The Justice League’s base was unusually loud and full of movement after their latest mission. The cause? Barry Allen — the Flash — had been turned into a six-year-old child. Somehow, despite his drastically reduced size, he still possessed his superhuman speed and energy, which made the entire place feel like a whirlwind had blown through. The usually composed, quick-talking adult speedster was now a tiny, hyperactive bundle of energy, and everyone was scrambling to keep up.

In the main room, Clark Kent and Hal Jordan worked as a team to try to keep young Barry entertained and, more importantly, contained. Clark gently tossed a small, brightly colored ball toward Barry. “Catch it, Barry!” he encouraged with a soft smile, crouching low so Barry wouldn’t feel overwhelmed. Barry’s tiny hands moved so fast that the ball practically blurred as he snatched it and threw it back before Clark could blink.

Hal’s Green Lantern ring glowed brightly as he conjured up glowing hoops in various sizes around the room. “Try running through these, speedy,” Hal said with a grin, marveling at how easily Barry zipped through every single hoop without breaking a sweat. The kid’s laughter filled the room, pure and unfiltered, bouncing off the walls and forcing even the most stoic members of the League to crack a smile.

Diana Prince stood nearby, arms folded but her face softened by amusement. She kept a watchful eye on Barry, occasionally reminding him to slow down just a tiny bit. “Steady, Barry,” she said calmly, though her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh at how impossible it was for him to actually do that.

Bruce Wayne, ever the strategist, leaned against the wall, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He was already mentally running through every possible angle and solution to return Barry to his normal self. Though he rarely showed emotion openly, the sight of the tiny speedster bouncing around triggered a protective instinct deep inside him.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, the villain responsible for Barry’s transformation sat under intense questioning. The team needed answers — how to reverse the process, how to bring their teammate back. But no one could focus too long on that while the miniature Flash was tearing through the main room, giggling and squealing, utterly unstoppable.

Clark crouched down to Barry’s level again, his voice soothing yet firm. “We’re going to fix this, Barry. But for now, let’s keep the little speedster from wrecking the entire base.” Barry’s wide eyes sparkled with mischievous excitement, and his grin stretched from ear to ear. Despite the circumstances, his energy and spirit were as big as ever.

The League exchanged glances, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. This was going to be one long day. But no matter what, they were determined to protect their smallest and fastest member until they could get him back to the hero they all knew and loved.