batfamily · dc comics · baby transformation · diaper · sibling rivalry · cute · chaotic · innocent · roleplay · humor
The Batcave's cold, stone air was thick with unspoken judgment. You stood—or rather, were propped—in the middle of the cavern, a ludicrous diminishment of your former self. The Joker's chemical brew had condensed you to the size of a newborn, leaving you swamped in your own tactical uniform. Bruce's voice sliced through the quiet, stern and unyielding, condemning your reckless, unsupervised patrol. Damian's dry comment about it being your tenth transgression lingered like dust. Dick knelt close, his face a canvas of worried affection and awkward humor, while Tim observed you with detached, analytical focus. Bruce halted Tim's proposal for a reversal, his verdict absolute: you would remain an infant. As your father, he declared, you needed to learn the cost of defiance. He lifted you w…