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This is my first DC comics story, not counting Teen Titans Go. I've written tons of Teen Titans Go stories. Thanks to whiteangelviv for the beta read.
Title: Chibi Madness
Summary: Tim is really going to have to kill Kon...
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Kon, and some Dick Grayson
Rating: PG should be sufficient
Genre: Humor
He supposed that he should have been wary of that huge puff of smoke. He was certainly aware that he shouldn’t have walked right into it. He didn’t need to be trained by the world’s greatest detective to know it was suspicious. Too bad that didn’t stop him. Now either the whole room had suddenly become five times as big, or it was the other way around… Tim had a sinking feeling it was the latter. The bewildered boy wonder brought his hands up to his face, and noticed that his hands were chubby and small… He was never ever going to hear the end of this from Dick.
Luckily, his trail of thoughts was promptly interrupted by a loud banging. Someone was coming. Just because he was tiny with a short, stumpy body didn’t mean he was helpless. Leaping up onto the humongous desk, he took another jump and blended himself in with the shadows. This would give him the element of surprise. When he pulled out a batarang from his utility belt, he noticed that it was every bit as small as him. It would have to do, he concluded, as he steadied it. Instead of the Joker, Riddler, or some other world class supervillain, Tim heard a familiar voice.
“Tim? Are you in here?” asked Kon uncertainly. Great, now Kon wasn’t going to ever let him hear the end of this, but at least he wasn’t the Joker. Although right now getting beaten up by the Joker didn’t seem to be such a bad option. “Tim?” Kon called out again, now floating a couple of inches above the ground. Might as well face the music, Tim concluded. He did another little flying leap, spreading his chibi legs and landing right in front of Kon.
“Tim? Is that you?” asked Kon with a face that was between horror and amusement. Not saying anything, he gave his best friend a nod with a fierce glare. Of course, coming from someone who was about 1 foot tall with his head taking up most of his body, it came out looking cuter than scary. Tim realized this when he heard the super teen burst out in laughter, clutching his sides. What had he expected anyways?
“Kon! This isn’t supposed to be a joke,” he snapped, impatiently. “I have to get back into my normal form!” Kon covered his face trying to stifle his laughs.
“What happened?” he asked, picking Tim up and cradling him, much to Tim’s dismay.
“There was a strange smoke, and I went to investigate. The next thing I knew, I was like this,” Tim explained, glad that instead of viewing this as a whole joke, Kon was actually starting to take it seriously. The wide grin on his face wasn’t helping any matters though. “You have to help me get my own form back.” Kon scratched his head. He looked around the dimly lighted room. There didn’t seem to be an antidote or anything of the sort.
“Do you want to go for the team, Nightwing or Batman?” he asked. “One of them might know what to do.” Kon was now ruffling little Tim’s hair like he was a tiny teddy bear. For revenge, Tim concluded that for Christmas he was buying Kon ten stuffed animals, and handing them out in front of all the titans, revealing that the super teen seemed to have a fetish for small things. Revenge would be sweet, but he couldn’t concentrate on that now.
Going to Batman as a chibi was going to be pure suicide. The dark knight would be concerned, but once he found out how Tim had just walked straight into the trap, would make sure he received a lovely lecture. The lecture could last anywhere between a whole week to two. He really wasn’t in the mood for that. Asking the Titans for help…he shook his head. There was no way he was going to do that. It would mean looking like a fool in front of them, but then again, Kon was going to make sure everyone knew of this anyways. Also, Bart kept a Batman plushie. There was no telling what would happen if Bart saw him like this. Finding Dick wasn’t the best option, but at least his surrogate brother would try to help him find a cure, after picking him up, spinning him around, and laughing his head off.
“Not Batman, I’d rather go find Nightwing,” he chose, although Dick was probably going to take lots of pictures for blackmail. Without warning, Kon pulled Tim into the air, flying off. Now he was getting air sick. This day was going great.
Zooming over the grey buildings of Bludhaven could have been fun in any other circumstances, but Tim wasn’t enjoying the ride. This was mainly because Kon continued playing with Tim like he was a plush doll of some sort. He was considering surgically removing Kon’s hand.
“Where can I find him?” asked Kon, landing on a nearby roof.
“He’ll meet us here. I called him when you were too distracted playing with my hair.” Tim explained, still glaring at his best friend.
“Hey, it’s not my fault, you’re a foot tall and you look like a plushie.” Kon retorted. They were interrupted by a silent figure creeping up behind them. A dark, gloved hand reached for Kon’s shoulder, creeping slowly in the darkness.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed Kon. Tim smirked, he really did scream like a little girl. Kon turned around to find himself face to face with Tim’s older brother. “The entire Bat Family is creepy and crazy! You could have given me a heart attack!” Dick’s smirk was every bit as big as Tim’s. Kon was surprised they weren’t related.
