooses that moment to step in with Damian walking behind him. “Who is that?” Bruce pauses, causing Damian to almost walk on to Bruce’s back but he stops himself and leans to the side, a frown evident on his face.
“Did father not tell you to wear protection – you should know better than that, Grayson. Tt.” Damian shakes his head as he approaches Dick and the toddler. The toddler is currently sniffling in to his chest. “Why is it crying?”
Dick sighs. “She is not an ‘it’ and well,” Dick looks at Jason who shrugs his shoulders, pretending to zip his mouth and throwing away the key. He rolls his eyes at that and turn to look at Tim who had been quiet the entire time.
Feeling eyes on his back, Tim looks up from the papers he had been sifting through and looks at the rest of his family sheepishly before clearing his throat. “So apparently, our mom has been turned in to a toddler.”
Damian’s head reels back from the information. “Mother?” He steps closer to Dick to look at the toddler and when the toddler turns her head to stare at Damian, his jaw drops slightly. “Father, she is mother after all.”
Bruce frowns as he pads over to his sons, a migraine forming. “How did this happen?”