Title: Knocked Up

Summary: Angels and Demons roam the earth – the Justice League is caught up in the age-old battle between Good and Evil and getting knocked up.

Pairings: include Boostle, Batflash, Blue Arrow (a new pairing consisting of Dove and Green Arrow.) Questressawk(Question/Huntress/Hawk(yes I went there!) and Shinilante... and more as chapters progress

Chapter 25

Superman groaned as Kon-El continued to chant the seven words he was beginning to hate. It was past midnight and the teen was still chanting away.

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"No," Superman said, as he spun around on the couch.

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"No," he covered his ears with the pillow.

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

Superman growled, and jumped up angrily. Kon-El swallowed as he watched Superman's dark figure walk over to the drawers. The figure stormed over with something in his hands. Kon-El scattered backwards away from Superman when he suddenly felt something sticky covering his mouth. He touched his lips and found that they were covered by masking tape.

"Now go to sleep and shut up," Superman snapped, before walking to the couch. Kon-El sat on the bed, feeling somewhat insulted.

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"Cassie! It is almost one! Give it a rest," Diana shouted.

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"For Hera's sake! No!"

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"By the powers of Zeus! SHUT UP!"

"Can I train with Dick and Roy?"

"ARRGHHHH!" Wonder Woman shouted. "I GIVE UP! YOU CAN TRAIN WITH THEM!"

"One down, three to go," Cassie grinned, as she turned her back and fell promptly asleep.

"Can we please train with Dick and Roy?" Tim and Bart chanted, at three in the morning. Wally groaned a 'no' and spun around, he sighed impatiently as the pair continued to chant.

"Can we please train with Dick and Roy?"

Bruce snored loudly, and it some how sounded like a no. Wally sat up as the teens spoke again.

"Can we please train with Dick and Roy?"

"Can you two please just shut up and let me sleep!" Wally snapped, "It's late, and none of us have slept! Please! Just go to sleep and start chanting away tomorrow!"

"Can we please train with Dick and Roy?"

"OKAY FINE!" Bruce roared, as he sat up angrily. Bart and Tim high fived and tiredly went to bed. Bruce growled and threw a pillow at the pair. He stood up and shivered.

"Where are you going, babe?" Wally asked.

"I need to pee," Bruce said, "She's asleep on my kidneys, and it hurts."

"You want a massage?"

"Yes, thanks," Bruce yawned.

"Will you two shut up? Bart snapped from his room. "We're trying too sleep!"

Bruce growled.

"We got a yes," Bart and Tim grinned at Dick and Roy, as they head towards the library.

"What about you Cassie?"

"Yes as well," Cassie grinned. "I wonder what Konny got?"

"A no," Kon-El sighed, "He covered my mouth with tape last night, and when I woke up this morning he was gone."

"Damn," Bart said. "I suppose now it will be easier for you to get a yes, because we did."

"Hopefully," Kon-El said, as they entered the library. Martha was sitting at the table typing away, slower then usual as the group walked over.

"Wow, you look tired," Dick said. This was an understatement. Her hair looked a little un-kempt, her eyes were bloodshot and barely open, and her entire body was trembling.

"Martha, have you slept?" Roy asked.

"Nope," Martha shrugged, yawning loudly. "Why? Should I?"

The men froze and stared at the ex-angel blankly.

"Uh, have you slept at all this week?" Roy asked.

"No, I was busy trying to keep up with these damn books," Martha muttered. "The coffee helped but there isn't any left. And decaf sucks."

"Okay," Bart said, looking at her like she was going insane. "Maybe you should find yourself a bed and go to sleep."

"I'm busy," Martha said.

"You're not Batman!" Dick said, "Now go!"

"Okay," Martha yawned, standing up. She sniffed, "Man, what is that smell?"

The group sniffed around before Tim giggled.

"Have you had a shower?" Tim asked.

"Why would I have a shower?" Martha asked, before realization dawned on her. "That smell, it is me, isn't it?"

"Yeap," Roy laughed, "Though you smell like roses to me…"

"Okay, you should go find yourself a shower and a bed," Dick said, pushing her out the library, "We will keep this place up to date."

