The two younger adults in the room stood frozen, eyes wide as saucers. Their gaze traveled from the sleeping child, to the League, and finally to each other. Finally, they snapped out of their shock and flung into action. Dick grabbed an extra blanket and threw it over Wally while Roy stepped around the bassinet, putting himself between it and the newcomers.

"Hey guys!" after a pointed look from Diana and Shayera, he quickly added, "uh, and girls! How'd the mission go?" Roy's attempt to "remain calm" was so bad, Dick would have laughed if he wasn't sure all hell was about to break loose. The others looked at him skeptically. John took a hesitant step towards him and spoke up.

"Nothing we couldn't handle, even being down a man."

"Speaking of..How'd things go on this end?" Clark asked. His expression hinted that he was nervous about what the answer may be. He tried to peek around the archer, but Roy moved strategically to block his view. Clark frowned. Was there a reason the boys didn't want him seeing Wally? Not that either of them could really stop him. Clearly the others had forgotten about his x-ray vision. He was getting ready to tap into it when a low growl broke him out of focus.

"What. Happened." The dark voice came from none else that Batman. Everyone's eyes snapped towards the bassinet, where Batman stood holding up the blanket Dick had used to cover Wally in his haste. His dark gaze traveled from the sleeping child, to his adopted son, to Roy.

"I gave you strict orders not to let anything happen to him while we were gone." He said, directing his glare at Roy, who took a half-second to look sheepish before he shook off the initial fear that comes with the batglare being directed at you and sent the older man a glare of his own. Around the room, the rest of the team was exchanging nervous looks.

"Hold on now, this is not our fault! You brought us here and left us with a child, without so much as an explanation!" Roy shouted back. Each additional word a little louder and full of more accusation than the last. His cheeks were beginning to match his hair. Batman's glare darkened and his grip on the blanket tightened. He was just about respond when Superman landed between the two, hands held out to put distance between the two and stop any possible confrontation.

"Both of you hold on! What happened to Wally?"

"..Is he hurt?" Shayera sounded scared, but the look she sent the boys told them that if that was the case, she would be more angry than anything. And she wouldn't hesitate to take said anger out on them. With her mace.

"He's fine!" Dick shouted immediately, partially in self-defense. "At least, I think..except he's ...you know...little." He finished lamely with a shrug.

"Then what was all the fuss about?" John's question was interrupted by the sounds of shifting and shuffling coming from within the bassinet. All eyes were on the red mop of hair - much longer than is had been when they had left- that popped up. Little hands rubbed at tired eyes and a soft voice spoke:

"Daddy?"

When he finished rubbing the sleep from him eyes, he pushed his hair out of his face. His eyes finally focused on Bruce, and he frowned.

"..you're not my daddy"

"I beg to differ" Roy mumbled under his breath, earning his a sharp jab to the ribs, courtesy of Dick's elbow. Clark was the only other one who seemed to pick it up, and he frowned, uncertain what it meant, but pushed it back in his mind to focus on the new developments at hand.

Wally followed Bruce's gaze and finally noticed the rest of the spandex-donned adults in the room. He gasped when his eyes landed on the female redhead of the group. He immediately started trying to get out of the bassinet, which it was a miracle he still fit in. He was rather small for his age. He lost his grip and nearly fell, but Bruce and Clark were both quick to reach for him. Clark placed him carefully on the ground, and as soon as his feet hit linoleum he was trying to break free and run.

"Lemme go!" He shouted and Clark quickly did as he demanded and Wally took off- not stopping until his arms were wound tightly around Shayera's legs.

"Mommy!" Eight sets of eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Wally, I'm not.."

"Aunt Iris said you were an angel now." He murmured, burying his face into her leg. Everyone froze, hearts collectively dropping. They all knew that Wally had lost his mom at a young age, but they hadn't know it was this young. Well, Dick, Roy, and Bruce knew. Diana and Shay (and Clark) both tried to hold back tears.

After catching a look from Bruce, Shayera looked down solemnly at the little boy and placed a gentle hand on his head. She ran a hand through his hair and he loosened his grip so he could look up at her. She moved the hand to cup his cheek and he leaned into the gently comfort. Shayera look a step back and crouched down to his level. The others couldn't help but notice the resemblance: the eyes, the hair. Take away the wings, and Shayera could definitely pass Wally off as her child. Those that had seen the picture of Wally's mother that he kept on his nightstand next to the one of him and Barry in their Flash and Kid Flash costumes, also silently agreed that Shayera reselmbed the late Mary West enough for this to be an honest mistake.

