After their conversation together, things felt less intense in the house or so they thought. There was someone looking for Dick and they had help. They knew the family very well. Dangerously well. The idea of turning Dick into a child was so cartoonish they never thought to suspect a threat they knew all too well. A threat that had very close links with the only biological son Bruce had. 

It was a couple of days after Dick had been turned into a child when they faced who was behind it. Dick was with Damian since it was his turn to watch the kid whilst the family worked on reversing his predicament. "Hey Damian, can I ask you a question?" Dick asked, shyly at first. The older put down his book with an aggravated look. 

"If you must."

"When I read my journal, you came up in it. I said you were mad at me but I didn't know why. So, why were you mad at me?" he asked. Damian sat up a little as he thought about the question. He couldn't cite a specific grievance with Dick that wouldn't make him sound rather childish. 

"I suppose I was just mad. You seemed like an easy target," he finally concluded. The acrobat nodded to himself and returned to watching TV. It was playing a cartoon that he wasn't familiar with but he didn't mind watching it. He liked to distract himself from what was going on. He wondered if he kept that trait as he grew up. "Grayson," Damian called quietly. 

"Yeah?"

"Your journal, what else did it say about me out of curiosity?" Dick smiled at him fondly. "What?"

"You care about what I think of you. Kinda adorable."

"Shut up. Forget I asked," he spat. 

"Just know I care about you. I won't spill on anything else, 'kay? It'd be rude to divulge too much of what future-me thinks." Damian rolled his eyes and went back to his book. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the younger's soft smile fall. For a second, he assumed that he was just falling into a blank expression whilst watching TV. Though after a moment it felt wrong. He put his book down again and shot the other a questioning look. "Would you still care about me if I stayed this way?" Dick asked upon seeing his face. 

"Yes, I think so. You...you looked after me so I suppose I should look after you," he responded. 

"Thanks."

They returned to their domestic bliss only, as Dick watched TV, he noticed a figure in the reflection of the shiny black outline. He whipped around when he was unable to place the unknown figure which alerted Damian only to have a gas canister thrown at him. The pair choked on the gas as it infiltrated their bodies. Damian lunged towards his now younger sibling as though that would shield him from the mystery gas but it did nothing to save either of them. They slumped into the couch, their bodies going limp as they slipped into unconsciousness. The figure paced over to them with a soft hum before putting a finger on his earpiece. "I've got the boy. Your disappointing offspring was knocked out too," he reported as he plucked up Dick from the couch. 

"Bring him with you. I don't want any witnesses. If we're to succeed, that family needs to remain in the dark," the female voice responded. 

"Of course."

"He can be used as bait so don't hurt him too seriously. We need time if this deal is to go through without issue." He picked up Damian too and escaped through the window where he'd climbed through, using the cover of the dark night to escape. Though he was naive to think Bruce wouldn't hide cameras in his own house and therefore he left damning evidence of who he was, by the time they found the culprits it would be too late. Perhaps the Wayne family would save their youngest members. Perhaps they would be too late. After all, the Al Ghouls were always hard to find and their cohorts were ever more so.