It was supposed to be a simple job. Get into the lab, knock out the guards, get whatever data was in the computers, and get out. Pretty routine gig, actually. What wasn't part of the deal, however, when you all found a literal child in one of the cells.

"...someone tell me that isn't what I think it is," Barry all but pleaded.

J'onn shook his head sadly in response. "I'm afraid it is indeed a child," the Martian confirmed remorsefully.

"...well fuck," Oliver blurted.

"Oliver!" Clark and Diana scolded simultaneously, with the Amazonian whacking Oliver upside the head.

"Uncalled for..." Oliver muttered petulantly, only silencing when he noticed Bruce's disapproving gaze.

"What should we do?" Arthur asked as he turned to you, arms folded across his chest and a worried expression coming over his Atlantean features, with Hal following suit.