batwomans_gotham | Can't run from me.....

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Can't run from me.....

She smiled, anticipating the moment.

The scientist was fleeing, but Katalyn was in front of him, not behind. He didn't see her because he was focused on the falling shadow of the Batman.

Sticking out her foot from the shadows she smiled, satisfied when he crashed to the alleyway with a yelp.

"You'd think a genius would have some sort of aircraft on his rooftop," she shook her head, muttering as she went to the fallen man as she coughed. "I mean please. Running from a Bat on foot is just stupid."

She reached down and grabbed his gun, trigged her left claw and sliced through it, then chucked it. "Hold still. The Bat's a second away," she laughed softly, golden eyes gleaming as she put a foot on the back of his neck. He made some muffled growl, but she only rolled her eyes, then looked up, grinning.

"Hey. There you are," she said. This was a good night. A very, good night.

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He crossed his arms across his chest, scowling and counting to ten before reacting. He reacted by stomping his foot and saying "I HATE YOU!" he whined.

"Bruce, Clark, cut it out," Leslie snapped, then went over to Nightlife and checked her tempurature before she sighed.

"We should find you some clothes that aren't so... inconspicious."

Of course, Clark's reaction's just made him laugh even more. He snorted and tried to keep it in, not wanting him to get so mad that he'd punch him out or something right through the wall. The exertion made him turn rather red and he sputtered. "You were there like all of five seconds! Hahahahaha..."

He was still trying to catch his breath from the refreshing laughter, and he shook his head at Leslie. "Nuh-uh. I want to wear this." He felt safer in it, anyway, he still had his weapons on him. If he dressed up as a regular little kid, he'd feel even more vulnerable.

He snorted in annoyance, arms crossed over his chest "Want me to kick you into next YEAR?!" he snapped. "Thats it I'm going home" he muttered turning to go back out the door "Maybe the fortress will...... whoosh my back to my normal state"

He found it blocked by a very stern looking Leslie.

"Sit," she said, shaking her head at Bruce. "Stop acting like a child, Bruce. You're in the same position he is. And none of you should go anywhere until we can be sure there's no more harmful side effects. And I fear if you stay in those silly costumes you'll only be attracting attention to yourself, which I have a hard time believing any of you want."

He pouted a little, giving a Bat-glare to Superman. "I'd like to see you try, little Blue."

"That's cause I happen to be a kid. Jeez. The first time I ever act like one in my entire life, probably. Yeah, that includes when I really was a little kid." He folded his arms sullenly. "Silly costume my butt."

Clark rolled his eyes, at who, even he wasn't sure. "Uh side effects? WE'RE KIDS! isn't that Enough?" although that was a point, he still wasn't really himself since the incident which saw him saying goodbye to a whole herd of memories....... which would explain the headache, the speack. "You do know, most people would just assume we're on our way to a costume party? Or well kids playing dress up." he eyed batman "Or in his case an escaped mental patient"

Leslie stood, hands on hips, getting angry. "Both of you-"

"STOPPIT!" Katalyn jumped down from the bed, glaring. "You're both being mean jerks and just stoppit. We should be working together to get big again, not having a peeing match!"

He didn't listen to Katalyn nor Leslie's pleas, and he scowled and leapt from the countertop to Superman, wanting to sock him good for that last crack, a tiny snarling sound coming from the little bundle of energy. "Look who's talking, boyscout! No wait--cubscout!"

He scowled at him "I'm an alien whats your excuse?" he said poking his tongue out. "Your just the sad loner kid who sat at home playing with himself......." he said "But go ahead, feel free to break your fist on my jaw....... won't harm me none".

Katalyn walked over and kicked out the back of his legs, making him hit the floor, and in a flash had whacked Bruce on the head.

"You two are just- just- just DUMB!" she said, then ran out of the room, right between a stunned Leslie's legs.

"Oh dear," she groaned, and smacked her forehead. She looked at the boys. "Oh fine. Have it out if you two need to. But by the time I get Nightlife back in here both of you need to have this settled."

