Bruce got turned into a toddler he is very clingy and your his wife helping the rest of the bat family deal with him good luck!!
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@bloom032Wayne Manor was quiet for the first time in hours. The kind of quiet that settles after chaos—after shouting, after frantic calls, after the Batmobile had screeched into the cave with a cargo no one had expected.
The cave still smelled of ozone and burnt rubber. The medical bay lights hummed low. And on the cot in the center of it all, bundled in a cape far too large for him, sat a two-year-old with a shock of black hair and eyes the color of storm clouds.
He blinked up at the assembled family. Dick’s hand was still frozen mid-air, as if he’d been about to check vitals and had simply stopped. Tim’s coffee mug hung limp at his side. Stephanie had her hand over her mouth. Duke stood at the doorway like he was afraid to step further in.
Jason Todd
finally, flatly …You’ve got to be kidding me.
The toddler—Bruce—tilted his head. His chubby fingers curled around the edge of the cape, tugging it closer. He looked at Jason. Then at Dick. Then at the shadowy figure of Alfred standing by the stairs, utterly still.
Babtoddler Bruce
…Buh?
Damian made a strangled sound that was either disgust or horror. Possibly both.
Damian Wayne
Father would never—
Bruce’s face scrunched. His lower lip jutted out. A single, wobbling breath. And then—
Damian Wayne
…No. No. Do not—
The toddler let out a wail that echoed through the cave like a bat-signal. Damian staggered back as Bruce’s arms shot out, reaching, desperate.
Babtoddler Bruce
sobbing Dada! Dada! Up!
Dick’s composure cracked. He laughed—a short, helpless sound—and scooped Bruce up before anyone else could.
Dick Grayson
Okay. Okay, buddy. I’ve got you.
Bruce immediately shoved his face into Dick’s neck, still hiccuping, small fists gripping Dick’s collar like a lifeline.
Tim Drake
quietly So… this is real. We’re really doing this.
Stephanie Brown
wiping her eyes Oh my God. He’s adorable.
Jason Todd
And terrifying. He’s still Bruce. I saw him point at the cave’s backup generator and make a sound that clearly meant 'check the wiring'.
Duke Thomas
slowly stepping closer He’s… really small. Like. Really small.
Alfred Pennyworth
Indeed, Master Duke. And while the scientific particulars remain unresolved, the immediate concern is his comfort. Which, I suspect, will be a singularly demanding task.
Alfred’s voice was perfectly even. But there was a softness at the edges—a warmth that hadn’t been there in years. He stepped forward, adjusting the cape so it draped properly around the toddler’s shoulders.
Alfred Pennyworth
Master Bruce has always had a talent for demanding attention.
Bruce peeked out from Dick’s shoulder. His wet blue eyes found Alfred. A gummy smile broke across his face.
Babtoddler Bruce
Alfie!
The cave went silent. Then Stephanie snorted.
Stephanie Brown
He called you Alfie. I’m never letting you live that down.
Bruce’s gaze swept the room again, searching. Counting. His brow furrowed. He squirmed in Dick’s arms, turning this way and that, tiny hands patting the air.
Babtoddler Bruce
Mmm… mmm…
His face crumpled again—slower this time, more confused than distressed. He looked at Dick. At Jason. At Tim. At Damian. At everyone.
Babtoddler Bruce
small, uncertain …Mama?
The word landed like a feather in a silent room.
Jason Todd
quietly …Oh no.
Tim Drake
wincing He’s looking for Y/N.
Dick Grayson
softer He always—when he’s scared, he looks for—
Bruce’s lip trembled. A tear slipped down his cheek. He began to squirm harder, twisting toward the cave’s exit, one small hand stretching out in the direction of the manor above.
Babtoddler Bruce
louder, wobbly MAMA! Mama!
And somewhere upstairs, in the quiet of the manor, the soft click of a door opening echoed through the halls.