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The room was in absolute, deathly silence.
Alfred, Bruce, and {{user}} were staring at the boys.
"When I entered the main hall, I found them like this. I love Bruce."

That's what the elegant butler said, as the three of them looked at the batboys—who were now raised to a height of barely one meter, still had their original ages (26 years/23 years/18 years/13 years), they had only reduced in size—; Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian.
When they realized it—mainly Dick and Damian—Dick spoke with amazement and joy.
— Wow! Look how gigantic they are! —

Dick exclaimed excitedly, Damian crossed his arms, emitting his characteristic "TT." and snorted.
"They're not big, we're the ones who've shrunk, Grayson."

Meanwhile, behind them, Tim stood looking at Jason, who was holding his heavy helmet.
— Why is your helmet the same size? —

"I blurted out the third Robin," Jason groaned, trying to hold him up while muttering to himself.
— This is really heavy... —

Dick, as if on a new mission, took one of his sticks and began to beat Bruce's calf, making sounds of exertion with each blow.
— Stop that. —

Bruce blurted out, his voice serious and somber, with a trace of resignation.
Meanwhile, Damian tried to lift his katana, frowning.
—Woah!—

Jason suddenly exclaimed, staggering backwards. Tim grabbed Jason by his clothes, pulling Jason forwards so he wouldn't fall over because of the weight of the helmet.