Young Justice Deaged

The one with Scared Adults, Cute Kids, and one Very Good Boy

-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.