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 35

The newly appointed red-haired Speed of God found himself falling down what appeared to be an elevator area with out the safety of the box. He looked around and found nothing but the shiny white wall around him. No elevator or stairs above or below him. Roy tried to stop his fall by spreading his legs against the walls hoping it would slow him down, but was unable to reach both sides with out tearing his pants.

"This is just great, I'm gonna die! In heaven! How does that bloody work!" Roy asked, attempting to grab onto the wall. "Help!"

"Try your wings," a chipper voice told him. Roy looked up to find strange angel floating above him. Her purple wings flapping behind her lilac skin, violet hair, and fuchsia robes. Roy nodded as he continued to fall; he popped his wings out sighing in relief when he finally stopped falling and floating in the spot.

"That's a lot of purple," Roy said, his eyes ran straight to her neck where a deep purple jewel lay alone between her collarbones. "Who are you?"

"My name's Amethyst,"

"No shit," Roy muttered. "What's your last name? Violet?"

"Angels don't have last names," Amethyst said, raising a brow. Her voice was annoyingly grating in Roy's mind. "You can call me Thistle if you like?"

"Okay," Roy said. "Now, how do I get out of here?"

"Out of here?" Amethyst asked, shaking her head, "No, no, no, you need to teach your lesson!"

"What lesson!" Roy asked, "I ain't no teacher!"

"You mean 'I am not a teacher'," Amethyst smiled. Roy sneered at her, she ignored him and went on. "Come, the children are waiting for you. They've missed you."

"Wait? What children? I don't do children!"

"Well, I certainly hope you don't do children, it isn't a very pleasant thing to do," Amethyst smiled as she pulled him through the walls and into another hallway.

"Oh, no, not again," Roy muttered, as she pulled him along until they reached an area that looked different to the rest of the building. It was brown, rather then white, and made of wood, rather then white plaster. The main difference was the screaming and laughter of children that came behind a closed door. Roy swallowed fearfully as the door was opened, the laughter and screaming stopped when they walked into the room. Roy looked around the classroom eying the young children. He took a guess and decided most were around nine to eleven years of age, and that there was about thirty of them.

They sat silently at their desks looking at him with wide eyes. Roy gave Amethyst a look before whispering to her, "Are they angels?"

She shook her head, "Some, most are orphaned humans we take care of until they can take care of them selves. No angels in this class though."

"Do they know about angels? The humans I mean?"

"Yes, but not that we are," Amethyst said, "We teach them about all the religions, and each one has angels, more or less."

"Except for Atheism," Roy said.

"It is not a religion," Amethyst shrugged. Roy grinned slightly.

"What do I teach them?" Roy asked, peering at the young children who still stared at him. "Why you shouldn't resort to drugs and alcohol?"

"If you were teaching the teenagers today then yes, but they don't need to know," Amethyst smiled. "Their work is all on the desk. Usually Cassiel prepares things herself, but since you're new I got it ready for you."

"Great," Roy muttered sarcastically.

"I have to go now," she said, pulling a strand out of her face, walking away. "Have fun."

"Wait, you can't leave me here alone with them!" Roy cried, as she disappeared through the door. Roy turned around and faced the children who stared at him wide eyes. "Hello."

He was greeted by a long silence. Roy whined silently as he moved towards the desk and sat down. He pulled a paper towards him and read the instructions of the day's lessons.

"I have to teach you about sex!" Roy cried.

"Hey Dick, where's Roy?" Ollie asked, as the black-haired boy and Shayera walked into the kitchen the looking really tired.

"He's at PSW," Shayera said. "We were just there."

"What, for two days?" Hank asked.

"We were helping, Roy wanted to stay," Dick said. Michael had told him that time was different in the building and that an hour inside was actually about four to six hours outside. This was why they were like the walking dead. "He's teaching some of the kids there."

"Wait, Roy stuck around to teach?" Ollie asked. "Was he drunk!"

"Ollie!" Don snapped.

"No," Dick smirked, "though something tells me the second he walks through that door he's gonna demand a beer or two."

"Or ten," Hank said, "Why the hell did he stick around for? Kids are stupid."

"Hank, do you think that's a wise thing to say? You are gonna be a father soon," Don pointed out.

