AN: O.O Um. How long has it been again? Fifty-fifty four days? Oh...um..I'm sure I have a perfectly good reason for that...um...OHMYGOSHNOIACTUALLYDON'TI'MSOSORRYPLEA SEDON'TKILLMEH *runs away and comes back holding something*
I HAVE FIC. YES, FRESH FIC. I PROMISE IT'S GOOD. I THINK.
Wait, wait. Shout out to the ten kind people who reviewed: lindz4567, evilfryingpangirl (btw nice pen name:), and the girl collapsed, IAmFlashGirl, The Alpha Knight, Linki and the few anyomous guests. THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS.
"Never. Again."
The Flash sat wearily at the table. He was so little his chin barely reached the edge of the table. Batman, Superman and the rest of the superheroes-turned-mini all slumped in their chairs, tired after a long day. Blue screens popped up in front of them, and Batman sat up, immediately typing on a glowing keyboard.
"Batman." A purple clad women popped up onto the screen. She didn't bat an eye at mini-Batman, which was a relief to the Dark Knight. He had had too many people cooing over his new form today.
"Huntress." He acknowledged. "Status report."
"No major crimes in Gotham, the GCPD are taking care of everything. Ivy and Scarecrow broke out, but I caught them before they could do anything. Arkham is locked tight."
"What of the Joker?" Batman frowned. The clown was unpredictable, which was what made him dangerous.
Huntress raised an eyebrow. "Surprisingly, nothing. Locked in Arkham and all that. I made a visit."
"Good. Keep patrolling until I come back. Batman out."
He looked around the table. The other superheroes were still conversing with their city's temporary protectors. He smirked inwardly as he heard their conversations.
"OHMYGOSH YOU LOOK ADORABLE!" Here came the squeeing noises.
"Rocket, I really think-"
"Oh. Wow."
"What?"
"You look kinda cute."
"...Okay. Thanks."
"WOWLANTERNIT'SACTUALLYTRUEIKNOWISAWITONTVBUTICOUL DN'TBELIEVEITAREYOUEIGHTNOWYOU'REYOUNGERTHANMEYOUL OOKSOSOSOCUTE-"
"Billy!"
5 hours ago
"The UN meeting is nearly starting, and the Justice League are nowhere to be seen-OH MY-"
"Reports have come in that five of the Justice League have been de-aged-"
"They look to be around eight years old-"
"Are the mini-leaguers IMPOSTERS? G. Gordan Godf-"
"-interview with a fangirl: THEY ARE SO, SO CUTE-"
The Team sat in the Hall of Justice library, watching the giant screen. Wally had the remote and was channel-hopping, and the remote was promptly snatched away by an irate Artemis.
"ARTEMIS!"
"WALLY WEST!"
"Ugh, not again. This is the what, Dick, the third time? It's not even noon yet!"
"Fourth, Roy. They do it all the time on missions. I keep telling them to get a room."
"Huh, must be a headache for Kaldur. Where is he, anyway?"
"I think he's off to Atlantis to visit his friends."
"Guys, can we stop on this channel? It looks interesting."
"Sure, M'gann."
"Oh look, the crowd's positively drooling over them."
"I see a future-pedo."
"Where, Arty?"
"Look right there. Left to Cat Grant. The guy with the red hat. And don't call me Arty."
"Oh. Ew, his face. Arty."
"I said, DON'T CALL ME THAT!
Wally and Artemis soared right over the couch, struggling to get a hit, before landing behind the sofa with a thump. Dick rolled his eyes. "Don't kill him, Artemis. We still need him for missions."
"Arty-farty Arty-farty hmmmpf!-OW!"
"Dick, I'm not really sure about the whole let's-not-kill-Wally thing."
"..."
"ARTY-FARTY ARTY-FARTY!-"
Dick and Roy sunk into the sofa, groaning as Miss Martian covered her face with her hands.
"They should just kiss already."
"Yeah. I take back what I said about killing."
"ARTY-FARTY ARTY-FARTY!"
"ARTY-OW!"
Roy pulled a pillow over his face and slid farther down the sofa.
AN: OH MY GOD IT MUTATED. HALF OF THIS CHAPTER IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT TO THE PLOT. WHY. YOU EVIL, EVIL FIC. PEOPLE, TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT (probably not, it's not even funny, my sense of humor is terrible) AND IF YOU DON'T, TELL ME HOW TO FIX IT. AND ADD STUFF. BECAUSE I'M STUCK HERE.
P.S. What's the proper name for the glowing screen things in the cave that show stuff? I have no idea. Someone please tell me. THE NAMES I USED SOUND SO STUPID.
Oh, and this happens around Season 1. Yeah.