I know I'm juggling between a few multichapter fics and I know I did a deaged story. I just wanted to do something with Tim and Jason. The idea just seemed fun.

Patrol was going pretty well. Each vigilante was on different sides of Gotham, taking on a target of their choosing. Nightwing had Two Face. Red Hood, Black Mask. Red Robin, Poison Ivy. And Batman and Robin were apprehending the Joker. Red Hood finished dealing with Black Mask and his illegal arms trade pretty quick, and decided to find Red Robin to help. He wasn't too worried about Red Robin, but he knew how Poison Ivy could get and giving his fellow red colored partner wouldn't hurt.

"I still don't understand why you feel the need to join me." Red Robin noted over the comlink. "I can handle Ivy."

"I know," Jason agreed, "but as your big brother, I have to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine. Besides, when have you been a conventionally concerned older brother? You did try to kill me in a Lazarus Pit induced rage."

Red Hood chuckled. Neither one could dispute that. But on the bright side, at least they had a sense of humor about it now.

"Well I'm still coming to help you." Red Hood stated.

"If you insist." Red Robin groaned. "I just don't see a need for…"

Static surged through their line, startling Red Hood. He was concerned about the sudden disconnect. With no explanation, he knew needed to reach his partner in crime.

"Red Robin?" Red Hood named.

The static cleared up long enough for Red Hood to hear shuffling and a scream. Without a visual or vocal ques, Red Hood was concerned. Red Robin could hold his own against Ivy for a while, so there shouldn't have been an issue as Red Hood made his way there.

"Red Robin!" Red hood shouted.

He hastily got to the park. He frantically looked around, hoping to find Red Robin fast. The sound of someone crying caught his attention as he followed it. It got louder the closer he got to it. And along the way, he saw several pieces of Red Robin's inventory.

When he found the source of the crying, Red Hood was floored. He couldn't believe it. He took his helmet off to make sure he was seeing what he did and he wasn't hallucinating or anything.

"Crap." Jason gasped.

Everyone returned to the Batcave. Having received a relatively obscure call from Red Hood, they were curious as to what was so urgent. As they got out of the Batmobile, they found Jason with his back to them.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked.

"We've got a problem." Jason stated.

Bruce figured as much, but didn't feel like commenting. That was a debate he wasn't willing to have. It was then that he realized that Jason seemed to be holding something in his arms. But since his back was to them, identifying what Jason was holding was impossible.

"What kind of problem?" Bruce asked.

"You're not going to believe this," Jason sighed, "but we've got a child on our hands."

Turning around, Jason revealed what he was holding. Frizzy hair and wide blue eyes blended with a small frame. A child in a red shirt and black pants anxiously sat in Jason's arms. Dick took a step towards them curiously.

"Who's this?" Dick inquired.

"Tim." Jason answered.

Everyone was puzzled by the declaration. He was holding a child, not a teenaged vigilante.

"Yeah right." Damian scoffed. "Todd's way older than this child. Who is he?"

"Tim." Jason argued, ready to explain what happened. "I just got Roman apprehended and was on my way to help him with Poison Ivy. I had him on the comlink when he was attacked. When I found him, he was like this, albeit too small for his Red Robin uniform."

In hindsight, it shouldn't have been that unusual of an occurrence. Especially when Poison Ivy, or any other gifted villain, was involved. Bruce took a good look at the child, intently studying the child. The wide eyed expression, though fearful, was curious. It also seemed vaguely familiar, but Bruce needed confirmation. Bruce glanced at Dick.

"Do we still have that picture that Tim got of him with you and your parents?" Bruce inquired.

"I think so." Dick recalled. "If I recall correctly, Tim keeps it framed on his dresser."

"Can you get it for me?"

"Sure."

Dick returned with the picture as quickly as he could. After handing it to Bruce, Bruce scanned it. It didn't take much for Bruce to mentally accept that it was, in fact, Tim. The only difference being hair length.

"That's him alright." Bruce confirmed, showing it to Damian.

"I told you." Jason reminded.

He was a little irked by their suspicions, feeling like they wasted time trying to confirm it. However, in the back of his mind, he knew they had to confirm it somehow since they weren't there. Bruce took a few steps towards. He was going to take Tim in an attempt to offer Jason a break.

It didn't go without notice. Or panic. Tim latched onto Jason even tighter. It startled Bruce a little.

"Get away." Tim shrieked.

"Tim, it's me." Bruce stated. "Jason's arms are probably getting tired."

Tim refused to let Jason go.

"No." Tim refused.

"He doesn't seem to remember anything." Jason stated. "When I found him, he tried to run away from me, but I managed to grab him. I calmly explain that I was a friend and that I would not hurt him." Jason turned his attention to Tim. "Remember what I told you. This is Bruce. He's a friend. So is Dick." Jason pointed Tim at Dick before showing him Damian. "And Damian. You already met Alfred. Do you mind going with Bruce?"

"No." Tim denied, looking at Jason. "You."

Jason was getting a little annoyed with Tim's arguing. It was reasonable when needed and humorous when Tim was flustered. A child arguing was just irritating.

"But Bruce won't hurt you."

"I don't care." Tim argued. "I want Jason."

Bruce wasn't offended by Tim's anxiety. With his lack of memory and Jason being the first person he saw, it wasn't a surprise that Tim was attached. It was actually kind of endearing given their past.

"Maybe it is better that you care for him." Bruce deduced.

"Okay…?" Jason confusingly accepted. "But why?"

"For starters, he's attached to you. It's not like he wants to go with anyone else. It also gives me a chance to investigate what hit him and why Poison Ivy did." Bruce glanced at Tim. "Plus you've always been good with kids. Maybe not Tim and Damian at first, but in my experience, you've always done well with kids."

Jason looked at Tim. Blue eyes were rimmed with tears. Tim was scared and confused. And as much as he would love to give Tim over to Bruce or Dick, someone who could care for a kid properly, Jason had to accept that he didn't want them. Wouldn't want them for a while.

"Okay." Jason repeated. "I'll do it."

I may work a little slower with this one. At least until I get one of my other fics done. I just wanted to get the first chapter up.