"What do you mean, 'It just disappeared'?" Shayera said into her comlink. She zoomed in on the live feed of GL and Flash's search, enlarging it to show the trail… or lack thereof.

"Just that, Shayera. I didn't believe it at first, either. But there it is…" She could see as the ring swung to the right, illuminating the pale green, magical residue, "And here, it stops." The light turned to the left, showing where it ended. "I don't know what happened to it," Lantern said with a shrug.

J'onn flew up next to her, peering intently at the screen. "Perhaps she used a portal, like when she left us back at Funseyland?"

Green Lantern shook his head. "I've looked for that. There would be some evidence if she'd used a portal, but there isn't any." He scanned the area again, just to prove his point.

"Alright, come back in. We'll figure something out." J'onn ended the transmission and turned to Shayera, a frown creasing his face. "We'd better."

"We will, don't worry." Shayera laid a hand on his shoulder. She smiled up at him reassuringly. "All of us will get through this, together. It just takes a bit of thought."

"And there's the problem," Batboy said from behind them. He stood with his cape hiding his body, the Batglare directed at the screen on the wall. The screen showed where the trail ended, with smaller pictures replaying the moment of transformation, an outside view of the Watchtower, and a list of League members affected. "Our … problem … requires out-thinking Morgan. Where's she going to go next? She can transform anyone into a child. Why stop at just the Justice League?" He held up a hand as Shayera seemed about to speak. "There's more. You hadn't thought about Morgan attacking anyone else before I mentioned it, did you? None of us considered that she might attack the whole League, either, until it was too late. Her magic's not only made us look like kids, it's made us think like kids. We have to out-think an adult… one who's a thousand years old."

"That would explain why Mr. Terrific was acting scared, and why GL is suddenly so enthusiastic…" Shayera mused.

J'onn continued her thought. "It explains a lot more than that. Wonder Woman's uncharacteristically friendly attitude towards Batman. Flash's non-stop chatter…"

"That's no different and you know it," the winged girl laughed.

"…Your comments are as sarcastic as ever, Shayera, if a bit more childish."

"Hey!"

"… but, Batman, your attitude and actions are no different. Nor are mine."

Batboy nodded. "I think I know why. How old do you appear, in Martian years?" J'onn nodded understanding. "Martians have a much longer lifespan than humans- I'd guess you appear about 200, right? And me?" He lowered his voice. "I haven't been a kid since I was eight." He indicated the crowd of children on the main floor, below them. "But I think most of them will act- will be- kids, with a few exceptions."

"They all seem to have calmed down after that speech you made." Shayera said. "Good job rallying their spirits."

"Yeah, don't let me do that again, alright?" Shayera laughed quietly at his apparent embarrassment. "But getting back to my point," he continued. "Morgan's got most of us out-thought. We're going to have to be extra smart to beat her. Now that this lead has dead-ended," he said, pointing at the screen, "there's only one more idea I have, and I'm waiting on a call for that one."

J'onn's eyes turned yellow for a brief moment. "You think Oracle can find the information you need."

"Get out of my head!" Batboy retreated a few steps instinctively. "Seriously- that really bugs me, J'onn. At least ask before you go in there! I've got some stuff I don't want anyone seeing, alright?"

"Sorry," the Martian muttered. "Just trying to help."

"Yeah, well, you could have asked me who was calling, instead of …"

"Boys! Back to the point, please." Shayera stepped in between them.

Batboy sighed loudly before continuing. "The point is… Morgan's outthinking us. She counted on us following that trail- we've wasted precious time on a wild-goose chase when we could have been focusing on … other things."

"Like what?" J'onn asked. There was silence for nearly a minute before he got an answer.

"I don't know," Batboy finally admitted. "I don't know how to find her and I don't know what her plan is. But I have to keep trying to find out." He stepped back over to the console, standing on tip-toes to see over the edge. "We can't give her the satisfaction of knowing she's got the upper hand. We have to keep trying to find her."

A siren rang at the desk as the airlock doors opened and closed, allowing Lantern and Flash back into the Watchtower.

Batboy looked at Shayera, then at J'onn. "I don't need to remind you two not to tell anyone about what we discussed here." They nodded in agreement. "Good."

***

"Man, I'm hungry." Flash zipped inside after the first airlock door closed and the second began to open. "Being smart and finding a cool trail can make a guy hungry. Trust me, I know," he said to no one in particular. Lantern's laughter could be heard as he dashed off in a red blur, headed for the elevator. He tapped the 'down' button rapidly, muttering at it to hurry.

A small voice at his side made him look over to find himself eye to eye with the child-face of Fire. "I'm hungry too, Flash. Can I come with you?"

"Um… sure, I guess." He smiled at her shyly, then back to the door of the elevator as it opened with a ding. Zipping inside, he held his hand to the door, keeping it open for her… and the fifteen other mini-heroes that came in behind the two of them.

Flash raised an eyebrow. "Is everyone hungry?"

"Didn't think about it till you said so, but yeah," Huntress said. "I guess everyone's been so scared," she said, with a glare at Question, "that they didn't think about food."

"Well, I always think about food," Flash grinned, pressing the button for the cafeteria floor. "Next stop, burgers and hot dogs!"

***

"I don't want macaroni! I don't like it. I've never liked it, but you serve it all the time!" "Where's the ketchup?" "You want ketchup on macaroni?" "No! On hot dogs!" "It's too hot." "It's too cold." "I had this yesterday." "I don't want that." "Why can't we have hamburgers?" "Flash is taking too much!" "Where's my milk?" "I want kool-aid!" "Hey! That's my plate! Get your own food!"

Flash covered his ears with his hands, trying to eat and block out the sound of the complaining Leaguers. He didn't care what was put in front of him, as long as it was food, but the others…

"Why does Huntress get mashed potatoes and I don't?" "I'm a hero from the future! I don't like jell-o!" "How many calories does this have?" "I can't eat this! It's too hot!" "Are you sure this wasn't laced with some sort of chemical before you served it? It smells funny. I'm sure it's a conspiracy."

The fastest boy alive looked up pleadingly as Batboy and Wonder Girl stepped into the room. Help… he mouthed over the din. If anyone could make them mind, it was Miss Bossy… She looked over the chaos for a moment, observing the room and its occupants. Flash continued making puppy eyes at her. Finally, she took a deep breath and hovered a few feet off the ground.

"QUIET!" she shouted, hands on hips. "EAT WHAT YOU'RE SERVED!"

The cafeteria grew silent for a moment before someone shouted back.

"Make us!" The defiant exclamation was punctuated by a spoonful of mashed potatoes hitting her square on the forehead. She reached a hand up, feeling the warm goop as it trickled down her face. "Who…" she began, but was interrupted by the room-wide yell: "FOOD FIGHT!!"

Flash grinned and wolfed down the rest of his hot dogs before picking up a bottle of mustard and joining the fray.