"I missed you Mommy..When are you comin' back?" His green eyes were shining with tears, and his entire face gave away how much he was longing for his mother. Shayera could only hold the gaze for a moment before the emotion overwhelmed her. She opened her arms and Wally fell forward into them, wrapping his thin arms around her neck tightly. The Thanagarian wrapped her arms around him as well, holding him close while her eyes desperately looked to her teammates for help. She didn't get much, save for a stern look from Bruce. Shayera interpreted the look as 'don't lie to him, but if you upset him then so help me God".

"I...I don't know yet, sweetie." She replied, as gently as any of them had ever heard her speak. How do you explain to someone that their mom was never coming back? Normal-age Wally didn't talk about his mom much. He was quick-as-ever to change the subject if she, his father, or his parents in general, were ever mentioned. And that was nearly 23 years after she passed. How long had this Wally's mother been gone? A month? Less? From the sound of it he hadn't really experienced death before, and didn't completely understand it.

"I wan' you to come home!" Wally whined, voice increasing in pitch with each word. Just as it looked like he was about to start getting worked up, Dick intervened.

"Hey Wally! Look what I have here! You wanna build something with me?" He asked, smiling at the little redhead. He had a small bucket full on multicolored Legos and sat down a few feet away from Wally, pouring them out onto the floor. They were one of the many "fidget" toys that Flash kept in the conference room. Sometimes keeping his hands busy helped him to pay attention during meetings when he felt they were moving too slowly for him. Wally eyed the toys, looking between them and who he believed to be his late mother. His brow furrowed as he struggled to make a decision. Shayera placed a gentle hand on his back and pushed him towards his, currently unbeknownst to him, best friend.

"It's okay Wally, go play." He stepped back towards the winged women and shook his head quickly, his hair falling into his face framing the nervous look it showed.

"You'll leave again. I don't want you to leave." Shayera's eyes watered a bit as she knelt down to be at eye level with him. She gently brushed the hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ears. The little speedster was afraid of being abandoned again.

"I'll be right here. I won't leave. I promise." She swore, placing a kiss on the top of his head. He internally debated for a moment longer, continuing to ignore everyone else in the room. Finally, he decided to sit down and play with the blocks with Dick. However, he frequently glanced back to make sure that "Mom" was indeed still there. Roy went to go get him some apple juice while Dick kept him distracted. Luckily, the kid-friendly beverage was always kept on the Watchtower for Wally at any age, due to it's high simple sugar content. The rest of the League gathered together far enough away that their hushed conversation couldn't be overheard, but close enough that Wally could still keep his eyes on Shayera.

"Anyone wrap their head around this yet?" John asked the group.

"What do you mean?" Diana asked.

"Our 26-year-old teammate and friend was 6 months old when we left today, we come back a few hours later and he's suddenly a 4-year-old who can walk, talk, and thinks she's," he gestured at Shayera, "his mom! That is what I mean."

"There isn't anything to "wrap your head around." It's magic. It doesn't have to have an explanation." Bruce answered. The amount of times Wally and he had argued over this topic. Wally just wouldn't accept that there was no science behind it at all. The group was quiet as they thought over the answer.

"3." A monotone voice said, breaking the silence. Five heads turned towards the source to find it was J'onn.

"Care to elaborate?" John questioned, clearly annoyed at not understanding the situation and feeling helpless.

"He's 3-years-old." J'onn informed. No one doubted that he was right, since he had the ability to see into the youngster's mind.

"I don't care how old he is! We just need to get him back to normal! He can't just miss two weeks of work without an explanation. The kid's seeing someone too! Won't give me a name yet, but he can't just not contact her this entire time either!" Bruce cringed at the use of the nickname "kid" when in reference to his lover, but hid it well enough that nobody else seemed to notice.

"We'll figure something out. We always do." Superman said, forehead creased in thought. John was about to argue when suddenly, Roy threw an arm over Clark's shoulder and was hanging off of his massive frame, juice box in hand.

"Don't worry about his job, we're almost certain that Director Singh knows he's the Flash. Doesn't even bat an eye anymore when Walls "suddenly remembers a doctor appointment" or "forgot he has to pick up Lian from school" every time the Rogue's decide to cause trouble during the workday. It'll be fine. As for his 'girl'..." A smirk took over the archer's face and he scanned the group with his eyes. He caught a glimpse of the batglare and finally declared, jabbing a thumb into his own chest, "just leave that to me."