-ask and ye shall receive-

Once they'd gotten the kids changed, they carried them to breakfast, even Kaldur, though he was so embarrassed about his king carrying him that he'd buried his face in his sleeves. 

Bruce was hesitant to admit that he'd just had his best sleep in months; the toddler on his chest forcing him to stay put in bed until Dick began to squirm and fuss.

It was only eight am and Conner had already thrown a fit when they tried to change him, and was threatening a second if they called him 'baby' again. In their defense: he looked like a baby.

"I wann' help." M'gann chirped, reaching up to turn on the stove.

"No, no, no." Canary swept her off their feet, turning off the stove. "You're a little small to be operating that, sweetheart."

"No I'm not." She whined.

Canary set her down again. "Go sit with uncle J'onn, okay?"

They grumbled a little about not being allowed to help in her own kitchen, but sat at his uncle's feet obediently. J'onn, though not the most touchy person, knew that children needed physical contact, and thus scooped her up onto his lap.

"Hey!" Conner shouted as Flash opened the fridge. "That's ours!"

"Yeah!" M'gann exclaimed. People were always coming into the mountain and using their stuff without asking!

"Conner? M'gann?" Canary  bent to their height. "Is it okay if we use your food? We'll give you more money for groceries once you're big again."

The two aliens whispered across the table, before deciding: "Okay".

She thanked the children and poured them some juice. Flash located some yogurt and cereal for them. 

It was hard for the kids to eat; when you're used to your arm being 13 inches,  it's a bit jarring for it to be 8 inches, they spilled a fair bit of cereal-- much to their own ire. The adults didn't seem to share their frustrations, busily cleaning them up as if they couldn't do it on their own.

"We need to run some tests to tell if this deaging is biologic." Bats announced. "Flash?"

"Yep, can do." Barry replied, wiping his nephew's face clean. "We'll just need some blood, and maybe saliva or urine samples if we want to cover all out bases..."

"I'm not doing tests!" Conner announced to the kitchen at large. "I'm not going there!"

"Come on, b-- Conner, please?" Canary pleaded. "It'll only be a minute."

"No."

Meanwhile, the two-year-old was already working on cuffing his sleeve. Dick had his blood taken so often it was just routine for him. 

"If it's the med bay you don't like," Barry began, knowing many people were scared of hospitals, "We can take your blood out here."

"Really?"

"Sure."

Conner nodded and shut up. He still didn't like having tests run on him, but it was better to not be forced into a medical station. The med bay reminded him too much of CADMUS.

Artemis almost yawned herself off her chair, Oliver catching her at the last moment. "Careful kid."

She death-stared him. It wasn't like she meant to fall! It was only because she was stuck in this stupid little body she couldn't control properly!

Kaldur was having similar issues. His king was hovering over him carefully and it was awkward! He worked for this person, he tried to impress this person, and they were now babysitting him!

The feeling was somewhat unanimous across the children, it was so embarrassing! They were grown teenagers and here they were being baby-talked to and coddled. Why couldn't the league be normal about this?!

Once they'd finished their breakfast-- and had their blood samples taken-- they were each given a lollipop and were set on the carpet together to play.

"Tv?" Wally asked his uncle, rubbing the band aid on his arm.

"Sure kiddo," He struggled over the remote. "What do you wanna watch?"

"St. Trinians!" M'gann pleaded. "Please?"

"uhm... let's just put on something more appropriate." He put on PBS kids. 

Unimpressed with this decision, the kids sat crisscross in a circle to conspire. "They don't understand!" Artemis whined.

"Maybe we can write."  Conner proposed.

Dick looked down at his tiny, wobbly, hands. There was no way he could hold a pencil. "Not me."

"Not me." Wally agreed.

"Not me."

"I will." Kaldur volunteered. He quickly located someone's school bag and removed a marker and some scrap paper. He began writing, but his hand was sloppy and hard to read. Usually his hand writing was much cleaner. He set the pen down with a huff of frustration. He successfully held back the emotional reaction he was desperate to release. "Never mind." He sighed, showing his friends the folly of they plan. "Can't write."

The others groaned in defeat.

"Typing!" M'gann flew from the room as fast as possible, returning with her school laptop.

That went about as well as you can expect, their hands were all too small to type properly, and the two-finger typing was too slow. Then they got the laptop taken away because M'gann's pinned tabs-- which were mostly work or school stuff-- were deemed 'too inappropriate'. It wasn't her fault they were investigating a rather violent case!

The morning wore on, leaguers coming and going, taking turns babysitting the team while Bruce helicopter-parented over Dick.

Dick was just a tad sick of it. Don't get him wrong, he loved being the center of attention, just not like this.

He crawled halfway onto Wally's lap and snuggled against his best friend. He was inexplicably tired... Wally, who was very familiar with this, rubbed circle's on his back thoughtlessly. There's a reason they understood each other so well.

Bruce snatched the toddler off his friend, cradling him. 

"B!" Dick whined, kicking in protest. 

"I think Robin needs a nap." He told the room at large, somehow maintaining his frightening demeanor.

Wally almost laughed at his friend's misfortune, but didn't want to push his luck with the bat.

Dick complained all the way back to his guest room, and all the while as Bruce tucked him in. "No nap!" He expressed, putting great emphasis on the words.

"Dick, you're tired."

"No I'm not!"

Bruce sat on the end of the bed. He wouldn't leave until Dick was asleep.

Back with the others, Conner was pacing in the middle of the carpet, trying to calm his nervous system before he clocked somebody.

Artemis was getting irritated by this pacing, as she was with Wally's fidgeting. "Can you guys stop!" She ordered. She was definitely feeling overstimulated.

"What's wrong? Kaldur asked.

"too much..." She gestured violently, "Too much." 

"Hmm?" Wally asked, now nervously fidgeting even faster. 

Conner, insulted by the idea he should stop self-soothing, paced more violently, his hands over his ears.

Artemis stood, staggering away. She couldn't help being annoyed with them! 

"You alright kid?"

She glowered up at her mentor. "No."

Conner sat down in the middle of the room, rocking himself.

M'gann was trying to block it all out and watch the penguin show on TV.

"Okay," Kaldur announced, standing, "Everyone rest! We all need to rest!" And they did, if they were stuck there together for one more second they might start biting.

It was just too much, everything was too big, and their bodies couldn't do anything, the colours were brighter and they just couldn't manage.

"They're just fussy." Dinah said, lifting Artemis off the ground. "They're probably tired."

Despite stressing that they weren't, in fact, tired, they were still take back to bed for a nap.