Bruce saw stars for a moment, trying to figure out if Supes had did that really fast while he was talking or something. But no, it was Katalyn.

"I know I'm not 'posed to hit girls, but you're askin' for it," he glowered, rubbing his head. "What is this, beat up on the Bat day?"

"Lets make that a national holiday" he snapped. He sighed, "You know what, You aren't worth the hassel you...... maggot" he mumbled. "I'm gonna go sit outside work out which powers I still have"

Leslie caught up to Katalyn, trying to reach the front door lock.

"Come here," she said gently, scooping up the little girl, who started to cry into her shoulder. "What's wrong, dear?"

"Bruce is mean! And Clarks a $@%@ face," the girl sobbed. Leslie sighed.

He came up to Supes face aggressively, wondering which of the which was taller at this age. He had been slighter when he was younger, but as a teenager he was a big kid. Of course now he was somewhere in the middle.

He faced Clark with a sneer. "You think you're all that cause you have powers, flyboy? This is Gotham, it'll eat you alive with or without 'em. I could take you now and any day of the week, red tightie-whities." He was still very mad at that crack about him, even though it was quite on purpose. "And I'll show you what this sad loner kid can do."

Clark smiled as Batman came up close, content to see he was a tad taller. Silently he thanked his dad for the young upward growth spurt at a young age that had made him, for the only time in his life a little scrawny. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Take your shot" he knew pushing Bruce was never really a bright idea, he may not have had super power but he had something scarier in many ways......... a high IQ. At least this little exchange was taking his mind off the headache that felt like it was getting worse. Not that he'd let Bat know that.

Leslie picked up Katalyn, smoothing her hair, starting to walk back when she noticed through the window the Clark had pushed Bruce slightly, and the two were facing off.

She sighed and sat down, shushing Nightlife and waiting for the boys to work all out.

Bruce sneered but he wasn't dumb enough to throw a punch at a face of steel. Instead he produced a cell phone, and a smirk.

"This is my shot. Want me to call Lois?"

"Thats a low blow fatman" although he thought of something "And say what? Hey, sorry but I just made it so you can go to jail next time you touch your other half?" he asked "Yeah she'll love that," he watched him "Give it here, I'll call her, tell how you got me shrunk" his hand absently went to rub his head "She won't even be happy to hear I was here......... she'd blame you...."

Leslie shook her head at the bickering, still holding Katalyn.

"How long have you known Bruce?" she asked softly.

"A little bit. He didn't like it much I knew who he was," she sighed.

Leslie blinked. "You knew?"

Katalyn grinned then.

"I always know."

He couldn't help it, he sniggered at the jailbait crack. Bruce shrugged. "Suit yourself, cubby, let's see what she has to say. Look, the number on speed dial. Who'da thunk?"

He tossed the phone to Supes with a wicked smirk.

He caught the phone, hand wrapping around it a little to hard and fast causing it to crack and break "Oh dear" he groaned. His lip trembled again as a flood of memories of being this age the first time came to mind, the accidents and mistakes....... "You know what, I can't be bothered with you" he said dropping the broken pieces "I'm going to the fortress"

"Dude, that was my phone!" Batman said even though Supes looked a little upset about it himself. It wasn't like he couldn't buy himself another one.

"Fine. Go. Go off and break other people's phones. I'd call you when we find the cure, but oh yeah? I can't." He stuck his tongue out at Superman and crossed his arms.

He scowled at the bat "Yeah, WAS" he snapped, "Oh like you'd bother anyway" he muttered "Bet you'd leave me small and just laugh at me being the worlds youngest dad" he snapped, wait had did bruce know about that? Best carry on talking "'sides, the fortress might you know fix me"

Bruce had not known about that little piece of information, which was rather odd for him since he could usually deduce these things before anyone else, sometimes even by merely talking to someone conversationally. Except maybe them both turning into a little kid could have hampered that.

"Oh great. Now we're gonna have another super little being flying around the place," he said with a slight sigh. Then a snigger. "World's youngest dad, hee hee."

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