"This really sucks," he looked at his own small self with a sigh. This had happened to him one time too many. He placed his own age about nine or ten, from the height and shape of his body, and prepared himself to deal with the instincts that came along with being a child that fuddled the rational areas of the mind. He had always been mature for his age, as he had said once, he hadn't been a kid since he was eight years old.

"Wait, what about the scientist?" His annoyingly high childlike voice rang out. Boy did that not fit in with the whole Batman scheme. "We have to look for clues, we have to find out where he went! He's gotta be a kid too, and we have to turn ourselves back. Where do you think you're going?"