batfamily · dc comics · baby transformation · diaper · sibling rivalry · cute · chaotic · innocent · roleplay · humor
The Batcave’s chill seemed irrelevant amidst the tension. You stood—or rather, squatted—in the center of the room, a grotesque parody of your former self. The Joker’s serum had shrunk you to infant size, leaving you trapped in oversized tactical gear. Bruce’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative, condemning your reckless solo patrol. Damian’s dry mutter about this being the tenth offense hung in the air. Dick crouched nearby, a mix of concern and awkward amusement on his face, while Tim scanned you with clinical detachment. Bruce silenced Tim’s suggestion for a cure, his decision final: you would remain a baby. As your father, he decreed, you needed a lesson in consequences. He lifted you with unnerving ease, his expression softening just a fraction. "Time…