-I didn't really elaborate, but in my big boy galaxy brain, I imagine Dick's onesie looking like the classic Robin costume. Imagine the pixie boots if you'd like.-

Bruce was managing poorly. Dick was refusing to let go and if he was able to put the baby down, or pass him to anyone else, his foster son would cry and scream to be put back.

That's actually how they figured out that Dick still remembered a couple words. Well, one word: Daddy.

Of course, once Dick realized that he knew a word, and that it applied to his foster father, he was repeating it nonstop. Which the majority of the league found hilarious and adorable: watching the dark knight completely out of his element while the world's cutest one-year-old clutched him like a lifesaver and gleefully proclaimed that Bruce was, in fact, his father.

Unable to pass the boy off to anyone, Bruce awkwardly clutched the baby and went to the next room, shutting the door, to call Alfred for help.

Dick was overjoyed to see Alfred's face appear on screen, meanwhile Bruce tried desperately to explain this damn situation. Have you ever tried explaining to your elderly English butler that your foster son had been spontaneously turned into an infant while fighting crime? Thought not.

It took (Objectively) too long for Bruce to figure out how to diaper and dress Dick, even with his trusted superior giving him directions over the call. it felt like defusing a bomb while someone read you comedically vague instructions.

But when he finally had gotten the child changed into his new clothing, Bruce felt a sudden wave of emotion: Partially pride for what he'd accomplished, partially embarrassment for not knowing how to do it before, and partially a surge of parental bliss. Yes, this was his child, and look at it: adorable, content, perfect.

"Daddy!" Dick shouted once the call ended, wanting to be the focus of attention again.

"Exactly." Bruce said, picking him up.
HIS CHILD! and he couldn't be more pleased about it.

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Meanwhile, the others were discovering that what black Canary said about the kids being the concentrated versions of themselves was very true. If the teens were usually soda, like Fanta or Pepsi, they were now like the flavor syrups in the drink fountain: bitter, full of sugar and way stronger than was logically possible.

Once they'd all gotten changed (With M'gann shapeshifting an outfit matching Wally's), it was surprisingly hard to get them to eat. Sure, they would eat, but they spent most of their time at the table talking, or leaning over to argue with each other. Even Wally needed to be reminded to eat.

Next, the children's mentors (Who had dispersed when Bats not-so-subtly ran off to beg his butler for help) realized that they should probably clean them up a little. Yep, they were definitely going to need to get the kids more clothes. They were even messier than as caffeine-and-mental-illness riddled teenagers

"Come on." Oliver told his kid impatiently, trying to hold her still.

"No." Artemis fussed, trying to pull away as the damp washcloth was pressed against her cheek. "No! Stop!" She continued to whine as Ollie wiped the mac 'n' cheese residue from her face and moved on to the dust and dirt on her arms and knees.

"Hey, still." The girl's mentor told her. "Just one more minute." Artemis, who at the moment had no clue how the passage of time worked, found this most disagreeable.

Wally didn't as much object to being cleaned up, as he did being kept still. "Wally, let's have a deal." Barry asked. "Every ten seconds, you get to run around the room two times."

"That long?" Wally held up all ten of his fingers. That was as high as he could count on his fingers, so it seemed like a long time.

"You can count with me to make sure."

The boy shook his head. Ten was too big. "No."

"Okay, after ten seconds, you can run around the room as much as you like." Frankly, the speedster would only need about ten seconds to clean his little nephew.

Wally thought over the offer. As much as he wanted was a big number, maybe one he couldn't even count to. "Okay." He agreed.

M'gann was trying to cooperate, just to get it over with. She didn't always hate water, it's just that there was a lot more on earth than she expected, and everything on the planet seemed to rely on it.

She didn't like the washcloth approach at all. She didn't hate getting wet, swimming was cool! It was the dampness between soaking wet and dry that she hated. Martian skin wasn't meant to feel that and it made her uncomfortable.

She just sat there, upset, with tears rimming her eyes, communicating with her 'uncle' solely over mindlink. It was so much easier than English.