"Uh huh," Martha yawned, as she walked towards her room. She hoped she could find it though; she never used it at an angel…

"I think she needs a guide on how to be human," Bart said, "I wonder if there is a book on that in here. Where are her Idiot Guides?"

"What are you doing Q?" Huntress asked as she sat beside him and Hank. Question had a piece of paper and a large book in his hands.

"I'm looking for baby names," Question said, as Hank sighed impatiently. Huntress grabbed the piece of paper and read through the several names he had written.

"Balchaster? Octavia? Kacela? Kabibe?" She read out, "What kind of names are these?"

"We ain't naming one of them with those names," Hank snapped, grabbing the paper. He scrambled it up and threw it in the bin.

"Hey!" Question snapped. "I'm the one carrying the five brats, so I name them."

"Yeah, well we have to put up with your whining and stupid food habits," Hank said. Huntress smirked as she peered through the book.

"Abel is a nice name," Hank shrugged.

"We can name his brother Cain then," Question muttered.

"Q!" Huntress snapped. "Oh, I love the name Bianca."

"Yeah, that's nice," Hank said.

"It's too common," Question said.

"How's this, Q, you name one of the kid's a stupid name," Hank said, "And Huntress and I will name the other four."

"How about you two choose one name, and I'll pick the rest," Question said.

"Let's write the list now," Huntress said, grabbing the pen and pad. "Five girl names and five boy names…"

"Good idea," Hank said, "Put Bianca down first."

"Done," Huntress said as she wrote down the word.

"Balchaster," Question said.

"We are not naming our kids Balchaster!" Hank snapped, "Go buy your self a dog, and name it Balchaster!"

"I am naming my son Balchaster whether you like it or not!" Question snapped, back.

"Vic, forget it, we want names that the kids will like," Huntress said. Question growled, as he stood up snatching the book from Huntress. He stomped away from them moodily, with his nose up in the air.

"Fine, we will call one of Balchaster," Hank sighed, annoyed. Question smirked and walked back over, he sat between them and handing the book to Huntress.

"What do you think of Ebony?" Huntress said.

"Doesn't that mean black?" Hank asked.

"More or less," Question muttered.

"Yeah maybe not," Huntress smiled. "What do you think of Abigail?"

"Yeah that's nice, but only Abby," Hank said, "Abigail sounds like a 1940's name."

"Yeah I agree," Huntress said as she wrote the name down. Question sighed as he stood up again. "Where are you going?"

"I'm hungry," he said as he walked out.

"I think he is growing annoyed," Huntress said.

"Not our fault," Hank said, "he's the one who wants to name his kid Crapchester."

Huntress burst out laughing.

"Elizabeth is a nice name," Hank said, as he pointed at a name. Huntress nodded and wrote it down. "While you're writing that up, get rid of Balchaster, will you?"

"Q will have a tanty," Huntress said, "but we can just call the squirt Chester."

"Hmm, sounds like a cat's name," Hank said.

"It's still better then Balchaster," Huntress said. "Hmm Yeliz, that's a nice name. Oh it's just a variant of Elizabeth."

"Aidan is a nice name for a boy," Hank said. "It sure beats Balchaster."

"Hank, every name beats Balchaster," Huntress said, "I wonder what it means though? Or what language it is?"

"Probably means moron in Crapanese," Hank said, Huntress snorted loudly.

"Okay, so far we have Bianca, Abigail, and Elizabeth for the girl names and Aidan, and Balchaster for the boys," Huntress said.

"What do you think of Brandon?" Hank said.

"It's cute," Huntress said, "Should I add it?"

"Don't see why not," Hank shrugged. Huntress nodded and added it. "Callisto, that's a cute name if you shorten it to Callie."

"It means the beautiful little one," Huntress read out loud. "I like it."

"Add it." Hank said. "I wonder when Question is gonna come back?"

"He seemed annoyed," Huntress said, "So I doubt he'll be back for a while."

"He likes the name Britney though doesn't he?" Hank asked.

"Yeah," Huntress said, jotting the name down. "May as well add it, just to make the guy happy."

