Summary: Dick Grayson has been shrunk down and has to survive a week being six inches tall in Gotham. What adventures will the mini hero go through during this time?

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A miniscule scream was heard coming from the dresser in Damian's room as Dick was free falling down to the ground at a rapid pace. It was incredibly hard to try and regain his balance as his body was spinning around uncontrollably midair.

Is this really how it ends? He thought to himself, shutting his eyes tightly as he prepared for his inevitable doom.

But there was no splat. Instead, he heard a loud thud and he found his body colliding to a thick yellow sponge. Damian had threw himself over to the ground the moment he heard the squealing and saw the mini body falling. Dick lived for another day.

"Grayson!" Dick immediately cringed at the booming voice "Be careful-you could have died you insect! What would father and the others think of me if you died by falling off my dresser!"

Despite having his ears covered, the voice was perfectly clear and Dick looked up at a ticked off Damian, slowly uncovering his ears, "It wasn't my fault though Dami...your pen was in the way!" He shouted, crossing his arms and pouting as cutely as he could. It was a rare moment where Dick was glad that he was six inches tall since he looked positively adorable with his pouty look. Even though it had worked in the past with getting Damian to take him around, this time it was met with Damian narrowing his eyes more.

"Your looks will not work this time Grayson. Be. Careful. Or. Else." Getting up, Damian walked over to his bed once again and smacked the sponge down to his nightstand so he could keep a closer eye on Dick. The impact caused the mini to fall forward and hit his head to the hard wood of the nightstand.

Rubbing his forehead, he stuck out his tongue at Damian whom laid back down on his bed and continued to read his book.

It had been two days since Dick had been shrunk during his patrolling with Damian at Bludhaven in the night. It had started off like any other patrol with a simple robbery call that lead off to a car chase. Eventually the criminals had crashed their car to a street light and got out to make their escape by running through an alley. Nightwing and Robin though were hot on their trail with their old Batmobile closing in. The two jumped out as well and ran after the criminals. Robin took care of the taller individual since he always felt the need having to prove himself that he was the best. Nightwing rolled his eyes in seeing this and decided he was going to scold Damian right after they apprehended the criminals about leaving the taller men to him.

Running right after the scrawnier male, the guy had cornered himself against a fence. He wasn't that fit enough to climb up quickly to get away. Panic set in as he reached into his trench coat and pulled out a ray gun, shooting at Nightwing whom had been in midair of his tackle.

The bright light was enough to make Damian pause and get punched across the face. He had seen that very moment where the blue light zapped Nightwing and saw him immediately disappear with his outfit, mask and weapons being the only things left behind. This enraged Damian to go ballistic and beat the criminals to a bloody pulp since in his mind, Dick had died before his eyes.

Damian left the men dangling in the alley way on an emergency staircase and he went back to Nightwing's outfit, falling to his knees and picked up the sleeves. A single tear ran down his right eye as he clutched the clothing tighter to his chest and that initiated a loud screech.

At first, Damian ignored the screeching noises since he thought it was merely a rat since he was in an alley way after all. Damian started to sob quietly to himself since he knew he could do it freely since no one was watching. The screeching continued though but at a louder rate that it started to irritate Damian since he couldn't mourn in peace.

"EEEEEEEEEE-"
"Mmmmghhhnn! You goddamn rat!" Standing up, Damian pulled out a knife and started to search around the alley for the rat. He didn't commend killing animals but right this moment, he wasn't thinking properly since Dick had just "died". There was no sign of the rat in the alley and Damian wondered if it had just ran off.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around to go back to Nightwing's outfit and saw a tiny lump moving inside the outfit. Thinking that was where the rat had went inside, he stormed forward and ripped the neck opening of the spandex so he could see the rat. Another screech was let out as Dick reached for the torn piece of his oversized outfit and covered his body, "NO NO NO DAMIAN! DON'T STAB ME!" He screamed.

There was a brief silence as Damian stayed frozen in his spot with his right arm still up in the air, the knife pointing down so it could be thrusted to stab its target.

"Gr-Grayson?" The knife was let go and Dick released a yelp since the knife was a mere inch away from slicing him in half when it landed.

"BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU DROP THAT THING!" Dick shouted once more, moving back. Each step he took, he pulled the fabric with him.

"Y-you're alive...but small?" Damian leaned forward as Dick continued to step backwards but ended up tripping on a pebble and falling on his behind.

"Y-yes I am small captain obvious! Help me up!" Dick snapped.

"Tt." Damian nonetheless picked up the tiny Dick Grayson between his right thumb and index finger, revealing that the mini male was naked. Anyone rarely saw Damian laugh but right at this moment, his lips twitched to a smile before he let out a laugh. Dick covered his ears as they began to ring from the loud bellow, "H-HEY! YOU'RE TOO LOUD! STOP LAUGHING!"

Damian continued to laugh though for a good minute before stopping. He used his free hand to wipe away his tears.

"Not only is the great Grayson shrunk but he is also naked. This is too rich." Damian snickered, making Dick pout.

"It's not funny Damian! This is serious! Now take me to Bruce quickly so we can reverse this!"

"Yeah yeah. We're going." Damian smirked before snatching Nightwing's outfit off the ground. Going back to the criminals whom were still knocked out and bleeding, he grabbed the ray gun he destroyed and threw it back into the Batmobile he had borrowed from his father. Just to add more to his amusement, he put the seatbelt on for the passenger side and Dick found himself squished against the leather seat and the polyester of the seat belt.

"Hang on tight, little man." Damian turned on the engine and drove back to Gotham.

Author's Notes: I hope you guys liked it! This was literally something that came up in my mind as I was drawing a mini Dick Grayson sleeping in Damian's hoodie on my bed. This is going to be pretty much my attempt at humor and how life would be if Dick Grayson was shrunk down for a few days. No idea if anyone would like it enough for me to continue it but we shall see~

This chapter I admit was rather short since I am just barely setting the mood but I will expand on the plotline and add more characters and mishaps during the next chapter :3