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... ArseWing and more as chapters progress
Chapter 28
"That was delicious," Bruce sighed, blissfully.
"You wanna go on a canoe ride?" Wally asked, "We're near the Arno River, least I think that's what it called."
"Sure let's go," Bruce smiled, taking Wally's hand. The pair walked down a staircase and ignored the looks they were getting from the crowd. Once they reached the water, Wally paid for a canoe and helped Bruce the small boat. He then jumped in and began to row them away from the land. He yelped when Bruce suddenly splashed him with the cold water.
"Ha, ha. Very funny," Wally said, before using the paddle to spray Bruce with the clear liquid. Bruce screamed loudly as the cold water sunk through his shirt.
"Wally! You froze the baby!" Bruce snapped, rubbing his overgrown belly.
"Sorry, babe," Wally said, kissing Bruce.
"I've had a great time today, Wally," Bruce smiled.
"So have I," Wally grinned.
"What took you two so long?" Huntress asked, as Don and Ollie walked back.
"Oh, Don found a rock he wanted to climb," Ollie shrugged, "But then he couldn't get down."
"Lemme guess," Vic asked, as Hankette struggled to remove an orange sock from his grasp. "You stood there laughing at him for the entire time, until you decided you had enough."
"Some thing like that," Don smirked, as he sat down beside his brother.
"Hang on, did you make fun of my little brother?" Hank asked, standing up. Ollie nodded as he walked backwards quickly. Hank let out a war cry and ran after the laughing blonde.
"Dumb and dumber," Vic muttered, as he yanked his sock from the small puppy. He shook it above the dog's head and watched as it jumped upwards to grab the bright orange sock. Meanwhile, Hank had caught Ollie and was wrestling him near the water's edge.
"If they fall in," Don muttered.
"Where's a camera when you need it?" Vic asked when Ollie suddenly pushed Hank into the freezing cold water. Helena and Vic burst out laughing as Don sighed in annoyance. Hank exited the water, drenched and with a death stare implanted into his face. Ollie took this as a warning, and began to run. Of course, Hank was deadly when pissed off, so it only took several seconds before Ollie was as wet as Hank was.
"You are right," Don said, "They are dumb and dumber!"
"I do not believe we spent all of our Valentine's Day watching Clint Eastwood movies, and eating popcorn," Sir Justin complained.
"Well, what do you wanna do?" Vigilante said.
"Go to a restaurant like all the other couples," Justin said, moodily.
"How's McDonald's sound to you?" Vigilante asked.
"I meant a fancy one!" Justin snapped, "With healthy, actual meat!"
"Why don't we go 'n get some KFC?" Vigilante said.
"Isn't that also a fast-food restaurant?" Justin asked, warily.
"Yeah,"
"No!" Justin growled.
"You feeling okay," Vigilante asked, wrapping his arm around Sir Justin.
"A little tired," Justin sighed, "Can we go get some Ice-cream?"
"There's a new ice-cream shop down the road," Vigilante said, "What flavours do ye want?"
"Cookies and Cream," Justin said, "And lemon, and perhaps some plain vanilla."
"Any thing else," Vigilante asked, looking for his wallet.
"Strawberry ice-cream too," Sir Justin said, "And that minty chocolate one."
"I'll buy a bit of every flavour," Vigilante smirked.
"Wonderful," Justin said, perkily, as Vigilante grabbed his wallet and walked out the door. "Don't take too long."
"Sure," Vigilante grinned.
Ted lay blissfully in Booster's arms, munching on a chip as Booster stroked his hair. The pair was sitting on the ground above a thin picnic cloth that Booster laid on the ground for the pair. Booster decided to surprise Ted by throwing him a tiny picnic inside their bedroom. He had a vase with a rose in the middle of the cloth that was surrounded by plates, cups, sandwiches, drinks and junk food for two.
"Why can't you be like this everyday," Ted asked, as he opened a bar of Snickers chocolate.
"I'll keep it in mind," Booster grinned, massaging Ted's shoulders and neck.
"Yeah, right there," Ted groaned, delightfully. Booster nodded and continued to massage the area.
"You need anything else massaged?" Booster said, nibbling on Ted's ear. Ted whimpered slightly, his ears were very sensitive; of course Booster knew this and used it to his advantage. Ted threw the unfinished chocolate to the ground and pushed Booster onto his back. He climbed above him and smirked, as Booster grinned up and him. "As much as I prefer being on top, this is good too!"
"Oh shut up and kiss me," Ted snapped.
