-The top is me adding context that I've been putting off explaining-

"Flash, what progress have you made?" Batman ordered, entering the lab.

"Well, I think I've got a mock-up of a potential cure, but there are a couple variables I need to iron out." Barry started. "But, Only for the human kids."

"That's progress!" Oliver replied. "We'll have them back to normal in no time!"

"There's an issue with the non-humans, though..." Barry admitted. "The only way I can see pur antidote working is through a gas, but martians are used no not breathing, so an unfamiliar gas may activate M'gann's instincts to refuse oxygen."

"Young Atlanteans Don't even have the lung strength or capacity to handle extended content with pure oxygen." The boys mentor guessed.

"He'd probably cough himself into respiratory failure before the gas makes any change." The speedster nodded, looking a little disheartened. 

"If the human children will be cured first, would it not make sense to focus on curing them, and recruit them to help with their peers while we create the alternative cures?" J'onn asked. "We could stagger the process."

"No, we can't just stagger it..." He pinched painfully between his eyes. "See, there's Superboy."

"Let me guess, super strength?"

"Actually, no. We could just toss in some kryptonite powder, or put him under a red-sun light, but it's worse than that..." Barry admitted. "I've been reading into his genetics a lot and, well, long story short, advanced chemical aging and forced chemical de-aging don't mix." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, superboy was grown to age 16 in just 16 weeks. He was shrunk to about age four a week ago, when the kids were deaged..." Barry surprised himself, it had been a week? "And now he's probably three..."

"He's aging backwards?"

"Blame Cadmus for their lack of precautions." He muttered. "We either need to start his aging back on the right track, or stop it all together before aging him back up."

"If Conner is three now, after just a week, then in three week's he'll be..." Dinah looked sick.

"We'll find a way to turn him back." Bruce muttered to her. 

"But, uh, Macro problem, we don't even have the HUMAN version done!" Oliver pointed out.

"Okay, calm down, I'm trying!" Barry exclaimed. "I have a day job and I'm a hero, and I've done all this work on just a week— while babysitting, too..."

"Calm down, Flash." Bats ordered. "Arrow,  get Star labs working on it. I'll handle Wayne industry. If 55% work on the general human antidote, then 15% can work on each of the nonhuman solutions."

"In the meantime, what about the person Who wants to kidnap them?" Dinah exclaimed, tugging at the roots of her hair anxiously. She felt like her perfect beautiful children were being pulled away to her.

"We'll get everyone we can working on a cure, and everyone who can't protecting the team."

"Speaking of which, they've been in one place for almost a full 24 hours." Oliver remarked. "You think Lois has done her thing?"

"Definitely." Bruce confirmed. "We should get them somewhere else, safer."

Dinah nodded a little, she'd pick them up. They were hers. She left  the lab, feeling a deep pit in her stomach.

"Canary?"

She turned to face Batman. "What?"

"We're going to work this out. We'll put him in a stasus pod if we need to. Sometimes you need to make decisions for children for their sake."

Dinah refrained from making a 'letting a nine year old fight crime' comment. "We should probably get Kaldur into the water pretty soon, then."

"Do you want to pick the children up from Metropolis?"

"I can do that." She replied, calmed by the aspect of seeing her precious children again, even though it'd only been a day or so.

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"Hey baby." Dinah scooped Robin into her arms, bouncing him gently. "Were they alright for you?"

"They were alright." Lois replied. "You're the one who looks after them, aren't you?"

"I'm the team's trainer."

"Superboy says you take care of him."

"I... I guess I do."

"And Missy?"

"I guess I'm partially responsible for Miss Martian."

"Just look after them, because these kids can't do anything, and no one seems to care!"

"I care, don't worry." Dinah shushed Artemis, who had awoken from her nap and approached her pseudo mother. "Hey Artemis, did you have a  good night?"

She nodded sleepily, putting up her arms to be picked up. "Mm mhm We played Justice League. 'N' but— we had pizza."

"Sounds like fun." Dinah said, struggling to carry both children at once. 

"Hi an'ie Dinah!" Wally smacked into her legs with a hug.

Dinah looked at Wally.

Lois looked at Wally.

Dinah looked at Lois.

Lois looked at Dinah.

"I mean... there are hundreds of people named Dinah." Lois replied. "Doesn't narrow it down much."

"You probably won't remember it."

"I won't." Lois replied. "I've heard almost all of these kids' names i n the past day, and trust me, they won't show up in any articles."

"Well that's what matters. The children's safety comes first." Dinah said, trying to show Wally affection with two baby Gothamites in her arms. Eventually she had to put down Artemis for the sake of her arms, and pet the kiddies' heads. 

Conner was watching from behind the couch, visibly upset and jealous that his maternal figure was giving love to the others, instead of him. Seeing this, Dinah waded over through the see of children, and asked to hug him, which he confirmed as acceptable.

Kaldur and M'gann faded out of the woodworks eventually, the former actively trying to prevent the Latter from licking something she probably shouldn't lick.

"Wait, There's—"

"This?" Dinah asked, handing over an open envelope with a cheque inside.

"Exactly. Thank you."

