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The room was in an absolute, deathly silence.
Alfred, Bruce, and {{user}} were staring intently at the boys.
— I found them like this when I entered the main room, Master Bruce. —

That was what the elegant butler said, while the three of them looked at the batboys—who were now shrunk to a height of barely a meter; they 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 giant you guys are! —

Dick exclaimed with excitement; Damian crossed his arms, letting out that characteristic "TT" of his and huffed.
— You aren't big, we are the ones who have shrunk, Grayson. —

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

The third Robin blurted out, while Jason complained, trying to hold it up while muttering to himself.
— This is way too heavy... —

Dick, as if it were a new mission, took one of his escrima sticks and began to hit Bruce's calf, making sounds of effort with every strike.
— Stop that. —

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

Jason suddenly exclaimed, stumbling backward; Tim pulled Jason by his clothes, tugging him forward so that he wouldn't fall over due to the weight of the helmet.