-Stick Around till the end to see some drawings of toddler!team-

M'gann and Conner, it turned out, didn't keep much in the way of healthy food in the mountain, so they settled on feeding the kids vanilla yogurt.

This didn't seem like an issue initially, but after watching a few kids fight to steer their spoons into their (much smaller than usual) mouths it was obvious that they were struggling with fine motor control and Kinesthesia.

The league didn't mind, the children would soon have clean clothes so they tried not to worry about the mess they were making.

The team didn't like it though. It was clear that they were taking the demotion from super competent crime fighters to toddlers who could barely able to feed themselves rather hard. All of their previous grace and efficiency had been cut back to that of a child and it was a tough adjustment.

"UGH!" Artemis grunted as she fumbled and dropped the big metal spoon again. "Come on!"

Oliver laughed, prompting her to glower at him. It wasn't funny. She was literally struggling to control her fingers and he was laughing!

"I should get a picture for her mom."

"NO!" Artemis squirmed back in her chair, covering her face. This was not her proudest moment and she did not need it saved for posterity. 

Dick had, like the others, been a bit too short for the table, but unlike the others instead of sitting on books or standing on their chairs, he was sat on Batman's lap. Mind, he had not chosen this, Bruce was just being weirdly clingy for some reason. Still, he felt a little bad for dropping yogurt on the dark knight's costume-- mostly cause he knew if he didn't look like a baby at the time, he'd definitely get in trouble for it.

At least he hadn't made as much of a mess as Wally; the boy had been starving, and wolfed down the yogurt so fast his face was covered. Barry located a washcloth and grabbed his nephew's chin. "C'mere."

"Barry!" Wally whined, still slurring those 'R's.

"You're filthy, Come on."

Before they could argue much more, there was the soft clicking of high heels. Dinah entered stage right, with a tote bag and two grocery bags draped up her arms. "Sorry if anything isn't doesn't fit, I was trying to get in and out as fast as possible." She began unpacking everything on the sofa.

"I think it's time we got the children into clean clothes."

The toddler clothes were squeal-inducingly cute, which, if anything, was worse for the kids than staying in their huge shirts. Half the children (Artemis, Conner and Dick) fought brutally, the other three resigned themselves to being changed by an adult and tried to ignore their shyness. 

Soon each toddler was dressed and had been sat on the living room rug to play. At first they were a bit too embarrassed to meet each others eyes, feeling quite silly in their new clothes, but once the adults backed off a little they began babbling back and forth.

As they did so, Batman began searching their mission reports for what could have caused this. It wasn't hard to draw a connection between the 'failed spell' from the previous night's fight and their sudden regression.

Now that they knew it was magical they just had to wait for Fate to show up again. Zatanna was young and grieving, they couldn't bother her with more stress, so they had no option but to send out a  message for Doctor Fate and hope they heard back soon.

At first the kids were cranky, demanding to watch something more grownup, but soon, after about an episode and-a-half of Baby Van Gogh, the children were starting to drop. Most of them had been in bed late and up early, and their tiny brains and bodies just couldn't take much more.

Dick was the first domino, letting out a little yawn and nuzzling into the couch cushion cover, his mouth slightly agape.

Then M'gann started emitting soft snores, her skin rippling and contorting in her sleep. Red Tornado assured everyone that she'd told him that was normal.

Artemis and Wally tried to outlast each other, but it didn't matter, because even though Artemis won, they dozed off within five minutes of each other. 

Conner tried his best to stay awake; everyone knew that naps were for little kids, and even though they'd dressed him in a pullup and overalls, he was adamant that he was still a big kid.

Conner fell asleep shortly after the others, his thumb drifting up to his lips. He'd inadvertently pinned Kaldur down, and soon the older boy was unconscious too; snuggling into his friend like he was a teddy bear.

With all the kids out cold there was finally time to breathe. The entire affair so far had been one thing after another and frankly the adults were tired too.

"Well we can't just send them home," Oliver said at last, "Paula has a hard enough time running that household without a baby running around."

"Same with Wally's folks," Barry added, tussling the boy's hair as he slept, "They both work full time. Speaking of which, I had to call in sick for the morning, but I'm needed back this afternoon."

"If only we had two people with no real job who could afford to miss countless days caring for them..." Dinah hummed.

Bruce and Oliver seemed threatened by this. "Tornado--" 

"No offence to Red Tornado, but he's only been studying teenage behavior, I think dropping him in as a primary caregiver for six toddlers might be a bit out of his depth."

"Unfortunately I must agree with Black Canary, I fear it would endanger the team to leave me alone with them, what with my extremely limited experience with children."

"What makes you think we'd be any better with toddlers?" Oliver demanded.

"Well for one thing: you both used to be them." She leaned in, threatening to peck her partner on the cheek, but ultimately deciding it would be unprofessional. "And for another: come on, surely two experienced heroes can handle a couple afternoons babysitting."

Around lunch Dinah, Barry and Orin went their separate ways, leaving Bruce and Oliver with the kids.

When the team started waking up they noticed a couple of the kids looked a little off: all pink and nervous, one of them even had tears in their eyes.

Bruce was the first one to think of checking their pullups, which mortified all of the kids, especially the ones who ended up being walked from the room to be changed.

After that, which made both the men and kids uncomfortable, Bruce decided to handle lunch (or more specifically he decided to let Oliver handle the kids while he handled lunch).