Bruce sat at the Batcomputer, his legs swinging off the edge of his now too-large desk chair. Images flashed across the huge screen, replaying their fight with Mordred and confrontation with Morgan le Fey. He paused the video feed at the precise moment when she'd transformed Flash, Shayera, and J'onn.

Green energy seemed to engulf the three adults, surrounding and penetrating them. He proceeded through the images, one frame at a time, until the change was complete. Repeating the process several times, he focused on different areas of the transformation. Interestingly, Shayera's electrical field around her mace seemed to dissipate the energy- probably the reason it was still the same size, while her clothing had shrunken with her. He froze the image again, this time when he could no longer see the three, completely surrounded as they were by the energy. Again, he noted the small indentation in the sphere where Shayera's mace was.

"What is this stuff? How do I reverse it?" He asked himself. Tapping a few keys, he zoomed into the magical energy. He focused the image, and ran an identification test on it. After a moment, a box appeared on screen.

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UNABLE TO IDENTIFY
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"Of course not," he muttered under his breath.

Sliding off the edge of the chair, he walked over to a setup of lab equipment. Wincing, he inserted a needle into his arm and retrieved a small sample of blood, which he then deposited into a Petri dish. He rubbed his arm. "That hurt. That hurt a lot more than I remember it ever hurting. I don't like needles."

Looking like a kid playing scientist, he began working on the sample. If there were any traces of … of whatever Morgan had used to transform them… if there were any traces of it left in his blood, he'd be able to find it. He just hoped he'd be able to find a way to reverse it. He had to.

***

"So what's he doing?" Shayera asked.

The six other league members were sitting around the kitchen table. Alfred had brought them peanut butter, jelly, and bread, and after making their own sandwiches, they were all eating while they tried to come up with a solution.

Superboy stared in a general downward direction for a moment. He peered through almost one hundred feet of rock before he found the cavern that the Batcave resided in. "Um… he's playing with some lab equipment. Dunno what for… can't tell from this distance. Hopefully he's figured out what to do about our problem."

"I know he'll come up with an answer. He's so smart." Wonder Girl sighed, her sandwich untouched, with her elbow on the table and head on her hand.

"You gonna eat that?" Flash asked her. She pushed her plate over to him, and he devoured her sandwich. "Pemutt buttuh makes oo mouf swow down…" he muttered around a mouthful.

J'onn was skeptical. "Yet you've managed to eat fifteen sandwiches so far."

"Yeah, so? You gonna eat yours?" Flash grinned. J'onn forcefully shoved his plate towards Flash.

"Dude, I haven't had PB and J in, like… forever! This is so great! We need to have PB and J days at the Watchtower." Green Lantern used his ring's power to grab another spoonful of jelly to add to his already-overflowing sandwich. Green ring-energy surrounded it, keeping the piles of jelly from dripping off his bread and onto the table. "This is so awesome."

***

Several hours later, Alfred found five of the seven in the living room around the big-screen TV. Lantern and Flash were sitting on the floor with video game controllers in hand, playing a racing game.

"I've so got you beat! First place, baby!" Lantern pressed buttons with precision.

Flash leaned back and forth, swerving along with his virtual car. "No chance. I'm way faster- I've got the faster reflexes, and the faster fingers! I'll win!"

"My money's on John," Shayera whispered to Wonder Girl. They were sitting next to each other on the couch. "He's thinking ahead. Wally's just reacting to whatever comes his way."

"Nah. Wally's got it. He's faster at the reactions, and so is his car." Superboy floated in the air above and behind the couch, laid back, feet crossed and arms behind his head.

"You know, your super-hearing can be annoying at times."

He grinned down at Shayera. "But you know I'm right."

"You don't have to eavesdrop to make your point. Twenty bucks says it's John."

"It's a bet."

***

J'onn sat in an overstuffed chair, in the library, away from the rest of his companions. He had a stack of books on the table beside him, and would occasionally switch from one book to another. He paged through the books, memorizing the contents before replacing it on the table. All the books referred in some form or another to Arthurian legends- from Knights of the Round Table to A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

"Of course, the only one person who could help us right now happens to be transformed into a baby at the moment," he muttered to himself. Etrigan- and his alter-ego, Jason Blood- had been bound together by Merlin after betraying Arthur to Morgan le Fey. J'onn sighed. Suddenly a thought came to him, and he jumped up and flew out of the room, phasing through the walls towards the side room made nursery.

A few seconds later, he'd arrived in the room where Etrigan slept. J'onn stood over the playpen- where on earth had Alfred found a playpen?- and looked at the sleeping baby monster. Etrigan may have been transformed into a baby, but if the League still had their memories from adulthood, perhaps Etrigan, too, retained memories of his older self. It was worth a shot.

He stared down, hard, focusing on the baby's dreams. Thankfully, the mind was more open to telepathy when sleeping. J'onn's eyes turned yellow as he reached out mentally to the babe's memory bank.

***

Suddenly, an alarm went off in the Batcave. Bruce jumped, knocking his stool off balance. He fell to the floor with a crash, the stool hitting the table. The expensive lab equipment shook and pinged together musically. "No…" he gasped, but it was too late. The microscope fell onto the blood sample, shattering the Petri dish and spilling the sample all over the table. He groaned in frustration, banging his fist against the floor.

The alarm continued to sound. Bruce pushed himself up and walked over to the Batcomputer, where several lights flashed, indicating a crime in progress. Gotham's gem depository was, once again, being robbed. A live feed from several nearby security cameras showed the tall building covered in bubble gum. "Joker," he growled. He pulled his cowl over his head and ran for the Batmobile. He realized, a moment too late, that he was too short- and too young- to drive it. Muttering under his breath, he looked around desperately for something he could take to stop Joker.

His eyes fell on the storage area in the back of the cave, where many of the items used over the years had been left after being outgrown. "You've got to be kidding me." Robin's motorcycle, still in excellent shape, leaned against a support beam. Its bright red paint gleamed in the low lighting of the storage area, just asking to be ridden.

With a sigh, Batboy walked over to the bike, wheeling it out to the main platform that led to the exit.

The elevator doors opened, and Alfred appeared, carrying a tray with a sandwich and drink. "Is everything alright, Master Bruce?" he asked.

"Joker's robbing the gem depository, Alfred. I have to stop him."

"Not like this, you don't. If you don't mind me saying, sir, you won't be as-" he paused, searching for the right word, "-as feared, sir, appearing as you are."

"What do you expect me to do? Just let him get away with it?!" Batboy's voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

"Not at all, sir. I just recommend that you don't fly solo on this one. Ask your friends for help, or if you wish, I could tell them."

"Whatever- just tell them they'd better keep up." He rolled his eyes under the mask and revved the engine of the motorcycle. Without another word, he took off, riding the bright red bike, decorated with the stylized 'R' of Robin, out of the cave.