"How am I meant to kiss you?" Booster smirked, "You're all the way up there!"
"Oh ha-ha," Ted smirked back, before lying across Booster's chest to reach the blonde's red lips.
Several days later
"Are you two idiots ready yet?" Wally called out loudly, as he carried a basket filled with foods and utensils. Bart zoomed down beside him dressed in a grey jumper and brown shorts.
"Where are we going?"
"Not sure," Wally said, "To a beach some where near Australia. The weather is perfect for swimming there. You have a pair of Speedos on?"
"No," Bart said, making a face, "I'll go change into board shorts."
"Okay," Wally said, turning around to face Alfred who was dressed in a grey t-shirt and brown cargos.
"Must I wear these," Alfred sighed, holding a pair of red Speedos.
"Well Bart's wearing boardies," Wally said.
"I do not believe I will swim any way," Alfred said. Bart and Tim walked down the staircase as Bart roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Wally asked.
"He's wearing the Speedos!" Bart laughed, as Tim flushed with embarrassment.
"So am I," Wally shrugged.
"Yeah, but that's you," Bart said, "Tim is cool."
"But Speedos aren't?" Wally asked.
"Not when you wear them," Bart smirked. "Where's Bruce?"
HONK.
"In the car," Wally said, as he pulled Tim into a one armed hug and walked outwards.
"Why is he in the car?" Tim asked, "I thought we were going by the League's transporter thingy."
"We are," Wally said, as they walked outside. Alfred locked the door. "Bruce is just trying to get us outside."
"It took you lot long enough!" Bruce snapped, leaning against the Porsche as he rubbed his giant belly.
"Is Dick gonna be there?" Tim asked, as Wally spoke into his intercom.
"Yes," Bruce said. "Roy will be with him too."
"We are about to go," Wally said.
"Is Konny gonna be there?" Bart asked.
"No," Bruce sighed, just as they were transported. Bruce groaned as his insides where tampered with. He closed his eyes and opened them and found himself on a beach. Wally rushed over to him and held him by his arms as the world spun around him.
"You okay?" Wally asked.
"A little dizzy," he said, as he was helped to the ground. He closed his eyes, as he placed his hand on the soft warm sand.
"Awesome," Tim said, "This is the beach we came to the other day!"
"Yeah, Roy and Dick told be about it," Wally said, just as the two said men appeared beside him. "Hey you're here!"
"Yeah," Roy said, accepting a quick hug from Wally. Dick and Wally hugged for a little longer as Bart tackled Roy to the ground. "Hey! You little twerp!"
"Let's play footy!" Bart yelled.
"Let's eat cake first!" Tim said, "I'm hungry!"
"But I wanna play!"
"You'd expect Bart to be whining about his stomach," Dick muttered.
"We can cut the cake later boys, now off you go," Alfred said, as he sat down on a towel beside Bruce. "Are you feeling better master Bruce?"
"Yeah, I guess it was just the travelling got to me," Bruce said, as he and Alfred watched Dick, Roy and Wally team up against Tim and Bart in a game of football. The two teens were struggling against the three older men; especially since Wally continued to cheat while Dick sat on Tim not allowing him to get up, as Roy held Bart at bay.
"This isn't fair!" Tim said, as he struggled to push Dick off him. Roy had Bart in a headlock as Wally decided to turn the football match into a Bart tickling match. The boy squealed as his sides and arms pits were tickled by Wally. Dick grinned and looked down at Tim. The teen stared at him with wide, scared eyes, as Dick raised his hands and wriggled his fingers.
"No! No! NO! hahahah! Stop it- hahaha," Tim yelled, "Help me, Bart!"
"I can't! Heheh! I'm bu-hahah-busy!" Bart laughed, as Wally super tickled him. "Stop it! You-tehehe! Over-grown jerk!"
"Dick! Wally! Roy! Get off them!" Bruce snapped, become fed up with the squealing. The three older boys sighed, as they jumped up. Wally zoomed over to Bruce and sat beside him with an arm around his shoulders and a hand on his belly.
"Hey Tim, the baby is kicking," Wally called. Tim pushed Dick off him and rushed over to Bruce. He placed his hand on the large stomach and waited.
"I don't feel anything," Tim said.
"I don't believe it," Bruce muttered, "She stopped kicking, again!"
"Why can't I ever feel her kick!" Tim whined as Bart zoomed over, followed by Dick and Roy.
"She probably doesn't like you," Bart grinned. Tim slapped him across the shoulder playfully, only to be tackled to the ground by an overactive Bart.
