I found their idea in a comment section on a different book, so thank you FandomChild1000 for the idea! Somehow I've never seen anyone do it before 🤔
Damian- 10
Tim- 13
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Bruce had left on an off-world mission with the League, leaving Damian and Tim in Alfred's care. The man didn't have much trouble with them, but of course fights would break out every once in awhile. Now was one of those times.

Damian and Tim were both in the batcave having a screaming match which, soon, led to full on wrestling. "Boys!" Alfred called, to get them to stop.

Tim had just pushed Damian, then froze when he heard Alfred's yelling. Damian however, couldn't catch himself and fell onto a strange gun. A beam of blue light shot from it, hitting Alfred straight on.

"Alfred!" The two boys yelled in unison. When they could both see the damage they caused, they were left in shock. Their jaws nearly hit the floor. In front of them was a small toddler, not even 5. It was Alfred.

"I didn't know Alfred could be little." Damian said in astonishment. "What do you mean? He was a child at some point obviously." Tim snapped back. "I just thought he's always been old." Damian said again.

Tim hit him upside the head, "Look, we gotta find a way to fix this. Uh, go talk to him, see if he remembers us." Tim said awkwardly, pushing Damian forward. Damian turned to Tim and glared but faced forward to Alfred.

Damian sat on his knees so he could be at the toddler's height. "Um, hey?" He said, like he was asking a question. Alfred sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Hello, Mr." He said tiredly. "Do you remember my name?" Damian questioned. Alfred shook his head, "Sorry." Both Damian and Tim mentally cursed.

"Well my names Damian, and that's Tim behind me," Damian started. Alfred looked over to Tim, who awkwardly waved. "we are...." Damian paused to think. "Your babysitters!" Tim finished quickly.

Alfred looked at the two suspiciously, then began to take in his surroundings. "Where is this place?" He asked. Tim walked up and sat on his knees like Damian. "This is our secret hideout, so you can't tell anyone about it." Tim explained, a finger over his lips to indicate not to tell. He wasn't used to talking to small children.

Tim pulled Damian to the side, out of earshot of Alfred. "Should we call Bruce?," Tim whispered to Damian. "Are you actually insane?!" Damian replied quickly. "We'd be six feet under by the time he got here!" Tim nodded, "Fair point."

"So what should we do?" Damian asked. "Maybe we should call someone that wouldn't snitch on us to Bruce." Tim said. The two looked at each other and said, "nah" in perfect unison (who do you think they were thinking about??)

"Well we have about 32 hours before Bruce gets back. We should be able to find out a way to I reverse this by then." Tim said, hoping he was right. Damian nodded, both had looks of determination on their face. They both scooted over to talk to the now toddler to find that he was gone.

"He was out of our sight for 2 seconds! Where could he have gone?" Tim said, jumping to his feet. Damian did the same. They both began frantically looking around for Alfred. "This is the damn batcave, anything can kill you in here!" Tim yelled, looking behind the costume cases. "Calm down you idiot. We'll find him. There's only so many places he could have gone." Damian reasoned.

Two hours passed and there was still no sign of Alfred. Tim and Damian fell to the ground in exhaustion. Tim covered his face with his hands. "What are we going to do?" He whined, feeling hopeless. "I-I don't know, for once, I don't know." Damian said, appalled. "Not the time for self-discovery." Tim replied.

Before Damian could reply, a quiet rustling was heard in the corner. The two sat up instantly, running over to the noise. It came from behind a small trunk. Damian pulled it away, relief washing over the two.

There lay the toddler, asleep on the floor surrounded by candy wrappers. "Dammit, he found my stash!" Tim said annoyed. Damian eyed him with a weird look before kneeling down to the child. "Important thing is that we actually know where he is." Damian said. "Yeah I guess. Good thing I have my backup." Tim replied, the last part only under his breath. Damian rolled his eyes and picked up Alfred.

"We should lay Alfred somewhere and then examine that gun thing. Maybe see how to reverse this." Damian said. Tim nodded.

Damian laid Alfred on the chair in front of the bat computer. "Yknow, we actually make a pretty good team." Tim said picking up the strange weapon. "Why does Bruce even have this anyways?" Tim asked. Damian shrugged.

"It was the Jokers. It seemed more dangerous in his hands at the time. Perhaps I was wrong." A gruff voice said behind them. Tim froze and dropped the gun.

Bruce walked up and spun the chair that the deaged Alfred was asleep in. He sighed and looked at his two sons. "I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow." Tim said quickly. "We got done earlier than expected." Bruce stated simply. "But does anyone want to tell me why and how Alfred is now a toddler. I'm all ears."

Damian looked at Tim and Tim looked at Damian. "It was him!"

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Semi long chapter. Idk it's kinda bad. I see why no one does deaged Alfred. It's so much harder 😂 I hope you liked it tho!