"Bruce is right- we can't let people see us like this." Superboy leaned on the low wall surrounding the edge of the rooftop. "Anyone have ideas about what to do?"

Sirens could be heard approaching the scene. Lantern kept a green bubble around Joker and his gang, in case they tried something, but he stayed out of sight of the street. He sat near Superboy, listening in on the conversation.

"We still fight crime and save the world. It doesn't matter what other people think." Superboy frowned, choosing his words carefully. "I don't like it, sure, and we want to go back to our adult selves as soon as possible- J'onn's working on one angle, Bruce on another- but in the meantime, we've still got a responsibility to the world. One disadvantage shouldn't keep us from upholding that responsibility. We're responsible to the World, not to one individual's ideal image of a hero."

"Whoa, dude. Enough with the big words. You're making my head hurt." Flash staggered around, holding his head in mock agony.

"We still save the day," he said through gritted teeth. "It doesn't matter what people think."

The police had arrived, slamming the doors of their cars and walking towards the captured villains, guns drawn.

"But the bad guys won't be scared of us like this," Lantern pouted as he cancelled his green bubble. "You saw Joker- he just laughed at us." He watched as the police took Joker, Harley, and the goons into custody. Another officer found a bag of gems in the back of the purple van.

"So what? Joker laughs at everything." Shayera said, from her seat against a stairwell. "I don't care what people think. I'm still gonna fight."

"What if…" Wonder Girl began. "No. That wouldn't work. Never mind."

"What wouldn't?"

"Well, we could dress up as sidekicks.. and not be recognized. At least, Bruce could. I'm sure he has a Robin costume hiding somewhere."

Superboy laughed. "Can you see emo boy in red, yellow, and green?"

"That's why I said it wouldn't work."

The six leaned over the barrier wall to watch as the police pushed Joker and his gang into the waiting police van, then drove off. It was over.

***

An hour later, they were no closer to solving their image problem. Flash argued that there was no problem- he was so fast, no one could see him. J'onn didn't care what people thought. No matter what she wanted, Wonder Girl couldn't change her costume- her powers were connected to it. Shayera just wanted to smash something. Green Lantern could change his costume with his ring, but couldn't decide on what to change it to. Superboy was just embarrassed that anyone might see him as a kid.

Ideas were brought up and shot down. They voted- and tied. Finally, they simply decided to leave the matter for another time, and left for Wayne Manor.

***

Bruce was waiting for them when they returned. The moment they walked in the door, he handed a screaming Etrigan over to Wonder Girl. "Here- take him! I don't know what to do with him!"

"Aww… did poor baby not listen to big old Bruce?" Wonder Girl held Etrigan close, rocking him and patting his back. The baby fussed for a moment, then relaxed. "See? He's not so bad."

Alfred peeked around the doorway, wiping sweat and soot from his face. "Miss Diana, I'd rather you save your judgments till you've seen the havoc this infant has caused." He returned to the other room, muttering to himself. "Priceless vases- destroyed! We'll never be able to replace this one… Oh, that was Master Thomas' favorite painting…"

"I'm going back to the Batcave and try and find a way to turn us back." Bruce pointed at Etrigan. "Diana, if he gets into any more trouble, I won't care that he's 'just a baby'."

"What's with the getup, Bruce?" Superboy asked, raising an eyebrow and stifling laughter.

Bruce was wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung to his knees and a pair of shorts several sizes too large. The whole outfit was held together with a belt, cinched to the smallest hole. The dark blue t-shirt sported a very large, once bright but now faded logo of, ironically, the same theme park where the adventure had started.

"It's all I could find, ok? I had to dig through some old stuff that was packed away." Bruce turned and stormed off to the Batcave. "Alfred has some civilian clothes for all of you, too," he called over his shoulder.

***

He stayed in the Batcave until evening, coming no closer to finding a solution. Files were spread everywhere- research, cross-references, and analyses. The large screen over the Batcomputer displayed, once again, the very moment Shayera, J'onn, and Flash had been transformed. A smaller screen showed the results of a test he'd performed on the electrical properties of Shayera's mace.

The elevator doors opened, and Wally, Clark and J'onn stepped out. Clark wore a similar outfit to Bruce. J'onn had apparently opted out of the civilian clothing choices- he was dressed the same as always. Wally was proudly sporting a t-shirt with the Batman logo on it.

Bruce turned to face them, his eyes widening. "What are you wearing?"

"Dude, how come you get merchandise? I've never seen Flash t-shirts." Wally folded his arms. "Fair is fair. They should make Flash t-shirts." He zipped over to the Batcomputer and stared at the screens intensely.

"How's it going? Any results?" J'onn asked.

Bruce sighed. "Nothing. The only thing I can find out is that somehow, Shayera's mace was unaffected. We already know that it disrupts magic. I think it has to do with the electricity and the alien metals." He pressed a few keys on the desk, causing the image to shift, frame by frame. He restarted the sequence in slow motion.

"It's like a big ball of radioactive snot!" Wally shouted, pointing at the main screen.

"What?!" Bruce turned to face Wally, an incredulous look on his face.

"Snot? Really?" was Clark's sarcastic answer.

"Sorry, that was my first reaction." He giggled. "It does look kinda like it, though."

Rolling his eyes, Bruce turned back to J'onn. "What about on your end? Any luck with Etrigan?"

"I'm afraid not. He's been transformed into a baby. If he could speak, putting together thoughts and such, I might have had better luck. As it is, he thinks like a baby right now, because he is one. Even if his memory is intact, I can't find out how to unlock it just yet."

Clark leaned against the desk. "So we're stuck."

"Until one of us can figure out a way to reverse this," J'onn replied.

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Thanks to my sister for the radioactive snot line. She's brilliantly random.