“So where’s Tim? What’s the problem?” Dick asked, crouching down on the rooftop, absolutely graceful. Now Kon could have his fun. Carefully he picked up Tim who gave out a nervous squeak, and promptly handed him over to Dick. Dick bit back a chuckle as he looked at his younger brother.
“Do you mind telling me what happened to you?” he asked, laughing, although not as hard as Kon. Tim stared back at him mustering up a feisty expression.
“We were investigating a strange warehouse. I entered a room, and found a suspicious looking cloud of smoke. I went to investigate, and this happened! Now I need to find a way to change back,” he yelled. Dick hoisted him higher in the air, and brought him face level.
“Gee, I don’t know… You’re pretty cute this way,” he snickered.
“Dick!” Tim cried out indignantly.
“See, Tim! I’m not the only one who thinks so!”
Tim swore they were both going on his death list. He was really getting sick and tired of being carried around.
“If you insist, I could try researching my files. There will probably be a cure in there somewhere,” Dick offered. At least now, he was trying to be helpful. Maybe that was the whole thing with the chibi business. You shocked everyone with your cuteness and their brains would shut down. After a few minutes they would be back to normal. He couldn’t help wondering if this would work with the villains, but no, they would probably just laugh themselves to death.
Dick was looking through his files. He was still in his Nightwing outfit because he was a paranoid freak. Kon was floating around, poking Tim repeatedly, since Tim had ordered him to never ever ruffle his hair again. Now, he found himself wishing Kon would go back to the petting. The poking was really getting irritating.
“Found it!” announced Dick. “You have come in contact with the chibitarotus spell. It basically turns anyone who touches it into a superdeformed version of themselves. The results are temporary, and should only last 24 hours.” He looked at Tim who was still squirming, trying to get away from his relentless poker.
“See, the spell was temporary. You don’t need to worry about anything,” commented Kon, who had finally gotten tired, and sat down on a comfortable chair. “Now we just have to wait until tomorrow morning for you to be back normal.” This was too bad. It would have been fun to have a one foot tall titan on the team, but it wasn’t very practical he had to admit.
“Well, he doesn’t have to worry about the spell… Timmy, it’s picture time!” yelled Dick, sticking his secret bat camera in poor Tim’s face. Tim took off as fast as he could on his chubby legs, with the two sadistic superheroes in pursuit. If they were going to torture him, they were going to have to catch him first.
Title: Chibi Madness
Summary: Tim is really going to have to kill Kon...
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Kon, and some Dick Grayson
Rating: PG should be sufficient
Genre: Humor
He supposed that he should have been wary of that huge puff of smoke. He was certainly aware that he shouldn’t have walked right into it. He didn’t need to be trained by the world’s greatest detective to know it was suspicious. Too bad that didn’t stop him. Now either the whole room had suddenly become five times as big, or it was the other way around… Tim had a sinking feeling it was the latter. The bewildered boy wonder brought his hands up to his face, and noticed that his hands were chubby and small… He was never ever going to hear the end of this from Dick.
Luckily, his trail of thoughts was promptly interrupted by a loud banging. Someone was coming. Just because he was tiny with a short, stumpy body didn’t mean he was helpless. Leaping up onto the humongous desk, he took another jump and blended himself in with the shadows. This would give him the element of surprise. When he pulled out a batarang from his utility belt, he noticed that it was every bit as small as him. It would have to do, he concluded, as he steadied it. Instead of the Joker, Riddler, or some other world class supervillain, Tim heard a familiar voice.
“Tim? Are you in here?” asked Kon uncertainly. Great, now Kon wasn’t going to ever let him hear the end of this, but at least he wasn’t the Joker. Although right now getting beaten up by the Joker didn’t seem to be such a bad option. “Tim?” Kon called out again, now floating a couple of inches above the ground. Might as well face the music, Tim concluded. He did another little flying leap, spreading his chibi legs and landing right in front of Kon.
“Tim? Is that you?” asked Kon with a face that was between horror and amusement. Not saying anything, he gave his best friend a nod with a fierce glare. Of course, coming from someone who was about 1 foot tall with his head taking up most of his body, it came out looking cuter than scary. Tim realized this when he heard the super teen burst out in laughter, clutching his sides. What had he expected anyways?
“Kon! This isn’t supposed to be a joke,” he snapped, impatiently. “I have to get back into my normal form!” Kon covered his face trying to stifle his laughs.
“What happened?” he asked, picking Tim up and cradling him, much to Tim’s dismay.
“There was a strange smoke, and I went to investigate. The next thing I knew, I was like this,” Tim explained, glad that instead of viewing this as a whole joke, Kon was actually starting to take it seriously. The wide grin on his face wasn’t helping any matters though. “You have to help me get my own form back.” Kon scratched his head. He looked around the dimly lighted room. There didn’t seem to be an antidote or anything of the sort.
