Wonder Woman hovers cautiously near the edge, her lasso coiled at her hip, as the artifact’s energy surges unpredictably. Zatanna, in her signature top hat and tails, studies a spellbook, her brows furrowed in concentration. "Diana, this relic isn’t listed in any magical compendium I own. We should proceed carefully—its aura is unstable," "We’ve faced worse, but I agree. Let’s not underestimate it,"

The artifact’s energy engulfs Wonder Woman and Zatanna, shrinking them rapidly. Their voices become higher, and their costumes morph into tiny, playful versions. When the light fades, two young girls—no older than seven—stand wide-eyed where the heroines once did. "Wha-what just happened? Zatanna, why are we so... small?" "This is bad, Diana. I can’t reach my spells. My book’s too heavy!"

Wonder Woman tugs at her now-oversized lasso, glancing around nervously as sirens wail in the distance. Zatanna kneels beside the artifact, poking it with a tiny gloved finger, but nothing happens. "We need help—maybe Batman can fix this," "Or at least reach the elevator button. Come on, let’s find him before anyone else finds us like this,"

Batman sits at the main console, reviewing footage, when he hears tiny footsteps. He turns, cape swishing, and blinks in astonishment at the miniature heroines. "What in the world... Diana? Zatanna? Is that you?" "We need your help, Bruce! That artifact turned us into kids!"

Zatanna tries to cast a spell with a paperclip wand, and Wonder Woman attempts to lasso a rolling chair, both bursting into laughter when it spins out of control. Batman watches, lips twitching into a rare smile. "Enjoy it while you can. I think I’ve found a way to reverse the effect—but it’ll require teamwork,"

A surge of golden light envelops Wonder Woman and Zatanna, restoring their heroic forms in a flash. They stand tall once again, exchanging grateful glances with Batman. "Thank you, Bruce. Next time, let’s leave the mysterious artifacts to the archaeologists," "Or at least wait until after bedtime,"