Conner was surprisingly okay with everything. He didn't mind actually going to the washroom and sitting on the counter to wash himself. He seemed like a cleanly child; lathering soap in his tiny palms to wash his face and arms. But he still refused to take off his shirt, which was not covered in food stains and dirt from dragging on the floor around his ankles.

"Are you sure you don't want a knew shirt?" Dinah asked, she was standing behind him incase the child toppled backwards off the counter. Conner nodded. "But this one's dirty now."

"I like it."

"What about your other shirts? Would you like to wear one of those?"

Conner paused for a second, and then finished cleaning himself up before answering. Finally he pulled the faucet down to stop the water. Now his shirt was quite wet in spots, too. "Maybe."

"How about I get one for you?"

"No. I'll go." He hopped off the counter, scaring her, and landed painlessly on the bathroom floor. He pushed up lead his collection of his clothing. He stared at the shirts, questioningly.

"How about this one?"

"No." Conner objected, pointing to a different shirt. "that one."

"They're all the same, Conner." Dinah pointed out. Apparently that wasn't the right answer.

"No!" The boy scowled. it was an A-grade scowl that any Bat would approve of. "Not all the same! That one!"

His den mother reluctantly passed the shirt he wanted. Immediately, the boy shook off his current shirt, and climbed into the new one with no objection. He picked up his previous shirt and contentedly abled out to the laundry room, tripping on his shirt multiple times.

"Conner, how about you try tucking in your shirt?" Black Canary asked, taking the shirt from him to put it in the hamper.

Conner stood in silence for a moment, evidently thinking it over. He hiked his massive shirt and began tucking it into his shorts. It was too big to ever fit, but this at least made it so he could walk.

The boy seemed contented, and without a word, wandered off to find Wolf. Or M'gann, whichever he happened across first.

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Diana was brewing everyone coffee to get them through the night, and practically tripped over Conner as he ambled in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Little one." She cooed, helping him up. Luckily, Conner wasn't very tear-prone. "What are you doing in here."

"Finding Wolf." Conner told her. "Or M'gann. I like them both." 

"Don't you want to play with the others?" 

He shook his head. "No. I only play with Wolf." He stated. "Or M'gann." He added. 

"What do you play with M'gann?"

Conner shrugged. "We watch static, or what she wants to do." 

"Do you like doing what she likes?" Diana asked, helping the child tuck his shirt back in, since it had come loose when he fell.

"No." He answered. "But she does, so it is fun. "But I like to read."

"Do you want to read while I finish what I'm doing?" Dinah asked him. Conner nodded. "What do you want to read?"

Conner quickly ambled to the dinner table and carried back a large book. Frankenstein by Mary (Wollstonecraft) Shelly. "This."

Diana took the book hesitantly and set it on the carpet in front of her. "Oh, Conner, I don't know if you'd like this one."

"Why?"

"Oh, it's very grown up and boring."

"It's not boring!" Conner reached over and flipped the book open. "That's where I finished yesterday."

"Uh, okay, if you insist..." Diana said hesitantly. "Do you want me to read?"

Conner shook his head, settling down on the carpet, in front of the book. He began reading aloud: "From this day natural philosophy, and particularly chemistry, in the most comprehensive sense of the term, became nearly my sole occupation..."

Diana forced a smile and watched him. There was something unsettling about a small child reading works of classic literature with no effort. "Do you know what's happening in the story?"

Conner nodded, continuing to read aloud: "I read with ardour those works, so full of genius and discrimination, which modern inquirers have written on these subjects."

"Can you tell me what's happening in the story?"

Conner paused. "He went to doctor-school and his teacher showed him all the science machines." The boy said, a little impatiently. "And now he likes science."

She nodded a little, biting the inside of her lips. "Okay, keep going."

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Wally was having a blast. He was just a ball of energy just exploding to run and play. Damn, Barry himself was exhausted, Wally really wanted to play with him. Seeing Wally playing made Artemis impatient to be freed so she could play too.

