Justice League: Little League

Chapter 3
Little League

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Chapter Description: The Conclusion!

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"I love you! Please stay with me forever! You’re the only one for me!"

Poison Ivy giggled at the naked, mouse-sized boy proclaiming his adoration, his bare backside glowing crimson from his most recent spanking.

"Why, Batman! You’re such a romantic at this size! And you have such precious little dimples in your cheeks!" She giggled. "And you’re so succeptible to my love-potions!"

"I don’t care! I adore you!" He jumped up and down, his pre-adolescent excitement plainly visible as it bounced about. "Please say you love me too!"

Meanwhile, in another corner of the playpen, two more tiny, naked boys were running frantically, wind-up toy chickens snapping at their unprotected, and equally red bottoms.

"YIPE!"

"YIPE!"

"YEOW!"

They dashed across a line drawn on the floor with Magic Marker. The chickens wound down and froze in place.

"I win!" Trickster laughed, leaning over the side of the playpen to retrieve his chicken. "The Flash is faster than Superman! At least without his powers!"

"Hmh!" Toyman collected his chicken too and began rewinding it. "Best two out of three!"

"Oh, sure!" Smirking down at the two out-of-breath heroes looking up at him in dismay, the Trickster rewound his toy. "Why not?"

In another corner, another red-bottomed boy fought to keep a bottle from his mouth. "No! NO! Darn you, Sinestro!"

"Oh now, is that any way for a widdle baby Green Lantern to behave?" The red-skinned rogue snickered. "It’s only formula!"

"Forget it, Sinestro! I’m not... YEOW!" The pint-sized Green Lantern howled as the energy-ray from Sinestro’s yellow power ring zapped his rump. Before he could react, the bottle’s nipple had been shoved into his mouth.

"That’s a good little Lantern!" Sinestro cackled, watching his mortified arch-enemy choke, sputter, and finally give in, swallowing the infant formula. "Drink it all down!"

A few feet away, a tiny blond boy was also sputtering as he was dunked yet again in a dish of soapy water.

"What’s the matter, Aquabrat?" The Human Flying-Fish gloated when the coughing little hero surfaced. "Soap stinging your teeny little eyes?"

"You’ll pay for this, you crook!" Aquaman squeaked. "I’ll get you for... HEY!"

The Human Flying Fish plucked him out of the dish, dropping him on the playpen floor. He landed hard on his still sore rump, which caused him to leap to his feet again quickly.

And a few feet from the playpen, another boy was lying, fists curled, on a bearskin rug, bright red on both ends.

"Now smile, little Green Arrow!" The Rainbow Archer snickered. Redusa positioned the camera.

"Come on, little fella!" Redusa chimed in. "You should be used to it by now! We’ve done it countless times already!"

"Yeah!" Green Arrow peeped. "An entire day of us shrunk down, turned into powerless kids, stripped naked and paraded around in front of our worst enemies!"

"Yes," Redusa chuckled. "A very profitable day! And tomorrow will be even better! But for right now..."

Redusa waved her wand. Instantly, Green Arrow felt the levitating feather that had tickled his rear earlier return, invisible this time. He fought, but the camera snapped just in time to catch a teeth-gritting, pained smile.

"WHA-HA-HA! Hey, COME ON!"

Redusa waved her wand again. The feather vanished. "Yes, you’re right. No time for that. It’s time for the spanking!"

Green Arrow looked up in horror. "Oh NO..."

Redusa gestured. "Bottoms up!"

Instantly the six heroes found themselves levitated again, hanging in mid-air in a row cheek to cheek. A paddle they were already all too familiar with materialized to swat their already painful backsides.

WHACK!

"OH, YOU’RE GOING... OW!"

WHACK!

"WE’LL GET YOU FOR... OW!"

WHACK!

"YOU’LL PAY FOR... OOOWWWW!!!"

WHACK!

"YOU WON’T BREAK US, REDUSA!" Superman shouted. "WE CAN STAND UP TO ANYTHING YOU DO TO US!"

"You’d better," Redusa smirked. "Because you won’t be able to sit down for weeks!"

The villains watched, laughing and joking, until Redusa dropped the heroes back in their playpen. She turned to show them out and the Justice Leaguers brooded, rubbing their blazing rumps.

"We’ve GOT to get out of this!" Green Arrow growled. "We’ve got to!"

"But how?" Aquaman whined. "We’ve shrunk, we don’t have our powers, our weapons are locked up in those display cases..."

"The display cases!" Green Lantern rushed over, peering through the playpen mesh. "My power ring’s in there! If I can just command it telepathically..."

Green Lantern concentrated. The other heroes gathered around him. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his fists, among other things, clenched, but finally, a faint glow came from the ring. Throwing his head back, Green Lantern willed a glowing green platform to appear, lifting the heroes out of their playpen-cage and carrying them across the room.

"What now?" Flash asked, eying the door nervously.

"The computer console!" Batman commanded. "Maybe we can figure out how to reverse the effects of Redusa’s ray!"

The heroes reached the console just as the glowing green platform flickered and vanished.

"Blast it!" Green Lantern hissed. "My ring’s out of power! I’ll need to recharge it before I can use it again!"

"Never mind that!" Superman said. "We’ve got to work fast! She might be back any moment!"

The six Justice Leaguers ran back and forth across the computer console, trying to decipher its function. Finally, Flash shouted, "Over here!"

The others hurried over. "This switch!" Flash explained, pointing to an enormous, gleaming toggle. "I’m pretty sure it’ll return us to our proper size!"

"Great!" Batman said, bending over to try to lift it. "It’s heavy! We’ll need everyone!"

Seconds later, six tiny heroes were bent over, straining to budge the enormous switch. "All together! HEAVE!"

A few feet away, a camera monitored their waggling red bottoms, broadcasting the picture to a monitor in another room.

"Y’know," Batwoman snickered. "I hate to agree with Poison Ivy, but she’s right. He does have the most adorable dimples!"

"Look at how red they are!" Wonder Woman giggled. "I’d better get some pillows for the meeting room chairs!"

"Poor little guys!" clucked Supergirl. "D’you think we should tell them we’ve already taken care of Redusa and give them a hand?"

She nodded toward the unconscious Redusa sprawled on the floor, her silver wand snapped in half.

"Nah," Mera smiled. "Their sensitive male egoes have been bruised enough for one day. Let’s wait until they’re big and dressed again."

They turned their attention back to the screen and to the peeping, squeaking voices.

"Okay now, HEAVE!"

"UNGH!"

"HEAVE!"

"It’s moving, a little more muscle-power! HEAVE!"

"UNGH!"

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