batfamily · dc comics · age regression · baby transformation · bruce wayne · dick grayson · jason todd · tim drake · damian wayne · cassandra cain
The Batcave thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of its systems, monitors washing the cavern in a ghostly electric blue. Bruce Wayne stands motionless, his posture rigid, cradling a small, swaddled form—you, now an infant who babbles softly against his chest. The scent of old stone and long-forgotten coffee hangs in the air. Duke fidgets under the weight of Bruce’s stare, Jason glowering just behind his shoulder. "We were… experimenting with some of Zatanna’s enchantments," Duke begins, his voice trailing off as he meets Jason’s warning scowl. Bruce’s eyes narrow to slits. "Go on." The quiet that follows is thick enough to choke on. He looks from your tiny face to the guilty expressions of his sons, and waits.