A/N:Hi! I'm back with a new chapter! But before I get on with it, I forgot to mention a few things in the first one. For one thing, this story's dedicated to HELLACRE13, for giving me the idea of writing this. I read "Stolen Legacy", and I loved how Diana's backstory was changed. "Forgotten"s dedicated to the same person, also because of "Stolen Legacy", as well as "The Alien and the Amazon".

Second, in addition to HELLACRE13, I'm also dedicating this to SepatownSon, due to his amazing work. He actually gave me the outline of this story.

Also, Clark's not going to remember anything that has happened to him. He's not going to be a "man in a child's body" or something like that. He's like the typical five-year-old. His powers are gone as well, or should I let him have them? As far as I know, he got them when he hit puberty. I dunno.

Please enjoy!

Diana was too stunned to speak. She glanced down at the boy that was crying in front of her, constantly whispering "Mommy". She wanted, needed to believe that it wasn't Clark, but the mere fact that he was wearing the blue suit and red cape, along with his facial features, made it all the more difficult to think otherwise.

When the boy turned his gaze onto her again, she had to suppress a gasp. There were still traces of Clark inside of him, but now she mostly saw innocence of, well, a child. "…Are you my mommy?" the boy asked again.

Whether it be from the pain from her injuries or the sudden change of the situation, Diana couldn't bring herself to say no to Clark. "Yes, I am," she whispered. After a quick thought she stretched out her hands towards Clark. The boy complied, closing the distance between them instantly.

There was an unfamiliar feeling of warmth clustering inside of Diana at that moment. She remembered the few talks she and her husband shared about the thought of having children someday. She often brushed it off, as the talks appeared when she still had her doubts of men.

After pulling Clark away, she examined him. He still had the injuries from Circe, who was still unconscious. The portal had closed the moment she jumped through, but it didn't matter. She'd been in Circe's lair enough times to know her way around and out of it. Picking up Clark, she began to fly.

"Ah! Put me down!" Clark suddenly cried, now starting to bawl. Diana quickly dropped to the floor, confused. Why did it bother him to fly now?

Glancing up, she noticed that the top of Circe's lair was riddled with glowing embers, which provided the lighting. She didn't even think about it until now when Clark started whining. "It's alright," she said, running her fingers through the boy's hair. "I won't fly until we're out of here. Are you okay with that?"

Clark nodded, wiping the tears from his face. Moments later he shifted so that he was sitting on Diana's back, his head pressed against her neck as his legs wrapped around her abdomen.

The same warmth from before returned. Shaking it off, she began walking. Running would probably cause him to worry more, so she didn't dare try it.

Minutes passed before she spoke again. "So, Kal, how old are you?"

Clark gave her a confused look. "Kal?"

Blinking, Diana remembered that Clark didn't learn about his Kryptonian heritage until he was a teenager. "Sorry, I meant Clark. So, how old are you?"

He raised a hand. "Five. I'm five years old. How old are you?"

"…Twenty-six."

Silence fell between them once again. Diana still couldn't believe what had transpired only a short time ago. Sure, she knew it was real due to the injuries they both had, but Clark, her husband, was now a child.

Oh, this is not good.

Diana stared at Clark from her chair, watching the child eat in disbelief. How could someone eat so much food at one time?

She had taken him back to her apartment in London, not ready to face the rest of the League with a miniature Clark in tow just yet. She herself still found it hard to accept it.

Circe was beamed up to the Watchtower by Victor, who then asked if she and Clark were okay and if they needed any assistance. She quickly said no, telling him that they were fine and were going to need a few days to recuperate. It wasn't a complete lie, but she still felt bad for keeping Victor from the whole truth.

Upon returning to her home Clark demanded that he'd be fed. Diana didn't want to risk trying to cook anything, so she ordered Chinese. She ended up doing that seven times, and each time she ordered everything from the menu she had with her. By the gods, he can eat, she thought in wonder, still watching the food disappear in what she now called Clark's bottomless pit. I can't even begin to imagine how his parents fed him as he got older.

To be honest, she couldn't recall a moment where Clark had ever eaten over a full plate, much less as much as this. Adult Clark was very reserved, always allowing others to take more than him whenever they ate lunch at the cafeteria in the Watchtower. Of course, he and Diana would argue over who gets more of what, both of them being unbelievably stubborn and kindhearted.

It was very difficult to picture this child and adult Clark being the same person.

He finally finished eating an hour later, sighing contently and leaning back in his chair. Diana had changed his clothes while their food came, so now he was wearing a big white t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts that was still too big for him despite being too small for Diana to wear. Shortly after becoming involved with Clark, she had decided on taking a secret identity, going as Diana Prince. Her first time shopping for civilian clothing had proved disastrous. She had gotten into a fight with a man who had grabbed her butt and was very nearly thrown out of the store. To make matters worse, she also very nearly exposed herself, for she had almost summoned her swords from the bracers she covered over a huge coat. Clark eventually brought the clothes for her over the internet.

Clark turned to Diana, a bored expression on his face. "I'm done, Mommy. What can I do now?"

Diana went still at what he called her. She still wasn't used to it. "Well, you can…watch television," she weakly suggested. The only reason she even had one was to occasionally watch the news to see what was going on around the world. She didn't want to rely too heavily on her supersenses, such as using her superhearing to listen to what was going on. Blessings they were, but she knew the consequence of relying too heavily on something only for it to backfire on her. Her confidence was one of the reasons why Clark was reduced back into a child.

