Captain Marvel & the Justice League

Big Belly with Barry

Before he could blink, Billy found himself bundled away from the training room and seated at the breakfast table at the other end of the Watchtower, Barry's concerned gaze flicking over the tiny pellet marks on his body.

"Amazon warrior battle scars?" Billy grinned trying to lighten Barry's dark mood.

"Are you ok Billy?" His voice was steady though his face was flustered with rage.

"You're really scrawny for a seven year old so I'm going to fatten you up while I can," Barry was by the stove frying bacon, sausages,eggs, tomatoes, pancakes and tomatoes concurrently, tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the food to cook.

Then the breakfast table was overflowing with food. Billy's mouth watered and the delicious aroma.

"Are the others joining us?"  He looked at the empty seats.

"No. It's just the two of us." Barry as he piled eggs, bacon, sausages, a stack of pancakes and a token tomato on Billy's plate.

"Maple syrup?" He grinned waving a pitcher full of the sweet, sticky liquid.

"Yes, please," drooled Billy waving his fork and spoon.

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The usually ravenous Billy felt like a balloon about to burst. His normally concave stomach was as round and heavy as a bowling ball. He could barely move.

Food coma.

How Barry could run after eating most of that banquet was one of life's mysteries but here he was, Billy's swift ride to the meeting room for a Justice League emergency meeting.

One blink and he was in his seat. He certainly could get used to Flash Express, he grinned. He couldn't help noticing that Hal's seat was empty, as were Supe's and J'onn's.

Batman stood up.
"All Earth's Green Lanterns have left for Oa," he began.

"Superman and Martian Manhunter who were due to return today have extended their leave of absence to join their fellow Kryptonian survivors in a memorial ceremony in the solar system where Krypton exploded. They made J'onn an honorary Kryptonian." He growled.

"So the only Kryptonian on earth right now is Captain Marvel, who as you can see, is de-aged and powerless."

"What? Wait. I'm not a K-" Billy protested.

"That leaves us with another problem," Batman cut him off.

The lights went dimmed while the screen showed various images of Mickey Mouse - Mickey Mouse wearing only red shorts, Mickey in a tuxedo and the final image which Batman pointed to: Mickey Mouse in a red gown wearing a pointed blue starry cap, waving a wand.

"This is the Mickey Mouse that de-aged Captain Marvel. The sorcerer's apprentice from Fantasia, which means he has magic powers," Batman grimaced.

"He attacked the Watchtower recently and I retrieved this from him," he waved Billy's blue starry night cap in front of the League.

"Hey! That's not Mickey's! I bought it for Billy!" Black Canary protested.

"You bought his merchandise. This is the real thing," snorted Batman. "Though for some strange reason I could only find Leaguers' fingerprints on it. I'd chalk that up to magic," he grunted.

Billy burrowed deeper into his chair as Batman ranted on about his progress and how they had to capture Mickey Mouse to break the de-aging spell on their remaining heavy hitter before Mickey Mouse rallies his armies to invade earth.

Maybe he should come clean.

Then again, seeing the parenting skills and protective tendencies of his fellow Leaguers, it might not be good to let them know he was really a ten year old homeless orphan.

Classical music streamed into the meeting room.

"Who's playing Ponchielli?" Growled Batman.

The wall behind Batman shimmered. A hole parted in it. Out danced a pink hippo in a ballerina tutu. It executed a graceful leap, landing in front of Batman. The hippo held up Batman's chin so that they were looking at each other eye to eye.

Then it twirled and leaped into the center of the meeting table, vanishing through it.

More holes appeared in the meeting room walls as a chorus of pink ballerina hippos in tutus partnered with green bipedal alligators wearing feathered caps danced through them.

Code red. The Watchtower is under attack!