“Do you want to go for the team, Nightwing or Batman?” he asked. “One of them might know what to do.” Kon was now ruffling little Tim’s hair like he was a tiny teddy bear. For revenge, Tim concluded that for Christmas he was buying Kon ten stuffed animals, and handing them out in front of all the titans, revealing that the super teen seemed to have a fetish for small things. Revenge would be sweet, but he couldn’t concentrate on that now.
Going to Batman as a chibi was going to be pure suicide. The dark knight would be concerned, but once he found out how Tim had just walked straight into the trap, would make sure he received a lovely lecture. The lecture could last anywhere between a whole week to two. He really wasn’t in the mood for that. Asking the Titans for help…he shook his head. There was no way he was going to do that. It would mean looking like a fool in front of them, but then again, Kon was going to make sure everyone knew of this anyways. Also, Bart kept a Batman plushie. There was no telling what would happen if Bart saw him like this. Finding Dick wasn’t the best option, but at least his surrogate brother would try to help him find a cure, after picking him up, spinning him around, and laughing his head off.
“Not Batman, I’d rather go find Nightwing,” he chose, although Dick was probably going to take lots of pictures for blackmail. Without warning, Kon pulled Tim into the air, flying off. Now he was getting air sick. This day was going great.
Zooming over the grey buildings of Bludhaven could have been fun in any other circumstances, but Tim wasn’t enjoying the ride. This was mainly because Kon continued playing with Tim like he was a plush doll of some sort. He was considering surgically removing Kon’s hand.
“Where can I find him?” asked Kon, landing on a nearby roof.
“He’ll meet us here. I called him when you were too distracted playing with my hair.” Tim explained, still glaring at his best friend.
“Hey, it’s not my fault, you’re a foot tall and you look like a plushie.” Kon retorted. They were interrupted by a silent figure creeping up behind them. A dark, gloved hand reached for Kon’s shoulder, creeping slowly in the darkness.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed Kon. Tim smirked, he really did scream like a little girl. Kon turned around to find himself face to face with Tim’s older brother. “The entire Bat Family is creepy and crazy! You could have given me a heart attack!” Dick’s smirk was every bit as big as Tim’s. Kon was surprised they weren’t related.
“So where’s Tim? What’s the problem?” Dick asked, crouching down on the rooftop, absolutely graceful. Now Kon could have his fun. Carefully he picked up Tim who gave out a nervous squeak, and promptly handed him over to Dick. Dick bit back a chuckle as he looked at his younger brother.
“Do you mind telling me what happened to you?” he asked, laughing, although not as hard as Kon. Tim stared back at him mustering up a feisty expression.
“We were investigating a strange warehouse. I entered a room, and found a suspicious looking cloud of smoke. I went to investigate, and this happened! Now I need to find a way to change back,” he yelled. Dick hoisted him higher in the air, and brought him face level.
“Gee, I don’t know… You’re pretty cute this way,” he snickered.
“Dick!” Tim cried out indignantly.
“See, Tim! I’m not the only one who thinks so!”
Tim swore they were both going on his death list. He was really getting sick and tired of being carried around.
“If you insist, I could try researching my files. There will probably be a cure in there somewhere,” Dick offered. At least now, he was trying to be helpful. Maybe that was the whole thing with the chibi business. You shocked everyone with your cuteness and their brains would shut down. After a few minutes they would be back to normal. He couldn’t help wondering if this would work with the villains, but no, they would probably just laugh themselves to death.
Dick was looking through his files. He was still in his Nightwing outfit because he was a paranoid freak. Kon was floating around, poking Tim repeatedly, since Tim had ordered him to never ever ruffle his hair again. Now, he found himself wishing Kon would go back to the petting. The poking was really getting irritating.
“Found it!” announced Dick. “You have come in contact with the chibitarotus spell. It basically turns anyone who touches it into a superdeformed version of themselves. The results are temporary, and should only last 24 hours.” He looked at Tim who was still squirming, trying to get away from his relentless poker.
“See, the spell was temporary. You don’t need to worry about anything,” commented Kon, who had finally gotten tired, and sat down on a comfortable chair. “Now we just have to wait until tomorrow morning for you to be back normal.” This was too bad. It would have been fun to have a one foot tall titan on the team, but it wasn’t very practical he had to admit.
“Well, he doesn’t have to worry about the spell… Timmy, it’s picture time!” yelled Dick, sticking his secret bat camera in poor Tim’s face. Tim took off as fast as he could on his chubby legs, with the two sadistic superheroes in pursuit. If they were going to torture him, they were going to have to catch him first.