"Pffft, Q agrees with me," Hank said, Question nodded as Huntress slapped Hank across the shoulder.

"I don't," Helena said.

"Why don't you slap him?" Hank snapped.

"Because he is pregnant," Helena said, "You don't hit pregnant women!"

"I am a man, pregnant, but nevertheless a man," Question growled. Helena stared at him before slapping him across the shoulder as well. "Hey!"

"Where's Martha?" Shayera asked.

"Library, with Kon and Cassie," Donna said. "Thank Hera she doesn't get annoyed by them."

"Well some one has to put up with them," Diana muttered.

"We're gonna have to open a childcare up here, or down on earth," Ted said. "Or a zoo."

"And we can throw Tim, Kon, Bart, Cassie and Booster in there," Shayera said, happily. Ted snorted loudly as Booster rolled his eyes.

"I'll make sure one of us brings that up in our next meeting," John said. "But is it possible to find a cage large enough for Booster?"

"Oh, har, har! You're killing me here!" Booster said, sarcasm dripping out of his tongue. Ted snickered slightly as Booster gently squeezed his hand. "We have to go soon."

"You're not leaving cause I insulted you, are you?" John asked.

"Nope," Booster said, laughing, "He wants to go shopping."

"What for?" Ollie asked.

"Baby stuff," Ted said, "I am bored up here, and your boyfriend bores me with his whale speeches."

"He bores everyone with that speech," Hank said, pushing Hankette of his lap. Don looked outraged. "And he is not his boyfriend!"

"You keep telling yourself that," Question smirked, as Hankette jumped back up onto Hank's lap.

"Get off me you stupid mongrel!" Hank barked trying to push her off but the pup barked back angrily and stayed in her comfortable seat.

"She isn't a mongrel, you moron," Question snapped. "She is a purebred Labrador."

"She's a pure pain in the butt," Hank said, just as Kon-El and Cassie walked into the room. Kon was carrying the fifth book of Harry Potter in his arms, and a pout on his face. "What's wrong with you?"

"Martha kicked us out," Cassie whined.

"What did you do?"

"We read out loud," Kon said.

"Is that it," Don asked, raising a brow. "That's a little over the top."

"What did you read?" Hank asked, knowing the pair must have done a little bit more.

"Just this," Kon said, showing him his book. "I was reading the part were Harry yells."

"Were you yelling?" Hank asked, remembering the book quite well. It was a loved book by the Justice League.

"Well, yes, the book said that he yelled and shouted so I yelled and shouted too," Kon said.

"In a library?" Ollie asked. "Didn't you read the rules of entering?"

"We're the Young Justice," Cassie said.

"We don't do rules," Kon said.

"Right," Booster laughed, "Sorry but that only works when Bart says it."

"That's the international Young Justice motto," Kon said.

"It's a stupid motto," Booster said, poking out his tongue.

"I'm gonna tell my dad to ground you again!" Kon snapped.

"Oh yeah, my dad's gonna kick your dad's ass," Booster said, childishly, before adding under his breath, 'in gambling.'

"Your dad isn't even born yet!" Kon said.

"So I'll find my ancestor to kick his ass!" Booster said.

"He'd probably kill himself the second he sees him!" Kon replied. Booster gave the teen a death glare as the group laughed loudly.

"Heh, outsmarted by a kid," Vigilante snorted. "So what have you kids gotten for Bart and Tim?"

"Nothing, Diana won't take me shopping," Cassie said, angrily.

"There is still a week or so," Diana said.

"Yes, but its hard to find something nice," Cassie said.

"Well, I got my present for them already," Kon-El grinned, "Dad and I went yesterday."

"What did you get?" Shayera asked.

"It's a surprise," Kon said.

"Well, it's not for us," Shayera said.

"Then it isn't your business," Kon said, in a final tone, that sounded just like Superman.

"little booger."

"Babies are made when the penis goes into the-" Roy stopped when he saw the terrified looks on the children's faces. "What? Don't you know about sex?"

"We're learning about puberty," a tiny voice came from boy.

"Well, sex is puberty!" Roy snapped. "What's the bloody difference! In the end you grow up and you have sex!"

