-After my longest length of time between updates EVER (sorry...) I've got the new chapter! Yay! I'd had some trouble coming up with plot... that horrible Here's-the-stuff-in-the-middle-of-the-story. As I've said before, if you have ideas for Little League, PM me, and I just might add them in!
-In other news,
-Merides now has a Beta Reader. MuffinQueen10 has always been my unofficial Beta, and continues to be so, but I have corrupted a new victim... I mean, recruited a new friend in this mission! UnleashtheShadow has agreed to beta my work, and has come up with several wonderful suggestions for both grammar, sentence structure, and plot! Several new ideas coming soon, thanks to her!
-Credit for ideas in this chapter: Thanks to Kyer and UnleashtheShadow for ideas used in this chapter. Told ya I would use the cape thing, Kyer. ;)
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Batboy stormed down the hallway, headed towards the Monitor Room. He wiped mustard from his shoulder as he entered, glaring at the two children who were currently seated watching the live feeds of Earth. Shining Knight and Vigilante took the hint and hurried out of the room, leaving the Bat to himself.

He pushed himself up into the chair Vigilante had vacated and began cycling through the many video feeds, all the while mulling over the problem at hand. The rest of the league would leave him alone in the meantime - they knew better than to bother him while he was in the Monitor Room.

Unfortunately, the relative peace lasted only five minutes or so before it was shattered by the one person he wanted to hear from at the moment.

"Batman? Come in, Batman!"

"Oracle."

"Yeah, it's me. What other gal calls you on this line?"

"What have you found?"

"You're sure grumpy this evening… are you in the Monitor Room again?"

Batboy only grunted in reply.

She laughed. "Figured as much. Ok, here's what I found about that 'Secret Temple': Best intel I can get says it's located on an island off the coast of South America, near..."

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Back in the cafeteria, the food fight had been stopped by a rather infuriated Martian child. He directed the miscreants with both mental and verbal commands. "You. Sit there." I can't believe you'd act like that, Diana. I expect more from the princess of Themyscira. "Huntress! Put that down- now!" Flash, you'd better have a plan to use your speed to clean up this mess. "I wouldn't recommend you attempt to hit me with that pudding, Question. You might not like the retribution." Diana, Flash, I'll see you in our Conference Room the moment this is cleaned up.

Wiping off a chair, J'onn sat and observed the clean-up process, keeping the main instigators the busiest, and sending out instructions as he deemed necessary.

Huntress muttered complaints to herself and anyone within earshot. "All I did was want to have a little fun… Martian doesn't know how to have a good time… betcha he hasn't laughed in a gazillion years or somethin'." She scooped a pile of macaroni into a large bowl and set it back on the table. "I got her fair and square, too," she mumbled, glaring playfully in Wonder Girl's direction. "Mashed potatoes running down that black hair… too bad there wasn't any gravy. It would have been funny to see that…"

Flash walked with agonizing slowness from the counter to the tables, carrying a handful of paper towels and a bucket. He exaggerated his movements, wiping up mustard, jell-o, and mashed potatoes at the slowest pace possible for the speedster. J'onn's glare drilled into him, and he sheepishly increased his pace, ever so slightly. Flash… Now. Clean it up. The fastest boy alive rolled his eyes and put his powers to work, wiping and wringing and generally straightening up the room.

Diana didn't say a word as she lifted tables that had been set on their sides as barricades. Her mind, though, was busy with thoughts on how different this was from her otherchildhood. Flinging food would never have been allowed on Themyscira, but here… it had actually been fun. The look on Fire's face when the kool-aid had spilled down her hair had been priceless… of course, the mustard from Flash in retribution hadn't been pleasant, but fair was fair. Then J'onn had to come in and spoil their game. Just when she'd been getting the hang of it, he had to come in and find ways to stop the fun. No sense of humor in that alien. Not one little bit.

Shortly, the room was cleaner than it had been when they'd entered. The guilty super-kids stood in a line as J'onn faced them, his eyes nearly hidden in a glare rivaling Batman's.

"I don't want to see this happen again," he said, making eye contact with each and every one of them. Except Question, of course, but he directed his glare at the general area of the faceless boy's eyes.

