OMG!!! Alfred changing Jason PLS!!! Nothing would make Jason littler than his grandpa’s unconditional love! Bruce would come home to the littlest baby to ever exist!!!! 😻
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, DARLING!! 😌✨
Jason would be the tiniest, most spoiled, absolute babiest baby EVER the second Alfred gets involved!!
Like, no dignity left, just tiny whimpers and grabby hands for his Grandpa!!! 😭🍼
Batman's brood had swept out into the night, capes trailing behind them like shadows. Jason hadn't gone. Not tonight. His fingers had fumbled the snaps on his onesie too many times, and his paci had been tucked firmly in his mouth all day. He was too little. And that was okay. Alfred had insisted it was a perfect night for snuggles, soup, and a story or two before a cozy nap.
Now the lights were dim. The television played a low lullaby loop on the screen, the glow casting soft shadows across the living room. Jason, curled sideways on the couch in a navy-blue snap-crotch onesie with little stars on it, snuggled a plush bat-winged bunny to his chest. His thumb twitched now and then, but the pacifier bobbing rhythmically in his mouth had lulled him into deep sleep.
Jason shifted, murmured around the paci. Then he whimpered. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and wet. His legs wriggled slightly, onesie bunching at his hips as he instinctively curled up tighter. A warm, wet squish followed the movement, and he froze.
“Mm-mm... G’mpa…” he whimpered softly, eyes shiny, cheeks pink. “G’mpa Al…”
His call didn’t need to be loud. Somehow, it never did.
Footsteps sounded gently from the hallway before the stately figure of Alfred Pennyworth appeared, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched on his nose, a soft, knowing expression on his face.
"Master Jason," he said warmly. "What's the matter, my dear boy?"
Jason ducked his face into his plushie and shook his head, embarrassed beyond words. The paci bobbed harder in his mouth now, his breathing quick and shallow. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to. Not even to Alfred.
But Alfred simply sat on the ottoman beside the couch, rested a hand gently on Jason’s back, and hummed low and thoughtfully.
Then: “I believe I understand.”
“It’s alright,” Alfred said gently, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s hairline. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my lamb. Come now. Let’s get you freshened up, hmm? A proper little prince like you deserves dry padding and a cuddle.”
Jason whined, clinging harder to the bunny. His legs were still curled under him, and his onesie clung damply around his bottom. “D’ wanna be a baby…” he mumbled, face flaming.
“You're not being a baby,” Alfred replied without missing a beat, scooping Jason up in his arms with the practiced grace of someone who'd done it a thousand times. “You're being my darling boy. And my darling boy is allowed to be comfortable and cared for. Come now.”
Jason didn’t argue again.
He just sucked on his paci and hid his face in Alfred’s shoulder as the older man carried him upstairs, not to his room, but to the nursery tucked just behind the master bedroom. It smelled like lavender, powder, and something soft Jason never quite had the words for.
Alfred laid him gently down on the changing table, expertly supporting his head until it rested on the padded cushion.
“Arms up for me, young sir.”
Jason obeyed, feeling very small as Alfred unsnapped the buttons of the onesie, one by one, lifting the damp fabric to his chest. The cool air hit his wet diaper, making him squirm a little.
Alfred tutted kindly. “There we are. Just a little leaky, but nothing we can’t fix.”
The tapes peeled away with that distinct soft rip, and Jason whimpered again. But Alfred wasn’t bothered. Not even a little. He simply rolled up the used diaper, wiped Jason’s skin carefully with warm baby wipes, in slow, gentle motions, never rushing, never speaking louder than a murmur.
“You’ve done so well, love,” Alfred said soothingly. “All fresh in no time.”
Jason peeked up at him through his lashes, eyes huge. He was blushing so hard his ears were pink.
Alfred smiled. “I know. It’s not always easy to let someone take care of you. But I love taking care of you.”
Then came the powder, sprinkled lightly and patted in with a soft cloth. Jason made a tiny sighing sound, like a kitten, as Alfred opened the clean, extra fluffy diaper — pale blue with tiny cartoon clouds — and slid it under him. A few snug motions later, the tapes were in place.
Snap by snap, Alfred closed the onesie again, fingers deft despite his age.
“There we are. My good lad, clean as a whistle and twice as sweet.”
Jason didn’t respond. His paci had fallen slack between his lips, and he was blinking up at Alfred like his heart had just grown three sizes. His arms reached up, wobbly and wordless.
Alfred scooped him back into his arms.
Downstairs again, not the couch this time, but the big armchair by the fireplace, where Alfred settled in with Jason curled on his lap like the tiniest baby bird. Jason still didn’t speak. He just hid against Alfred’s chest, heart thudding softly, overwhelmed by love. Real love. Safe love. Forever kind of love.
And then — a soft hum. A lullaby, familiar as breath.
🎵 “Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry, go to sleepy little baby…” 🎵
Jason blinked slowly, lashes fluttering as Alfred rocked them gently.
🎵 “When you wake, you shall have, all the pretty little horses…” 🎵
A warm hand rubbed his back. The paci fell from Jason’s lips. He didn’t notice.
He was asleep before the verse ended — diapered, snuggled, adored.
The Batcave’s secret entrance clicked open.
Bruce stepped inside the manor, dropping his cowl, frowning slightly. “Alfred? Jason?”
He didn’t have to wait long.
In the living room, Alfred sat in the rocker by the fireplace, a tiny, fast-asleep Jason cradled on his lap in a thick diaper and starry onesie, a paci dangling from the armrest beside him.
“Shh,” Alfred whispered with a soft smile. “He’s had a long day. And he’s been my littlest treasure all evening.”
Jason’s thumb had slipped into his mouth. One fist clutched Alfred’s shirt. And that look on his face…
Bruce’s heart nearly exploded.
“…He’s the littlest baby to ever exist,” Bruce whispered reverently.
Alfred just nodded, still rocking.
And nothing had ever been more true.
(In this house, we don't question how Alfred can pick up Jason. He just can. He'd pick up Bruce if he had to. Those are his babies.)
Would you like a part two where Bruce joins in and Jason stays tiny for the rest of the night? Or maybe the others come home and get melty seeing how baby their Red Hood is? 😻
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