The boy's lips trembled and his eyes watered.

"Oh, no, no, don't cry! Please, don't cry!" Roy cried, "Maybe we have something else we can read through or something. Oh look we can watch a documentary about… puberty… great."

"Told you so," the boy sniffed, as Roy pulled the television which was sitting on a trolley.

"So, who knows how to work this thing? I didnt think they still made VHS's"

No one replied as Roy slipped the video into the VCR before fiddling with a few buttons.

"Mr Roy, why do adults have sex?" a blonde girl asked. Roy coughed furiously as he spun around.

"Er, to have babies," Roy said.

"But men can't have babies," another boy said.

"That's what you think," Roy muttered, "I mean! Yes, you're right!"

"So then why do men have sex," a brunette girl said.

"So women can get pregnant," Roy replied.

"But men can't have babies," the boy that almost cried said.

"Well if you lot let me explain about sex then you'd know why, wouldn't you," Roy snapped. "Jesus Christ-"

"Miss Cassiel said it was a sin to say God or Jesus's's's name in sin,"

"What's your name?" Roy asked, fiddling with the TV.

"Sammy," he said.

"You're beginning to get on my nerves," Roy replied.

"A lot of people tell me that," Sammy said, sniffing. Roy gave up turning the TV off and at back down at the desk.

"Okay, Sam, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself to the class," Roy said.

"But they know who I am," Sammy said.

"But I don't," Roy said, as he eyed a bundle of cardboard paper. "Sam, actually; first can you hand a paper to every one."

"Yes, sir," Sammy said, standing up. He stumbled over to the desk and reached over to take the papers from Roy.

"Thanks kid," Roy said, "Okay, once you get your paper fold it in half and write your name on one half and then place it on your table so I can read your names."

The children nodded and did as they were told. Ten minutes later several of the children were still making their name stands, making the paper pretty and colourful.

"Dudes! Just write your name so I know what it is," Roy groaned, "I don't care about pretty colours."

"Miss Cassiel did," Sammy said, pushing a renegade strand of pale brown hair from his face.

"Do I look like Miss Cassiel?" Roy snapped as the final name tag went up. "Okay Sam, get up here."

The boy scuttled up to the front of the class room and stood silently waiting for a question.

"Okay, so what's your name?" Roy asked.

"Sammy," he said, in a duh voice.

"What about your last name?" Roy asked, bluntly.

"I don't know," Sammy shrugged.

"What? Your parents have no surname?" Roy asked.

"I don't know who my parents are," Sammy said, softly. Roy mentally hit himself, stupid! Stupid idiot! They are all orphans!

"Sorry kid, I forgot about that," Roy said, as a lot of the kids faces fell. You stupid dickhead! "You know my parents died when I was a kid. A lot of my friends went through the same deal."

"Did you come here when you were a kid?" the blonde girl asked, her name card wrote Jessie.

"Nope, I was brought up by a friend of mine," Roy said, smiling slightly. "I suppose we're the lucky ones; you guys and I, there are still a lot of kids out there on the streets with no parents."

"Or parents that don't want them," another boy named David said.

"Yeah, but those parents are morons," Roy said, sharply. A few of the kids smiled slightly, "I'm guessing some of you kids aren't orphans."

A few kids nodded.

"Oh well, your parents are going to hell," Roy said.

"That's what Miss Cassiel said," Sammy giggled. "Do you believe in hell, Mr Roy?"

"Call me Roy," Roy said, "and yeah."

"Some one told me that Earth was hell," a girl called Jennifer said. "Do you think it's true?"

"Well, some things about Earth are sad, and make you feel like you're in hell," Roy said. "But then there are things that make you think you're in heaven, like Coke Zero."

"And Ice cream!" David grinned.

"Yeah, and chocolate," a girl name Mary said.

"And Miss Cassiel!" a boy named Fred said. Roy tried not to roll his eyes, the kid had a brown nose; clearly.

"Mr Roy, can we get a jelly bean?" Jennifer asked.

"We have jelly beans?" Roy asked, looking around.

"In the top draw," Jessie said. Roy opened the draw and pulled out a plastic container and opened it to reveal the beans.

