Dick woke up dizzy, he sat up only to see he was still tiny. He sighed, and struggled to get out of the matchbox bed. When he got out of the bed he saw he slept in Tim's room on his shelf. Tim was still sleeping. Dick didn't want to wake him so he climbed down quietly and scurried across the floor. When he got to the door he groaned, he forgot Tim always keeps his door closed at night. He tried jumping to reach the knob but failed. Dick climbed back up the shelf and waited for Tim to wake up. After about 30 minutes of fiddling around, the door slammed open. In came Titus, who was Damian's dog, Titus was jumping up and down causing a lot of vibrations. Unfortunately, Dick was standing to close to the edge and fell off the shelf. Dick closed his eyes, and pray God would catch him. When he opened his eyes he saw a giant girl with short black hair and wearing black, lying on her stomach and arms reaching out.

"Cassandra!" Squealed Dick

"Hey Dickie, are you ok?" Asked Cassandra

"Never better." Dick smiled

Tim was up now, he got on his hands and knees worried Dick got hurt. Dick was fine and asked Tim if he could get Titus out, since he was the one who made him fall. Tim frowned and started dragging Titus out of his room.

"Did Bruce tell you what happened to me?" Asked Dick

"Yes, I rushed here as soon as I could." Said Cass

"You came out of Hong Kong for me?" That's really nice of you." Smiled Dick

Cassandra smiled and made a suggestion of getting some breakfast. Dick nodded and together they walked down to the kitchen.

When Cass and Dick came into the kitchen, they saw Steph, who came by early to see if Bruce needed help with Dick. At breakfast everyone talked about what they were going to do today, to help Dick. Stephanie and Cassandra decided to get doll clothes for Dick, so he didn't have to wear pieces of fabric every day.

"I'll come too." Offered Tim

"Won't it be weird to have a boy shopping for dolls' clothes?" Giggled Cass

Steph laughed, and suggested Tim stay home and take care of Dick. Tim signed and nodded in agreement. Jason and Damian were going to spend their day with video games. They could careless about Dick. Bruce soon came in the kitchen, grabbed his coffee and headed out to work.

"Alfred what's wrong with Bruce?" Asked Stephanie

"He stayed up very late, looking for a cure for Master Dick." Sighed Alfred

"Did he find one?" Asked Jason

"I'm afraid not." Sighed Alfred

"Oh." Said Dick looking down with disappointment

"I know what would make you feel better." smiled Tim

Dick looked up and grinned. Tim started to pet his head gently making him have his relaxing feeling again. Stephanie started to laugh at Dick's relaxing face. After about 5 minutes of stroking it was time for everyone to do their assignment.

The Girls left early so they could be back in time for lunch. Jason and Damian headed for the living room. That left Tim and Dick to decide what they were going to do. Dick wanted to relax today and take it easy. Tim smiled, and picked up Dick and took him to his room. Tim looked around his room for something relaxing to do, and then it hit him.

"Dick, want to draw?" Asked Tim

"Umm... I guess." Smiled Dick

"Cool, cause I was thinking I could trace you."

"Trace me?"

"Yeah, you lie down on a piece of paper and I trace you with a pencil."

"Ok that sounds fun."

Tim got out sheets of paper and a pack of sharp pencils. He laid down Dick, and spread him out into an X formation.

"Are you ready." Asked Tim

"Yep." Squeaked Dick

Tim started at the head and moved the pencil down to Dick's sides. Dick flinched and jumped.

"I'm sorry did I hurt you." Said Tim with concern

"No, it just tickles that's all."

Tim smile mischievously and got an evil idea. He got up from his writing desk, and went over to his supply box. He grabbed some tape, and a paint brush.

"Timmy what are you doing?" Dick asked with concern and excitement

"You'll see." Laughed Tim

Tim took 4 pieces of tape and taped Dick's arms and legs down to the paper. Dick thought it was part of the tracing game and played along.

"All done, now for the fun." Chuckled Tim as he clapped and rubbed his hands together

Dick's outfit was covering only his lower half, which made things easier for Tim. Dick still confused thought it was best for him to keep his mouth shut.

"Ready?" Smirked Tim

"I guess?" Confessed Dick not really sure what was happening

"Ok here we go." Tim said as he placed the paint brush on Dick's torso, and gently swiped it around Dick's ribs.

"Hahahahaha!!!" Laughed Dick

The paint brush was like several feathers, tied together on Dick's body. He laughed and move his tiny head from side to side, but unable to move due to the tape being so strong. Tim increased the pace a little more and moved the brush over to the armpit.

"Tim no not there please, don't you dare please." Begged Dick

Tim thought to himself if Dick was begging that much for him not to tickle him there, then that is where his sweet spot is.

"Oh you mean here." Tim said dumbly

"YES HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAP PLEASE HEH HEH HEH!!!!" Screamed Dick with even a bigger laugh

"I think your feet are jealous." Joked Tim

"No no no please Tim, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAP." Dick tried to kick his foot, but with the tape holding his leg down he knew he was doomed.

Tim decided to use his finger instead of the brush this time. He scratched Dick's neck, and slid his finger down onto his tiny stomach. Dick burst out laughing, struggling to get free.

"Tim please no more HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Don't..... STAAAAP." Giggled Dick

"Oh Don't Stop, ok I won't stop." Teased Tim

"You know what I meant." Laughed Dick

After about 2 hours of tickling, Tim finally stopped, and carefully pulled the tape off of Dick. Dick laid down panting and still giggling a little bit. Tim smiled he has never had so much fun with his brother in a long time.

"The girls should be back in an hour, want some punch?" Suggested Tim

"Yeah *pant*." Breathed Dick Heavily

With that the 2 brothers were off. They headed to the kitchen. When they got there they were surprised to see Barbara Gordon AKA Oracle. Sitting patiently in the doorway on her wheelchair.