"Alright, one second." Oliver dried a spot on her cheek with the back of his sleave and tightend the girl's ponytail. "Alright, Go! Play!"

She sprinted and tackled into Wally. Her idea of 'play' seemed a lot more like a dog at the park playfighting.

M'gann was finally managing a little better. She'd seen how Aqualad just sat on the carpet, cleaning himself up, and talking quietly to his mentor. She decided to follow his lead, as he was currently the biggest kid, and the team leader or whatever, and whatever he chose to do seemed like a cool idea.

Kaldur was really trying to explain how he felt to his king, but he just couldn't get it out. It was like all the thought in his head were there, but the second he opened his mouth, he couldn't explain what he was trying to.

What he was trying to explain was that he couldn't go home to Shayeris because he was the team leader, so this his fault, so he had to fix it. But it was like he couldn't get any of it across. The five year old found this infinitely frustrating.

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Lord knows how they got the kids to sleep, but at nearly one am, all four of the children were collapsed around the livingroom.

Wally proved himself capable of sleeping in nearly any position, lying upside-down, draping half off the sofa, where as Artemis had found herself a hiding spot under the coffee table and settled there. M'gann was dead asleep on the couch, lying both under Wally, but over Kaldur, with a string around her wrist tethered to the couch leg incase she had a dream.
The team's protectors raided M'gann's bed for the duvet, draping in over the heap of children, with a smaller covering for Artemis, where she lay

Dick was asleep too. Thank god, because Bruce's arms were the tired-est they'd ever been. They weren't sure where to put the child, so they set up an improved crib by pushing an armchair against the wall so he wouldn't fall off.

It took a little searching to find Conner, but he was eventually found standing upright in his closet-sized bedroom, fast asleep. They tried to move him into the next room with the others, so he'd be in sight. But the second he was out of his closet, he was wide awake and cranky at bein woken up.

It's unclear who's idea it was, but eventually they found away for Conner to sleep with the others; standing perfectly upright in a cardboard box, about the size of his pod.

"Well." Diana sighed. "That was only...six hours."

"Lord." Oliver sighed. It felt like three weeks.

"Well we should get them more clothes tomorrow." Barry repeated for the millionth time, partially just to address that he's messed up by not getting them enough clothes.

"Are we all required for that?" Arthur asked carefully.

"No."

"Thank god." The Archer replied. "Cause I'm heading home to sleep."

Just then, the Zeta tubes announced an arrival. The League froze up in terror. Luckily, despite the noise, most of the kids just stirred in their sleep, grumbling a little. Except Dick. Whom Bruce exhaustedly went to comfort again.

"Wow Clark, Six hours, you might've beaten Barry's record for late responses to an emergency call." Dinah's voice was thick with sarcasm.

"I was busy." He grumbled. "Believe it or not, seven of you spending the whole evening and most of the night here left a lot of crime unchecked."

"You just didn't want to come to the team's base, did you?" J'onn asked.

"God- what is that sound?" Clark winced, holding his ears. There was a lot that didn't sound right at the moment; short breathing patterns, somewhat unfamiliar heartbeats, and that deafening wailing that might burst his ear drums.

"The reason we called you." Bruce snapped, returning to the group with Dick leaning on his shoulder. Dick wasn't being that loud, but if it hurt Clark's super hearing, that was a good thing.

The kryptonian finally got a good look around the room. He understood what was happening, but he didn't understand.

"I remembered them being bigger."

"That's why we called you. They're children, and we don't know why." Diana snapped. "We've been watching Conner for you this whole time."

"Superboy isn't even mine."

"But it would've been helpful if you'd shown up." She said

"Yeah, you totally owe us on this one. we've been watching them all for six hours while you didn't show." Barry pointed out. "How about tagging in while we get some sleep?"

"Sorry, I'm busy." Clark said stiffly. "I need to get back to Metropolis before anyone notice's I'm gone."

"It's one am!"

Clark looked at them. "And I don't want to tell Lois that I left her in bed to babysit a kid that isn't even mine." He left without a word.