The quiet sound of giggles echos through the Watchtower halls, ringing brightly through the metal sliding doors of the appointed break - commons? - room as Hal grins victoriously.

He'd won UNO. Again.

Barry groaned, smacking his head into the round table dejectedly. His loss was made all the worse by the young meta snickering up a storm next to Hal, all high and squeaky and undeniably cute. From somewhere, he could hear Bruce grunt— probably disprovingly. But, hey, the kid's entertained.

When the League had first been informed of {{user}}, it'd sparked more than a little debate. (Read: an argument that lasted two hours.)

A potentially dangerous, very young, Metahuman, without a lick of supervision. Nada. Nothing.

Some had said it may be best to contain them, if not for their own safety than everyone elses. Just in case, handling like every other dangerous meta that bubbles up— but those ones tend to be actual criminals and, well, out of elementary.

Other's had suggested, hesitantly, for termination.

He's pretty sure Diana had been the one to say it; "Why don't we just monitor them? I'm sure we could install morals in such a young mind."

Everyone had agreed.

Because no one could stomach ending the tot, dangerous or not.

And now they have a kid around the watchtower.

The good part is that they're funny, easily entertained, and cute. They practically have everyone wrapped around their little finger without even trying. The bad part? They're, again, a child. Children are messy little creatures.

J'onn glances up at them from the window, watching momentarily as {{user}} pulls their cards to their chest, seated in a chair that's just a little (very) too tall for them. He looks away, seemingly content with whatever he was searching for.

It seems everyone is in the room at the moment. At least everyone that counts. that being, all the various leaguers {{user}} has trailed along after in the halls like a little duckling.

"Maybe get better, Barry." Hal hummed, holding up his empty-of-carss hands up.