Janus awoke to a splitting headache. His body feels weak and heavy, the urge to shut his eyes again and fall back asleep is far too great, but the pain in his head overwhelms his want for sleep. As he cracked his eyes open, he realized the hospital room wasn't as bright as usual. Blinking, he quickly also realized that this is not the hospital room.

He sat up, wincing as his head pounded. He whipped his head around, scowling in displeasure as he is surrounded by bars, with his exhausted mental state, he speculated he was in a cell at first, however, he soon finds himself at the dreadful realization that he is in a fucking crib.

"This is totally how I imagined my week was going to go," He hisses to himself, pushing against the bars, as if they would budge, but alas, they didn't.

"This is just wonderful!" He growls, kicking at it harshly, wincing as the quick movements caused his migraine to pulse violently. Giving in, he plopped back down on the bedding and sunk into it.

He hated to admit that it's far more comfortable than his bed at home.

He scowled as he noticed a mobile running in circles. Different stars and planets are dangling from it as it danced about silently. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but whoever decided to throw him into a crib was going to pay.

He heard footsteps approaching with his enhanced sense of hearing and turned his head towards the bedroom door. Minutes later, he saw red as he saw two certain heroes walkthrough.

"You!"

The heroes froze, and they stared at Janus for a moment before glancing at each other.

"Yes?" Logan answers and Janus sat up hastily, clenching at his forehead, his glare wavering for a second.

"How dare you put me in a crib!" He snaps. There's a lid to it, copying the bars around the crib, preventing him from standing or exiting easily. He still could, but that would require a large amount of effort and energy that he just doesn't have at the moment.

"Patton informed you that your rehabilitation program would include age regression, do you know what that is?" Logan questions, standing in front of the crib, peering down at Janus who scowled up at him.

"No," He grits out.

Logan clears his throat and stands a bit straighter. "Age regression is a coping mechanism used to relieve stress and help with past trauma. Age Regression is where the little regresses to a mindset of a child, teen, toddler, or infant to where they can feel at ease in a mindset of childlike wonder."

Janus blinks, barely processing his words, especially with his headache. He did not want to think at the moment.

"So what you're telling me," Janus begins, a deadpan expression on his face. "You want me to act like a child?"

Logan nods. "Precisely."

"No."

"It's not a choice Janus," Logan insists.

"Fuck you! I'm not into that BDSM shit!"

Logan grimaces, however, before an argument can erupt, Patton steps in, placing a hand on Logan's shoulders.

"Now kiddo," Pat says to Janus, offering a soft smile. "It's meant to help you, we know that sending you to prison isn't exactly the best path. Once you arrive you'll just break out. You've hurt a lot of people Janus, you need to abide by your punishment."

Janus scrunches up his nose and grips the bars of the crib. "You people are insane! And that's coming from someone who lives with Insanity!"

"Janus, you might end up enjoying it," Patton insists, shaking his head. "It's not as bad as it seems."

Janus snarls and pushes away from the bars, turning over on his side away from his kidnappers. How fucking dare they! He is a powerful, deceitful villain! They can't do this!

Patton sighs and glances at Logan who nods. "Janus, we will return shortly to check on you. Later on, we will discuss the rules-" Janus hisses. "Punishments and rewards. Is there anything you need before we take our leave?"

"A gun."

Patton gasps at his answer and Logan rolls his eyes. "Anything besides a weapon?"

"Pills."

"Janus!" Patton scolds.

"I was serious that time," He hisses, glancing over his shoulder. "My head is killing me."

Logan nods and takes Patton's hand, beginning to lead him out of the room.

Janus stared at the wall, dreading his future days.

---

It's only about fifteen minutes when Logan returns alone. He has a glass of water and a bottle of pain relievers in his hands as he pushes the door open with his shoulder. Silently, he strides over to Janus and sets the glass of water aside to unlock the lid of the crib, tugging it open. Janus peered up at him with a glare, however, it softened as he noticed the pills and sat up.

"Your body is low on magical energy, I suggest you refrain from attempting to use it, you're aware that overuse of magic can-"

"Cause a heart attack or severe heart damage, I know." Janus cuts Logan off. "Just give me the damn pills." He demands.

Logan raises an eyebrow, not fond of his tone. "Janus," He begins, his tone oddly firm. "I don't appreciate your tone."

"And I don't appreciate being kidnapped," Janus mocks. "Yet, here we are."

"You aren't kidnapped, we are imprisoning you. Besides, I'm sure the people you have harmed did not appreciate that, yet, here we are."

Janus clenches his jaw at that, falling quiet. Logan hands him two pills and a glass of water. Janus takes them gratefully and knocks them back, gulping the water down, he didn't realize how dehydrated he was until the first drop touched his tongue. He ended up gulping down the whole glass all at once, wiping his chin after, handing the glass back.

"Would you like any more?" Logan asks, setting the glass aside.

Janus shakes his head and scoots as far away from Logan as possible.

Logan sighs, frowning at Janus. "We do want to help you Janus."

"Bullshit, you wanna use me for your own selfish gain."

Logan raises an eyebrow. "You seem like you talk from experience."

Janus rolls his eyes and glares hatefully towards Logan. "Don't act like you care."

Logan clears his throat. "I assure you I am a terrible actor."

Janus couldn't help but snort at that, glancing around the crib. It crinkled every time he moved, he's just glad that he's in a pair of sweats a t-shirt. He didn't want to think about what else they would force him to wear.

"What are you going to do to me? Leave me in this crib? You might as well just throw me in a cell," Janus insists.

Logan shakes his head. "We're going to take care of you, I figured I'd give you a moment to take your pills and wake up. You must be exhausted, you've used a large amount of magical energy," He explains.

Janus scoffs in response and crosses his arms. "Well? Now what? Aren't you supposed to entertain me?" He hisses.

Logan hums and quirks his lips up. "Of course, would you like me to turn on your mobile? Maybe grab a rattle?"

Janus felt his cheeks flush and he angrily threw a pillow at his face. He tensed as Logan's shoulders began to shake, unable to see his expression behind the pillow that he caught. However, when he lowered it and noticed him smiling, struggling not to laugh, Janus relaxed slightly, turning away from the man.

"M-My apologies," Logan chokes out, taking in a few deep breaths. "I didn't mean to tease," He assures.

"Liar," Janus grumbles, his left eye vaguely glowing yellow for a moment before it faded back to its normal bright green.

"Yes well," Logan clears his throat, straightening up again. "Let's bring you downstairs, you need to eat dinner after all."

At the mention of dinner, Janus felt his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten the soup earlier, which now, he regrets. Even so, he nods his head and stands, gripping the crib, a wave of dizziness washing over him as he stood up too quickly.

"Careful," Logan reminds him, grabbing his hips. Janus yelped in surprise and glared at him, struggling as he was lifted and placed on his hip.

"Hey! Let me go!" Janus demands, knocking his fist weakly against Logan's shoulder. Logan rolls his eyes and ignores his cries of protest, beginning to carry him downstairs.

"Relax small one, you're going to exhaust yourself sick," He scolds. Having no energy to continue struggling, Janus complied for once, ignoring his burning cheeks. He pressed his cheek against Logan's shoulder, huffing as he was carried into the kitchen.

He suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline as they walked into the dining area, jerking in Logan's hold, beginning to thrash violently.

"I am not sitting in a fucking highchair!"