"Man who would name their kid Kermit?" Hank asked.

"Considering Q wants to name his son Balchaster," Huntress shrugged "ohhh, Dominic is a lovely name."

"Yeah, I like that," Hank nodded. "We only have one boy name left…"

"Joseph is a nice name, Joss for short," Huntress said, there was a knock on the door as Huntress wrote down the final name; Hank jumped up and opened the door to reveal Don and Ollie. "Hey guys."

"Hey Helena," Ollie grinned. He sat himself on the sofa and switched on the TV. "What are you two up to?"

"Choosing names," Hank said, as he sat beside him with two beer bottles. "You want?"

"Sure," Ollie grinned as Hank opened on of the bottles. "So what names did you choose?"

"We made a list," Helena said, throwing him the pad. He caught it and grabbed the beer bottle from Hank. Don leaned over as Ollie read them out loud.

"Bianca, Abigail, Elizabeth, Callisto, Britney, Balchaster- what kind of stupid name is that?"

"That's what Q wants to name one of the boys," Helena sighed.

"It must be an important name to him," Don said, logically "I wonder what it means though?"

"Who cares?" Hank shrugged, as Ollie smirked and read the last names.

"Aidan, Brandon, Dominic and Joseph," Ollie said, "Those names are nice."

"What have you guys chosen?" Helena asked.

"I chose Jack Daniel and Jessica," Ollie said, "Don want's Phoebe and Leo."

"How are you gonna work that out?" Hank asked.

"Jack Daniel and Phoebe if it's a girl and boy," Ollie said.

"Or Jessica and Phoebe for two girls or Jack and Daniel two boys," Don said.

"You guys are lucky you agree on your names," Helena said.

"Question wanted stupid names like Aram, Octavia, Kabibe and Balchaster," Hank sighed, "God; I hope we have five girls."

Helena and Ollie laughed loudly as Don grinned.

"How's Arsey going, Oll?" Hank asked.

"Fine," Ollie grinned, as he took a long swing of his beer. "He tossed out his entire drug and alcohol stash a few days ago. And he doesn't seem to be having any trouble. In fact, I've never seen him any healthier or happier."

"He was singing in Hebrew this morning," Don said. Ollie looked up at him with a raised brow. "At least I think it was Hebrew."

"The only language Roy knows other then English is Cavemen Grunt," Ollie said. "And he only speaks that in the morning…"

"I know what I heard, and it wasn't English," Don said, "Or Cavemen Grunt."

"Odd, I'll ask him," Ollie said, just as Question walked in.

"Where have you been?" Helena asked when she noticed the puppy in Questions hands. "How adorable!"

She rushed over to pat the puppy but had her hand slapped away.

"Don't touch my bitch!" he snapped. Ollie burst out laughing as Helena rubbed her hand.

"So it's a girl," Don asked.

"Yes," Question said, moodily as he sat down by the table and the baby book.

"So what stupid name did you name her?" Hank said.

"Hankette," Question replied, before cuddling the tiny black puppy, which whimpered. "Isn't that right, Hankette?"

"Hey!"

"Alright fine!" Superman sighed, as he was hassled by the four teens. Diana shook her head as she bit into her sandwich. Shayera smirked slightly; she had to admire the teenagers' determination. The teens high-fived one another as Superman signaled for them to follow. "Now, just so you know, we will plan everything for you."

"But we can train with Roy and Dick right?" Tim asked.

"If it will shut you up?" Green Lantern muttered.

"Yes," Bart said.

"Shayera, do you think you can tag along with us?" Cassie asked.

"No," Shayera said.

"Do you want us to move on to plan B?" Bart said.

"Go ahead," Shayera said. "Give it your best shot…"

"Will you help us with Roy and Dick?" The four teens chanted.

Shayera munched on her Cheerio's as Superman, Green Lantern, Batman, Flash and Wonderwoman groaned.

"Will you help us with Roy and Dick?"

Shayera pulled out an Ipod and popped the speakers into her ears and pressed play. She continued to eat.

"She has us there," Tim sighed.