She led him to the living room, plopping him down on the couch. She then grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels until the boy found something he liked—SpongeBob SquarePants.

What odd creatures they were, she mused as she began to exit the room. A talking sponge and a pink star best friends—it sounded like something a child came up with at the peak of his hyper episode. For all she knew, that is what happened.

"Mommy! Wait!"

Stopping, Diana turned around, facing Clark stiffly. "Yes?"

His head was tilted to one side as he pouted slightly. "…Can't you stay here with me? I don't wanna be alone."

"But you're not going to be alone, Clark. I'm going to my bedroom, which is right there." She pointed to a door. "See, I'll be close to you."

His eyes once again became watery. "But Mommy, I want you here with me, not in another room. Please stay with me? Please?"

She was taken aback by his words. If there was something she'd never expect from Clark was begging. She could never deny a child, and he was no different. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed, "Fine, I'll stay. But I need to change my clothes first, alright?"

"Why do you need to change? Your clothes aren't dirty."

To change clothes was putting what she wanted to do mildly. Her injuries still burned from earlier, although they were healing still, but that just made it more painful. The fact that they healed much quicker than normal injuries only added to it. "I just need to take care of something, just like I did with you."

In addition to the new clothes, bandages also covered the bruises Clark had. The magic had affected him mostly, which seemed to wear off the moment he was reverted to his current state. "Oh," he said. He then quickly smiled. "Okay! But you'll be back, right?"

"Of course. Just give me a moment." She disappeared into her room, closing the door. The moment she was at her bed she collapsed on it, sighing deeply. Never would she have thought that this would happen. Despite seeing it with her own eyes, despite knowing that it was reality she was facing, it was still hard to grasp.

A deep, overwhelming sense of guilt came over her then. This would not have happened if I didn't punch Circe when I did, she thought, feeling tears creep into her eyes. There were many things she felt that she could've done to prevent it, such as stopping Circe before she could finish her chant or blocking the blast with her bracers. It's all my fault. Kal's this way because of my brashness. Gods, I am a fool.

As she slipped into a pair of dark jeans and a blue shirt, her thoughts drifted to adult Clark. It still amazed her to no end how he'd managed to fool her into thinking that Kal-El and Clark Kent were two different people. She believed that Kal-El was a quiet, powerful superhero while Clark Kent was the average reporter. The surprise on her face as she found out his secret cannot even be put into words.

She avoided him for a while after that. It was some time before they had begun dating, and her emotions conflicted with him were both confusing and enticing. She found herself attracted to him, yet her pride wouldn't allow her to become infatuated with him, either. She stayed out of wherever he was, including hallways and rooms. During meetings she had no choice but to sit next to him, but she'd never look his way or try to talk to him.

It took Clark a solid month to convince her to actually sit down with him and talk, and then he had explained why he never told her of his being Clark Kent. He told her that Clark Kent was his only way of remaining human, his "sanity of being a superhero", he called it. She really didn't see how, since she was raised as a warrior and was only known by her status as a princess and Wonder Woman. In fact, she didn't understand until going to his childhood home a few days later and sharing another kiss with him. That signified their relationship, and just how much they meant to each other.

A knock at the door pulled Diana out of her thoughts. "Mommy, are you done yet?" Clark called from the other side. She went stiff again, finding it difficult to answer, much less get up and open the door.

A full minute passed before Clark knocked again, this time more urgently. "Are you okay in there?" More seconds passed, and this time he started pounding on the door. "Mommy! Answer me!"

Diana jumped out of bed, nearly flying to the door. The moment the door opened Clark rushed in, capturing her legs in a tight hug. "I thought something happened to you," he said, resting his chin on her thigh and gazing up at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered. "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

She decided to answer him honestly. "About you."

The boy looked surprised, pointing a finger at himself. "Me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not." Not willingly. She grabbed his hand, leading him back to the living room. "Come on, let's watch television, alright?"

A smile appeared on Clark's face, and Diana couldn't help but copy him. "Okay!"

They both sat on the couch, Diana sitting next to Clark. About ten minutes passed before Clark decided that he wanted to sit on Diana's lap and did so, curling against her. It wasn't too long before he fell asleep.

Diana didn't know what to feel. She was both touched and stunned at Clark's actions. When he was an adult they never were like this. Sure, she had occasionally grabbed his hand while walking, but that was when she was Diana Prince. As Wonder Woman, she made sure that worldly duties came before anything else, including her feelings for Clark.

She rested a hand on his back as she picked him up, carrying him to her room. She placed him under the sheets, giggling a little when he cuddled her pillow tightly, similar to how he had with her legs earlier. She sat next to him and stroked his hair, whispering words to the boy. I promise, Kal, I'll get you back, no matter what it takes me.

A/N: Five bucks to anyone that can guess where I'm going with this.

Anyway, I'm sorry that there's no humor in this yet. I'm a VERY serious person, despite my young age. If you were me you'd see why. Please bear with me as I try to kick my way back into being funny. Believe me, I'm trying.

Also, I think I made Diana too motherly in this. I don't know. The reason I did it like this was that she's never afraid to back down from a challenge, and taking care of Kid!Clark is now a challenge. What do you think?

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