Title: What Dreams May Come Author: Agarwaenloth Rating: R Pairings: Oliver/Clark, AC/Bart, Victor/Dinah, Bruce/Dick, Chloe/Jimmy Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, Superman, Batman, Justice League, or anything else that you see that looks familiar.
Warnings: Will be mpreg, will alter the origins of two certain heroes (which will become clearer later on), and will be somewhat movie based in respect to Batman and Robin (mainly due to the age thing)
Summary: Set two years after A Midsummer's Night Dream. A problem with Clark's powers is discovered during a routine recon of a LutherCorp facility... This leads to some rather startling news.
A/N: For Clark's costume, think a mix between Oliver's costume, Superman's, and Batman's revamped costume in the newer movies. I suck at giving descriptions like that, so just use your imagination.

Chapter One

Oliver smiled as he glanced over at the blue and red clad man next to him. God, how he loved this man. He had only dated Clark Kent for two months before he had to leave to complete the training his father had planned for him. That was the worse 11 months, 16 hours, 27 minutes, and 8 seconds of his life. Sure, he could still communicate with his bonded mate, but it wasn't the same as being able to hold him in his arms. When he finally returned, Oliver wasted no time in asking him to marry him.

They had a small, private ceremony, with only a handful of people included. Of those people, there was, of course, Martha Kent and Chloe Sullivan, and Bart, AC, Victor, and Dinah. Oliver also invited billionaire Bruce Wayne, who was also his best man.

They had been married for about a year, with their one year anniversity just a couple of days away. During that year, they had also expanded league activities, gaining allies around the world. They hadn't, however, expanded the actual team, although Oliver knew it was coming. At the moment, they were watching LutherCorp, believing Lex to have something up his sleeve again. The plant they were staking out now was one that had risen major red flags according to their information, gained through the intel of Chloe, of course.

His thoughts were cut off as a couple of guards spotted them.

"Dammit!" he swore, jumping down from the ledge that they were perched on. He and Clark quickly jumped into action, however, not before one of the guards got a couple of shots in. One of the bullets flew towards Clark, who stood in its path unconcerned. However, when the bullet impacted his left shoulder, it did not bounce off.

"Ah!" he cried as the force of the bullet jolted through him. Oliver looked up from where he had just disabled the two guards.

"Clark!" he breathed, instantly by his side. He took one look at the bullet wound and knew he had to get him home. "Hold on!"

Oliver frowned as he looked at Clark resting in their bed. As soon as they had gotten home, the gunshot injury had healed over, leaving only a bloodstain and a plain steel bullet as evidence that it ever existed. However, the bloodlost had been enough to make Clark a little weak, hence why he was currently resting.

It had been a close call, and neither knew why Clark's powers didn't work. Oliver did know, however, that he never wanted to experience something like that again. Seeing his husband covered in his own blood, with a wound far too close to his heart for comfort, nearly caused him to have a panic attack. He was not used to Clark Kent-Queen being physically vulnerable, and just the thought nearly made him ill.

"You are going to give me gray hair," he whispered as he ran his fingers through the dark locks of hair.

"Sorry," Clark said, opening his eyes.

"No need to be sorry, beautiful. I just want to know what's wrong with you."

Clark smiled faintly. "I think I know who may be able to help us with that..."

tbc...