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Superman had gotten an urgent call from Batman

"You need to get to the Watchtower immediately Clark!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Something has happened to Conner."

Clark dropped everything and raced to the Watchtower.

Clark arrived at the base and rushed to the main control room where the League was discussing the current predicament.

"Where's Conner!?"

Black Canary spoke up, "Conner is residing in the infirmary."

Superman started walking to the Medical Bay, but was stopped by the Dark Knight.

"Hold on Kal-El, you need to know a few things before you walk in there."

Superman's face twisted into confusion.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Young Justice had a mission to stop Morgan Le Fay from using The Amulet of First Magic. The team, headed by Diana, managed to stop her but not without consequences.

"What happened to Superboy?"

"Morgan transformed Conner into a child."

Superman just stared at Batman dumbfounded. He slowly turned away from the team, making his way to the medical bay. His heart was beating, Kal picked up his pace. Before he knew it, he was staring at the giant metal door of the medical bay. He took a deep breath and hit the button to open the giant door.

His first sight landed straight on the shaking four to five-ish looking child sitting on one of the beds of the medical bay, the too-large black Superboy shirt swallowing his body. Conner was lying against the bed, slowly shaking back and forth.

Superman's heart broke at the sight of the child, his son. Conner must've not heard the Man of Steel entering the bay, as he did not acknowledge his existence.

Superman slowly walked over to the boy, his red boots stepping towards Conner echoed throughout the cold, lonely room. Still the boy did not acknowledge Clark. Conner was in shock.

"…Conner?"

Nothing, the boy still slowly rocked back and forth, huddled in the fetal position. Superman slowly put his hand on the shaking boy's shoulder. Conner whipped around, Kal got his first good look at the boy, his boy. That jet black mop of hair, those crystal blue eyes. Conner looked up at Superman and slowly tears started streaming down his face. Superman grabbed Conner and pulled him into his chest. The boy wrapped his arms around his father and bawled. Conner let it all out. Kal rubbed the boy's back and tried to soothe the crying toddler.

"It's okay Conner, shhhh, it's okay. Let it all out kiddo. I'm right here."

The Man of Steel sat on the medical bed as Conner continued to cry. After a few minutes, the crying turned to sniffles.

"I'm sorry."

Superman was confused, why was the boy apologizing?

"For what bud?"

"-cause, I failed the team. I let you down daddy."

Superman pulled the boy closer to him. His heart broke.

"Conner, you didn't fail anyone, especially me. Conner look at me."

Conner looked up at his father.

"You did not fail me; you could never fail me okay?"

Conner sniffled and wiped his nose. He nodded his head, and laid his head on his father's shoulder.

"I love you daddy."

Superman beamed at that. He and his son had come so far the past few months. Superman was so glad he finally let Conner be a part of his life.

"I love you too Conner. Hey, we should probably find you some clothes that fit huh? I bet you're freezing."

Conner nodded. Kal got up from the bed and walked out of the room towards the League. Conner buried his head in his father's shoulder.

"I'm going to take Conner back with me to Metropolis."

"Alright, I'll look for a way to reverse the effects."

"Thank you Bruce."

Superman walked out of the room, towards the Zeta-Beam. Before he left for Metropolis, he saw Black Canary walk towards him.

"Kal-El wait!"

Superman waited Dinah

"I just want to apologize, I was leading the team and I should have watched out for Conner more."

Superman smiled and put his hand on Dinah's shoulder, "It's not your fault."

Black Canary smiled weakly. She looked at Conner, who had fallen asleep in Kal's arms.

She backed up as the two were transported back to Metropolis.

Clark changed behind the dumpster in the alley way. He had set the boy down on a crate lying on the ground. Clark smoothed his suit, put his thick glasses on, and picked his boy up. He walked to his apartment, which was across the street. He was glad to finally get into his apartment. People had been staring at the reporter carrying a child just wearing a shirt swallowing his entire body. Clark set the sleeping boy down on his bed. Clark had to get some clothes for the boy. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note down for Conner. He grabbed his wallet and zoomed out of the apartment. He had to be quick, he felt very uneasy leaving the kid alone.

Conner woke up franticly. He jolted up, having no clue where he was. Then he calmed a bit as he remembered the past few hours. He remembered being carried by Superman. He must've fell asleep. Conner, very carefully, started to get off the bed and survey his surroundings His hand made contact with something crinkly. He looked down and saw the note besides him. He picked it up and read it.

"Conner, I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't fear. I'm just getting some things for you."

-S

Conner signed and carefully got off the bed. He was suddenly very hungry. He walked into the small living room, looking around. It was very disorienting to be so tiny. He saw the TV remote and started to climb up onto the couch.

He heard the door open and slipped, and fell head first into the side of the coffee table. He heard a flash of wind and was suddenly in the arms of his father. He realized he was crying.

"Conner !? Conner are you okay?"

Conner looked up at his dad, and rubbed his head. It hurt but thanks to his Kryptonian Dna, no serious harm was done. Clark checked his head, and found a bump, nothing serious.

"Son, you have to be more careful, I knew I shouldn't have left you alone."

Conner snuggled into his father's embrace. "I'm sorry."

Clark rubbed his back, "it's fine, now come on, I got some things for you."

Clark picked the boy up, and carried him over to the kitchen, setting him down on the table.

He set the two bags by the boy. Conner peered inside.

"What you get me?"

Clark pulled out underwear, a few pair of jeans, and a few shirts. He went into the other bag and pulled out shoes and socks. Conner saw a black shirt, and picked it up. He stood up and ran to Clark, hugging him. Clark had gotten him a shirt that was almost a complete replica of his Superboy shirt.

"Thank you, oh my god, I love it sooo much!"

Clark chuckled, "I knew you would like that."

Clark grabbed the underwear, a pair of jeans, and the Superboy shirt, picked up Conner and headed to the bathroom. He set the boy down. He gave the boy the materials.

"You think you can handle this bud?"

Conner rolled his eyes, "I'm not a baby dad."

Clark rolled his eyes smiling as Conner went into bathroom and closed the door. Clark went into the living room and turned on the TV. He returned to the kitchen, and threw away the empty store bags. He heard the door of the bathroom open and saw Conner walk out. Clark walked over, Conner's head was down. Conner had gotten his shirt and underwear on but his pants were hanging around his ankles. Clark knelt down.

"What's wrong?"

"Can't buckle my pants…my fingers don't work."

Clark picked the pants up from his ankles and buckled them, and took Conner's hand.

"Don't be afraid to ask for help okay? You don't have the body of a teenager anymore, some things you can't do anymore without help okay?"

Conner nodded his head; Clark picked him up, and took him to the kitchen, setting him down in a chair.

"Am I going to be back to normal?"
"The League is looking on how to reverse this, I'm sure they'll find something."

Conner played with his shirt, looking around the room.

"Hey, you hungry?"

Connor nodded his head.

"There's this great diner down the street, they have the best pie."

I honestly have read a few stories about Conner getting regressed, but the best being "Nobody's Child'' by Kizmet. I just wanted to do my own take on it.