[Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern have been turned into children.]
This better be temporary.
You sound weird, Whoa. So do I!
[Grinning at being the tallest] I kind of like this.
[to Green Lantern] What's the matter?
I wore glasses as a kid. Guess I need them again. [large, square, green glasses appear on his nose] Wow! I didn't even try to make these!
[Superman cracks up]
[Green Lantern strains and morphs the glasses into a mask]
[smacks him] Will you stop messing around? We gotta find Mordred!
Bet the little punk's in there! [runs towards the castle. Green Lantern, Superman, and Wonder Woman all quickly overtake him by flying] It's not a race!
[Kid Batman is having trouble with a guard, Kid Wonder Woman punches it in the leg, causing it to shatter, then catches Kid Batman as he falls.]
Let go, I'm fine! [Stalks away, pouting]
[The group is thrown into a dungeon; a toddlerized Etrigan comes out.]
[Etrigan burps fire and is caught by Superman.]
[to Superman] Don't hurt him!
[being bitten by Etrigan] Tell him that!
Etrigan! You stop right there. I mean it! You naughty monster. Bad, bad, Etrigan. [Etrigan starts to cry. Wonder Woman picks him up] Hey little guy, it's okay, I won't hurt you.
You've got to be kidding.
He's just a baby. [Burps Etrigan] That's all he needed.
[sniffs] Aww man, that ain't all she needs.
Now that is a job for Superman.
You've used it all. Don't you realize what you've done? A bargain is a bargain.
[After the League members been changed back to adults, Wonder Woman is still holding Etrigan]
[Wonder Woman drops Etrigan, looking somewhere between disgusted and annoyed]
Thank you, thank you. You've all been so kind to me tonight. You know, my cousins, the Sirens, never thought I could sing. Really! They thought they were all that with their 'Charm the Sailors' routine. But I'm showing them, aren't I?
[Dead silence. Circe glares - the audience applauses]
Oh thank you! I love you all! Are there any requests?
I'm not sure I know that one...
You're both beginning to remind me of Sisyphus after a hard day pushing his boulder up a mountain. But me, I could keep this up all night.
Wait. It seems that magic always has a price.
What would I have to give to make you lift your spell on Diana?
Well, now you're getting interesting. I want something from you that's very precious. Something you've worked very hard to conceal. Something when gone, you can never regain. Something so shattering...
[cut to Batman at a mike]
[singing] Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears in my eyes telling you... Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears In my eyes tellin' you? Am I blue? You'd be too If each plan That you had done fell through...
[Zatanna sniffles]
[singing] There was a time I was Your only one...
[Circe sobbing]
But now I'm the sad And lonely one...
[Zatanna is listening to Batman sing as her eyes tear up. She produces a handkerchief to dab at her eyes... then passes it to Circe, who is also crying at the performance.]
And you'll keep your part of the bargain?
A deal's a deal. He can stop now.
[Both keep watching the performance.]
[singing] I should say...
[Wonder Woman grunts]
Remember when Penguin tried to kidnap that singer?
Ricky what's-his-name? So?
I spent a month on stakeout. Must've heard that song a hundred times.
[to Batman, after he leaves the stage] Is there anything you can't do?
There's one thing I've never been very good at. Saying "thank you." [they share a smile]
And, truthfully, it's all still pretty much of a blur to me. Did I miss anything?
Not really. The important thing is you're safe.
Yeah. Of course, that's not the only important thing.
[Wonder Woman humming "Am I Blue?"]
[Gilbert Halstrom painting]
[Gilbert Halstrom gasps]
What's with the running, doc? We both know how this is gonna turn out.
GHGilbert Halstrom
I didn't tell anyone! I swear!
Good. Then you're the only loose end.
[Supergirl grunts]
[Gilbert Halstrom whimpering]
You can scream now, if you want.
[Gilbert Halstrom screaming]
[Supergirl screams]
[Supergirl panting]
Hmm. I've never fully understood the mechanics of dreams. I don't have them myself.
Well, this one's doing a number on my ceiling, and Pa Kent's getting tired of patching it.
I will say this. What I saw was far more linear than ordinary dream logic. But it didn't seem like a memory either. It was inconclusive.
You mean... I might actually have done these things?
I'm sorry. I just don't know.
Don't listen to this guy, everything's conspiracies with him.
Not "conspiracies". Conspiracy. Singular.