"Oh no, she doesn't," Bart said, as he began to poke her over and over until the winged woman charged up her mace and sent the teenager running.

"Where are you going?" Sir Justin asked, as his winged companion trotted away from him. Justin followed the horse through a hallway, as Vigilante ran behind him.

"Where ya going, Justin?" Vigilante said, as he caught up with his partner.

"Following Victory," Sir Justin said, as he accepted Vigilante's arm around his waist.

"Hey horsy, where are you going?" Vigilante asked. The horse neighed just as Booster and Blue Beetle walked up to them. The horse stopped and accepted a cuddle from Beetle. "He made us walk here just to hug Beets?"

"Guess so," Sir Justin smirked. "Where are you two of two?"

"Gonna go see a movie," Booster said, "You two wanna come?"

"So long as it isn't a Clint Eastwood movie," Justin said.

"Who's that?" Booster asked.

"Oh dear," Justin whispered, as Vigilante angrily roared out who Mr Clint Eastwood was.

"Where are we?" Martha asked, as Shayera moodily landed on of the jets on a remote island.

"Around the middle of the hemisphere," Roy answered, as the jets engine was shut.

"I don't believe I agreed to this," Shayera muttered, as the group unbuckled.

"Too late now, Shayera," Cassie said, as they exited the jet and walked onto clear white sand. "It's beautiful."

"That's where we need to go,' Martha said, pointing over the jet. The group looked over to where she was pointing; a large cliff hanging over the sea.

"What? Why are we going up there for?" Shayera asked, wondering why the librarian was with them.

"It's a long story," Roy said, as Cassie picked Martha up and flew towards the top of the cliff. Bart zoomed after them, as Kon-El carried Tim on his back, and Dick by the scruff of his shirt.

"You think you could carry me a little better," Dick yelped as the shirt tore. Kon-El nodded and threw Dick up into the air and then caught him with one arm around the waist. Shayera sighed, grabbed Roy, and followed the group.

"You're not training? I'm sorry, you dragged me out here for no reason," Shayera snapped.

"No, we dragged you out here for a reason," Dick smirked.

"It better be a good reason," Shayera snapped.

"Can we trust you?" Martha asked. Shayera gave her a confused look. "What we are gonna tell you stays with you. You can't tell anyone, not Diana, not Superman, not even your mother."

"Considering I haven't seen my mother in almost ten years," Shayera muttered. Roy patted her on the shoulder, comfortingly. "Hands off!"

"Sorry," Roy smiled. "So can we trust you?"

"I suppose," Shayera said, "It depends what you are doing. Is it going to hurt any one?"

"Maybe Roy," Martha shrugged.

"What? How's it gonna hurt me?" Roy asked.

"Well if she tells any one and every one knows," Martha said, "You are gonna being in deep water…"

"What the hell is going on?" Shayera snapped.

"Well its goes like this," Tim started.

"When Roy died," Dick continued.

"Martha made a deal with the angel of death," Cassie said.

"To bring him back to life," Bart said.

"But instead of bringing him back to life," Kon-El said.

"That stupid black wearing son of a bitch stole my powers and made Roy an angel," Martha snapped.

Shayera leaned against a dead tree and stared at the group with a concerned face. She put her finger to her ear and was about to speak into her COMM link when Roy attacked her, or rather held her hands down to grab the communication device. She elbowed him hard in the ribs, several times, but was stunned when he moved away looking unharmed.

"What the hell is going on?" Shayera asked, rubbing her sore elbow. "And are you on steroids now?"

"No," Roy snapped, when he noticed the winged woman's arm darkening into a bruise. "Oh, shit Shay, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay! Just tell me what's going on!"

"Shayera, I'm the Justice League's guardian angel," Martha said. "Or rather I was the Justice League's guardian angel. I was an archangel, but now Roy is the archangel."

"You're what?" Shayera whispered. She then shook her head and walked away from the group, "This is ridiculous."

"Shayera, wait," Martha said, "Turn around."

