#ageretober

The camera feeds were the only thing overtaking the large screen. Every room in their little one's apartment was secured in the best way they saw fit. The family will admit, it may be an obsession. But, how can they help themselves when they see that adorable face?

Yes, maybe they shouldn't have cameras hidden in their angels house. Yes, maybe they shouldn't spend hours following their precious one to every class or appointment or shift or store. Yes, maybe they shouldn't have hacked their baby's phone and laptop. And, yes, maybe they shouldn't have put a tracker and monitor in the bracelet they gave their little "friend".

In their defense, they simply can't help it. They've fallen in love with every little (heh) moment and look and smile and-

Okay, maybe they need a therapist.

The camera feed rolls on the batcomputer's screen. They can see your figure curled up on your bed with your favorite blanket and plush. They can see the bottle of milk you had already prepared for when you slipped. They can see the tv playing Dragon Tales. They can also hear your occasional giggle at the screen and your periodic yawns.

Dick and Tim are probably the most antsy. Tim's fingers scroll repeatedly to check the heart monitor in the bracelet. Dick's leg bounces as he sits staring. Jason and Damien are like statues. Damien is leaned forward with his chin in one hand as he stares between the camera feed and the heart monitor. Jason is leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed his eyes solely on your form on the screen. Duke and Stephanie are the loudest even as they talk in whispers. Duke can't help but coo every time you giggle or yawn. Stephanie keeps whispering little things about how cute you are. Cass and Bruce aren't in the cave. Cass is standing outside your window to ensure you're safe while in such a small state. Bruce is about to knock on your apartment door.

Everything is in place and everything is perfect. They won't take you home tonight, not yet. But soon, soon they'll bring their precious little baby home where you belong. Tonight though, tonight they'll do what they do every night. They'll watch over you with minimal interaction until you're comfortable enough to regress in front of them without prompt.

You giggled and squirmed as Mountain adjusted your outfit. You were feeling really little today, but thankfully, there wasn't anything going on in the ministry this evening. That meant you had a whole day to do whatever you wanted with your caregiver. You had heard Rain this morning briefly mention something called a 'lazy day.' That had sounded nice. The idea of getting to relax, not worry about chores or band practice, and instead sit on the couch watching tv seemed like a great idea.

"Come on, sweetheart, you gotta stop squirming so I can get your onesie on." Mountain's voice was sweet like sugar, but there was a hint of impatience wanting to seep through.

You were trying to settle, really, but you were just full of energy. Mountain sighed as you continued to wiggle, but he appreciated your attempt to sit still. Once the onesie was over your limps and buttoned up, he gently pulled your tail through the hole in the back. He checked to make sure everything was comfy for you, but you were just giggling over the cute outfit. It was an adorable footie pajama outfit. Black with white spiderwebs and an orange trim on the sleeves and collar. It was perfect for the Halloween season.

"Look at you, nice and bundled up now, huh?" He smiled as you nodded. "Alright, do you need anything before we head to the living room?"

"Umm.." You glanced around the room before getting up and waddling over to your blanket and plushie on the bed. You held them up, showing Mountain.

"Aw, of course, we couldn't forget those." Once he made sure you both had everything you needed, he offered out his hand to you, but you kept reaching up at him. "Does my little love want uppies?" At your eager nod, he hoisted you up against his hip, wrapping the blanket over your shoulders. "Such a sweet boy." He pressed a kiss against your forehead and made his way to the living room.

Once there, he set you down on the couch. Mountain couldn't help the smile on his face at your little form, all bundled up. You were absolutely adorable. From the way you held your plushie so close, the blanket wrapped around you, your slightly messy hair, even to the way you swung your feet back and forth. He just wanted to squeeze you tight and make sure you were safe.

"Alright, bug, I'm thinking.. hmm.." He pretended to be in thought for a moment, making a point of tapping his chin with his finger. "Hot cocoa? It'll make us nice and warm for our movie night."

You seemed to light up at the idea of hot chocolate. "Yeah! Can have m- ma'shmallows?"

"Oo, marshmallows are a wonderful idea, love! Can you be a really good boy for me and start looking for a movie while I work on the cocoa?" He held out the tv remote to you.

"Mhm!" You happily took the remote as Mountain walked just across the way to the kitchen.

You struggled with the remote a little, trying to remember how to work it in your fuzzy headspace. A happy giggle erupted from your throat as the tv flickered to life. The tv was responding to the mass onslaught of button pressing you were doing. The feel of the buttons under your fingers was nice, distracting you from why you even had the remote in the first place. Eventually, you navigated your way to a streaming service, but that was as far as things got. The remote was set aside in favour of playing with the bat plushie sitting in your lap. It had been a gift from Phantom after he found out about your regression and cared for you for the first time. Now, it was inseparable from you. The one time Rain had taken it to clean out a stain, you almost wrecked the whole den from a tantrum. Now they know to be very careful with your fluffy friends.

Mountain looked over from the kitchen, noticing the tv idle on the home screen of a streaming service. His eyes moved over to the couch, the corners of his lips tugging into a gentle smile at the sight of you playing with your stuffie. He hadn't fully expected to see a movie chosen by the time he was done, but at least you tried.

Mountain finished mixing up the hot cocoa, adding a splash of flavouring, then a handful of mini marshmallows, just the way you liked it. Carefully, he brought the two mugs over to the couch. He placed them on little pumpkin coasters before settling in next to you.

You were nibbling on the edge of the bat's wing but looked up when you saw Mountain's warm gaze on you. He just chuckled and reached out to ruffle your hair. "Having fun there, buddy?" His laugh is small but sweet at your shy look. "It's alright, baby boy." He pat his lap, offering up the space for you.

Mountain sipped on his hot chocolate as you climbed into his lap, situating yourself into a comfy position. He set his mug down on the table and looked back down at you. A sweet kiss was placed on top of your head as he grabbed the blanket to pull back over your lap. "Your hot cocoa is ready, but it's still a little too hot for you, baby boy." He held back a giggle at the sight of your pouty lip. "I know, I know, but we don't want a burnt tongue, do we? Let's look for a movie, and it'll be cooled down by start time, okay?"

You reluctantly agreed. As much as you wanted that delicious drink, you knew it would be worse to suffer through a burnt mouth. So you settled against Mountain's chest, babbling to him (and your stuffie) as he scrolled through options. He kept his large, warm hand on your side so you wouldn't move too far or squirm out of his lap. There were occasional nods and hums in response to your babbling. He wanted you to feel seen even if he had no clue what you were talking about. You were happy, and that's all that mattered to him.

Eventually, a cute Halloween movie, perfect for your regressed state, was found and put on. Mountain's heart almost melted at the way your eyes light up watching the screen. He helped you with your hot cocoa. Holding his hands on the mug with yours over his to make sure you didn't spill any. He knew how upsetting it'd be if you got anything on your outfit or plushie.

The rest of the night was peaceful. Both of you sipping your hot chocolate and watching movies for the season. It was perfect. Even more so when you drifted off to sleep after the third or fourth film. Mountain chuckled as he wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, his other hand carding through your hair.