Muttered replies answered in the affirmative, with quiet apologies thrown in for good measure. J'onn turned away, mentally calling out to Flash and Diana, You two- in the Conference room. Now. They followed him out, Diana with shoulders high and proud, offended at being called out, and Flash with shoulders drooping, not quite ashamed of himself, but definitely afraid of J'onn's wrath.

***

Batboy met the three of them at the door to the Conference room. "We need to talk," he said as the door opened. "All of us." He nodded to indicate Hawkgirl, GL, and Superboy as they came down the hallway. "The food fight stuff can wait, J'onn," he added.

Flash grinned and zipped into the room, jumping up onto his chair. Diana stalked in behind J'onn, doing her best to ignore him. Superboy flew to his seat along with the other two. Batboy climbed up, pushing himself all the way back in the tall chair. His feet stuck out straight forward, much to his annoyance.

Flash grinned and stared intently at Batboy. "So… whatcha wanna talk about? 'Cuz you missed a really fun food fight, Bats. I got Diana right in the face with my mustard, and nobody saw me - I was going so fast…" he trailed off as J'onn, once again, leveled a glowing, yellow-eyed glare at him.

Batboy frowned. "I didn't miss it, Wally. I left it." He faced the rest of the group, opening his mouth to speak, but was stopped before he could begin.

Tap-tap, tap-tap-ratta-tatta-tap.Flash kicked his legs against the leg of his chair, swinging them back and forth at a pace only Superboy might have been able to match. Ratta-tatta-tap-tap-tap. Silence reigned across the table, every one of them staring at the speedster.

Flash, noticing the looks his teammates were giving him, finally asked, "What?"

Moments later, the Original Seven were seated on the floor in a circle.

Batboy broke the silence. "I've got a possible location for the Temple of the Amulet."

"Really?" "Where is it?" "Are we going there?" "When are we leaving?" The leaguers spoke over each other in their excitement and curiosity.

"Oracle's sent me the information we'll need. We'll take the Javelin… oh." Batboy paused, then his face fell as the realization came to him.

"We can't reach the controls to fly it," Shayera complained, catching onto Batboy's drift.

"I know. I just realized that."

"So what are we going to do?"

"I know! I know!" Green Lantern jumped up. "I'll create this HUGE space ship, and fly us all down, then make a glider! And then we can glide into the ocean, and I'll make a boat! And then we can use the boat to go wherever the Temple is! … No, wait! I've got a better idea! I'll just make a spaceship that turns into an airplane, and we can fly in! Or what if I made each of us a suit and we could fly into the atmosphere! I mean, Clark could do it without a suit, but the rest of us would need one, and…" he looked around into the incredulous looks on everyone's faces. "What?"

"We'll teleport down and walk or fly to the coordinates Oracle gave me," Batboy explained with a sigh.

Silence reigned for a moment, then J'onn spoke up. "I know I'm changing the subject, but we need to talk about the food fight. We're supposed to set an example, but you two… especially you," he said, leveling his glare at Flash, "know better than to be starting a food fight!"

"I didn't start it," he mumbled.

"Doesn't matter. I ended it. I can't believe that you were so immature, so irresponsible…"

"Uh, J'onn?" Shayera interrupted. "We're talking about Wally."

Flash let out a whimper and zipped over to behind Superboy, holding onto his cape like a blanket. "You guys are so mean…"

"It's the truth," Shayera countered. "You are…"

Superboy stood up, stopping the argument before it escalated any further. "Stop… stop arguing, please! We all need to calm down and try to get things back to normal! This is no way to solve our problem." Flash, still holding onto Superboy's cape, nodded in agreement. "We need to find Morgan, and get her to turn us back. I don't know how the Temple will help us with that."

"Oh, and what do you suggest?" Batboy interjected. "Should we dress up as boy scouts and help old ladies cross the street until we find Morgan? It's the best plan I can think of at the moment, okay? I don't know where Morgan is, but I know where she's been. She's been in this temple, and if we can find it, we might be able to either find her, or find a way to nullify her magic." He stood up, facing the group. "I'm going - are you in?"