"Who wants some meat pie?" Wally asked, "I mean we are in a part of Australia, which means we should eat some meat pie!"
"I didn't bring any meat pie," Alfred said, startled.
"I mean from the shops," Wally said. "I'll zoomed over and get a few."
"Can you get me a Coke?" Roy asked.
"And I want some pizza!" Bart said.
"Oh and Vegemite!" Tim said, he received a look from the group, "So I like the brown stuff."
"Brown shit more like it!" Bart muttered.
"I'll get fifty meat pies, thirty sausage rolls, twenty Coca Colas and a Coke Zero," Wally said, the server; a fat bald man looked at him like he was a pig, Bart grinned from beside him and whispered something into Wally's ear. "Okay, can I get 50 of those lolly bags?"
"Okay," the man said, as he wrote down what was said. Behind him, two teenagers got to work in preparing the said things. "The meat pies are two bucks each, the sausages are one-fifty, the drinks are a dollar-twenty a can and the lolly bags are fifty cents. That comes down to-"
"195 dollars and twenty cents," Bart said, the man check his calculator and nodded at Wally.
"There needs to be more kids like this squirt," the man laughed. "Me own son is lucky if he knows how to spell his bloody name!"
"Oi!" the boy grunted. "I can too spell me name!"
After half an hour only two meat-pies, three sausages, a can of Coke and seven bags of lollies survived. Bart and Tim were throwing the lollies at one another trying to catch them with only their mouths. Of course a few of the lollies were scattered over the white sand. Dick and Roy were in the clear water thrashing about and catching waves as Bruce and Wally lay in one another's arms on the sand, as Alfred lay on his stomach sunbaking.
"This sand is so white," Bruce said, as he felt the sand slip through his fingers.
"It's a beautiful beach," Wally said, "Not many people come here, its usually only left for the animals."
"No wonder why it's so beautiful," Bruce said, "It hasn't been disturbed much."
"Heads!" Tim called; Bruce and Wally looked up to see a snake flying towards them. Wally opened his mouth and swallowed the sweet. "Cool catch."
Bruce stood up as he spied the large sandcastle that Bart had just completed. The Dark Knight smirked as he kicked the sandcastle over, causing Bart to yelp in anger.
"You ruin my castle, you fat blob," Bart screamed, as he jumped at Bruce who flipped him over his shoulders and then jumped on Bart, playfully swatting his head. Bart yelped as Bruce roared with laughter. Roy looked at Dick with a 'what the hell is wrong with him?' look planted on his face. Dick had the same expression.
Bart giggled loudly when Bruce tickled him under the arms. He gasped for breath, as Bruce suddenly stopped tickling him; he had a worried look on his face as his face suddenly contorted to pain. Bart screamed when he felt some thing wet on his lower arm and waist. Bruce fell backwards groaning in pain as Wally scampered over, followed by Tim and Alfred.
"Bruce?" Wally asked, as he knelt beside him. Bart jumped up and screamed when he saw his shirt was covered in a sticky white and red substance.
"I- I think the baby's coming!" Bruce cried, Alfred knelt beside him and reassured him and Tim looked completely petrified.
"He-he gave birth on me," Bart whispered just as Roy and Dick ran over, dripping wet in nothing but shorts.
"Call the League," Dick said, "We need to get him up to the tower."
"Mr Terrific? It's Flash! We-" Flash stopped, panicking as he pulled out the small commlink. He spoke into it, "Hello! Hello! Shit! It isn't working!"
"Wally!" Bruce cried in pain.
"We need clean cloths," Alfred said, just as Bart pulled of his shirt and threw it to the ground, he zoomed over and grabbed all the cloths he could find.
"The baby can't be born here!" Bruce cried.
"We're gonna get help," Dick promised, "Roy, what are we gonna do!"
"Uh, um," Roy bit his lip and grabbed the Commlink, "Bart, run towards Australia and try the link there. Tell them to send one of the doctors down or to get us up there!"
"What if it's the Link that isn't working?" Bart asked.
"Go find Batgirl," Dick said, "She should be in Gotham. Here are our co-ordinates."
He handed Bart a piece of paper and he pocketed it.
"Wally!" Bruce screamed, painfully. "I think she is coming right now!"
"No! Stay in there, son!" Wally yelled loudly. Bart looked down at Bruce, as look of determination appeared on his face. He zoomed off leaving the worried group alone on the beach.
Roy looked around the beach worriedly. Why weren't there any angels nearby? He was sure that Gabriel was meant to be here.