Shayera sighed, and spun around just as Martha slapped Roy across the back. A pair of magnificent purple wings appeared from behind him. Shayera's mouth dropped as she gazed in awe. Roy stumbled backwards, to the edge of the cliff. Martha walked over slowly as Roy looked down the cliff, worried. It was a long way down, to a pile of back-shattering rocks and water.

"Roy, move away from the-" Dick screamed when Martha pushed him off the cliff hard. Roy screamed as he disappeared down the cliff. Shayera quickly flew over to the falling angel as Kon-El took off after him also. "Martha! What did you do!"

The group rushed towards the edge of the cliff, but Martha who stood where she was waiting. Shayera and Kon-El flew back up looking absolutely stunned as they peered beneath them. Martha grinned as a pair of large wings flapped upwards carrying a ticked-off Roy.

"That's not funny!" Roy snapped, as the wings pushed him towards the cliff. He landed and his wings wrapped themselves behind him.

"How did you know that was going to work?" Tim asked as Roy's wings disappeared.

"The wings can tell when the angel is falling, so they do the work for them. It's how we teach the Cherubim to fly," Martha giggled. "Roy, now that you can fly, you are considered a fully grown adult arch angel."

"Don't do that again," Roy muttered, as his wings disappeared from view.

"Wait, why was I dragged along, if you knew he would fly right away?" Shayera asked, shocked to her core.

"To trick Roy into thinking you'd teach him to fly," Martha said, "But a Thanagerian can't teach an angel to fly."

"You trusted her?" Roy asked.

"Yes," Martha said, Shayera smiled softly.

"So what are we gonna do now," Dick asked.

"What we said we were gonna do," Roy said, "Lets train these little jerks."

"Who are you calling a jerk?" Bart asked.

Once they returned to the tower, the group split up. Shayera and Cassie went to look for Diana. Martha returned to the library, with a cup of coffee. Kon-El, Bart and Tim disappeared to find their fathers as Dick and Roy retreated to Roy's quarters. The couple was sitting watching a documentary about boxes.

"This is stupid," Roy said. Dick swallowed and stiffened as Roy leaned over him to grab the TV remote. Roy giggled slightly as he sat back down and changed the channel. "What's so funny?"

"You're hard," Roy grinned, pointing at Dick's crotch.

"Shut up!" Dick yelped, grabbing a pillow to cover him self. Roy laughed loudly as he changed the channels. "You are such a jerk!"

"But you love me anyway," Roy grinned, Dick blushed again. Roy smirked as he leaned over and kissed the ex Boy Wonder on the cheek. "You are such a dork… but a cute one…"

"Thanks," Dick smiled, looking just past Roy. Roy gently forced the other man to look at him before leaning in for a gentle kiss. Dick's eyes widened when he felt Roy's tongue playing against the roof of his mouth. He closed them as he joined in the kiss. "Mfff, bed?"

"Yeah,"

"Condom?"

"What for?"

"No sex with out safe sex,"

"Gimme a break," Roy said, standing up, "I'm an angel, what diseases are you gonna get from me? Angelitis?"

"Okay point taken," Dick muttered, he smiled when Roy gathered him into his arms and headed towards the bed.

"Ahhheemm," Roy yelped and dropped Dick hard to the ground, as he spun around to face a purple haired woman.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Serena, but I'm from heaven, actually," She said, watching Dick stand up and stand behind Roy, "you really, really don't want to do that…"

"Do what? We weren't doing anything," Roy muttered.

"Lying is terrible when it comes from an angel," she said.

"You're really an angel?" Dick asked, sceptically, "Then why would you have purple hair, and how come you're not wearing white like Martha did?"

She was dressed in denim shorts and a brown singlet.

"Well, my hair or clothes never stays one colour, because it's boring," she said, "and not all angels wear white."

"So you came down here just to tell me I can't have sex," Roy said.

"Mmhmm," Serena said, walking up the mirror. Dick smirked slightly when her hair changed to blonde and her clothes to a single orange robe. "Look, there is nothing wrong with the kissing and cuddles, but no sex."

"Oh great, the fun stuff is the forbidden stuff," Roy muttered, as Serena disappeared from view. "This is bloody bullshit…"