"Yeah, I'll just get these ones packed up and we'll get out of your hair." Dinah said, placing Dick on the couch next to Wally to rest her arms momentarily.

"Let me ask you a few questions about the pages you provided." 

"I'll do my best."

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"We'll find a place to take you guys, we're only in the mountain for a few hours, and only because the league is here." She told the children, gladly running in circles around the wide, empty, and air-conditioned, meeting room

"WOLF!" M'gann called. "Here Boy!"

"Sphere?" Conner sprinted out of the room, M'gann following. 

"Guys, NO!" Barry called. "We need a baby gate or something to keep them in place..."

"We're not babies!" Wally exclaimed, crawling in and out around his uncles legs. "Hi uncle Barry!"

"Hi Walls, didja have fun?"

"Mm hmn!" He grinned. Weaving around his ankles. "Ms. Lois jumped out the window, but she was okay."

"...nice." Barry replied uncertainly. "Well, we're working on getting you back to normal, kiddo."

"Oh, okay."

"But hey! When you're back to normal, you guys can go play paintball, or buy yourselves candy or something?"

Wally's eyes lit up. "When can we be back to normal?"

"Soon, kiddo. We're working on it." Barry ruffled the toddler's red hair, forgetting any of his Anxiety from earlier.

"M'gann!" Dinah called. "Can someone help me find Conner and M'gann? They ran off." 

"I'll help." Diana volunteered, following after her and the children. 

"DADDY!" Dick squealed, letting his father pick him up. He threw his arms around Bruce's neck.

"Hi Dickie." Bruce whispered, cuddling the infant closely. He hadn't seen the baby about twenty hours, and had been terribly worried. Sure, he'd gotten a chance to address Dick over the phone to sooth him, but it wasn't the same because he was concerned Lois Lane might be eaves dropping. She'd correctly guessed his identity as is...

Excited to be cuddled by his father, Dick made what must be the most adorable little squealing/gurgling noise ever, and tried to grab the ears of Bruce's cowl.

"Hi uncle Ollie!" Artemis showed off her awesome toy bow. "I wan the arrows back!"

"No way!"

"But it's— they're dry pulls! I can't— need arrows!" She angrily explained.

"What's the harm in just giving her the arrows?" Barry asked, letting Wally use him as a playground. "They're baby arrows, they won't hurt you."

Oliver looked offended. "Don't underestimate my sidekick! She could kill you with her baby bow— even without arrows!"

"She's three, like Wally!" The speedster gestured to his nephew, currently crawling all over his shoulders, needing to be held in place out of his mentor's fear that the child may fall.

"Well my Sidekicks just more powerful than yours." Oliver said defensively, holding his squirming sidekick on his lap, much to her protest.

"Are you  kidding?" Barry scoffed. "Wally is three and still has all of his powers! He could take yours down in seconds!"

"Sure, he's fast, but he's sloppy, especially as a toddler! He'd miss her by a few feet, and her muscle Memory would kick in: She'd shoot him with NO effort!"

"She could not!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Not if you don't give her her arrows!"

"OKAY, before you start cage-fighting your toddlers..." Dinah said, dragging in a floating Toddler, who kept waving for Wolf to follow them.

"Woof!" Artemis wriggled and squeezed out from under Oliver's arm, hurrying to the dog. Luckily, Wolf was SO large that the impact of a toddler was little more than that  of a full grown human having a teacup dog run into their ankle. "Good doggie!"

Wolf grunted a little and lowered his head, trying to bathe the cub, and making her squeal.

"You okay kid?" Oliver asked anxiously, watching his sidekick writhe and scream.

"He's kissing me!" Artemis giggled, trying to avoid the huge, damp, ticklish tongue.

There were fast, heavy footsteps, and a soft whirring sound. "I found one!" Diana shot out out the hallway Dinah had just exited, a toddler gripping her shoulders for dear life in what may have been the only piggy back ride he'd ever experienced. Diana gradually slowed on her trek across the room, followed by what they now recognized as the team's favorite metallic circle.  "Here you go, little one." Diana swung the boy down and set him on his feet.

Conner immediately lost his balance and fell backwards onto his rear end. Diana helped him up again. "We found Sphere!" He proclaimed proudly, ambling over and incasing the warm metallic ball in a tiny bear hug, almost lifting the 800kg ball off the ground.

"We got Wolf!" M'gann told him, descending from the air onto the beast's back. Wolf promptly shook her off his back so he could try to clean her as well as Artemis.

"WOLF!" Conner whistled, and the creature faithfully strode over, letting the now-three-year-old incase his front leg in s hug. Wolf lapped the whelp's cheek. Pleased that Wolf and sphere were still here for him— they were all he had— Conner turned back to the amazon. "You're strong! I'm strong too."

"I've heard you're strong." Diana replied, crouching closer to the boy's height.

Wolf, freed from the hug, lapped Conner's cheek and paced off to defend Robin, who'd been placed down on the sofa for a half second. It was clear to Wolf that he needed to cycle playing with the other children, trying to clean them, and caring for the smallest whelp. He may not have a alpha female (or alpha male, Wolves can swing) by his side, but Wolf was not apposed to taking on a parental role for these cubs.