"Mr Metatatatron likes them a lot," Sammy said.

"Okay when I call your name, you come up here, introduce your self, get a jelly bean and sit down," Roy said, as he began to eat a bean. "Sammy you can go first."

"No," Martha said, moodily, eating a Nutella sandwich.

"Come on, what's wrong with telling me where the stone is?" Question asked, eying the sandwich greedily.

"You might be the next Hitler!" Martha said.

"But you said the stone reveals the truth! I need to know," Question snapped, "And I am not gonna become the next Hitler! I ain't that stupid, the bad guy always loses."

"No," Martha snapped.

"Please! I'll never ask for anything else ever again!" Question said.

"No,"

"I'll give you ten bucks, American!"

"No,"

"I'll give you Hankette," Question said.

"Please say yes," Hank muttered, as Hankette whined and hid behind Hank.

"No,"

"I'll give you one of the babies!"

"Victor!" Helena cried.

"No,"

"All of the babies?"

"No!"

"All the babies, plus Helena and Hank," Question cried.

"No!" Martha growled.

"Add me too then," Question tried.

"Oh, okay," Martha said, sarcastically.

"Really?"

"No."

"Why wont you tell me! I need to know!" Question cried.

"Can you just tell him?" Hank asked, "Might be rid of him for a couple of days."

"Or years," Martha replied. "It won't hurt to wait until after you have the babies."

"Then you'll tell me I can't go because of them," Question snapped.

"Yeah, probably," Martha shrugged.

"Pretty please with a cherry on the top?" Question whined.

"Piss. Off." Martha said, slowly as Dick and Don walked past. "Hey Dick isn't Roy back yet?"

"No," Dick said. It had been five days since they first went to PSW. "You think he's okay?"

"Yeah," Martha said, "There are plenty of rooms for him to stay in. But I can call and check up on him if you like."

"Actually I might go back down," Dick said, "Bruce wants me to find out if they have a childcare. He wants to get back to 'work'."

"Yeah, they do," Martha said, "But we don't take children under six months. It's important to establish a relationship with the baby before placing them in the care of others."

"I'll tell him that then," Dick said.

"Uh, I might come down to then," Don said, "I mean don't we need to enrol the children several months before hand?"

"Yeap," Martha said. "But uh, not that early."

"Well, I wanna see what its like," Don said.

"I might go down as well," Question said, glaring at Martha, "Since I have nothing better to do."

"Eh, bite me," Martha muttered.

"Can I have your sandwich at least?"

"No,"

"Where are you going?" Ted asked, as he and Booster joined them.

"Down to PSW to enrol the babes for childcare," Question said.

"That sounds good," Green Arrow said. "Some one should tell Shinny and Vigs."

"Tell us what?" Vigilante asked.

"We're gonna enrol the infants at PSW!" Don said, excitedly.

"Wont they be a little kooked at the fact the kids have two daddies?" Booster asked. A silence befell the group.

"They already now," Martha said, simply.

"Every worker!" Ollie asked.

"I have a big mouth," Martha shrugged.

"Wait! Our secret id-"

"Don't worry, didn't tell them," Martha smiled; Dick mouthed 'like you have to.' She smirked. "Well what are you waiting for! Go! Call Bruce and Wally while you're at it."

She watched them all rushed off and rolled her eyes as she faced Dick, "Michael is gonna have a field day."

"You gonna come?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, why not, I wanna see the look on Michael's face," Martha grinned.

Roy raised a brow as his next group of students walked into the class. This was his fifth class since he had arrived, first he had the nine year old class, then a five year old class, later he had a group of Cherubs, who drove him insane with question about Martha. The forth class was a group of seven year olds and his new class were a group of fifteen year olds.

"Hey," he said, happily. He was enjoying the teaching immensely, none of the children were rude, or fought amongst each other. It was harmonious. It was almost as though they weren't really children but rather adults in children. He knew from experience how annoying teenagers or younger children could be in class.

He was after all one of the most rebellious kids around during his time.

"Hi Mr Roy," the class chorused. Okay, maybe one thing was getting on his nerves; it was the 'Mr Roy' part.

"Please," Roy sighed, "call me Roy!"

"But it's rude to address a teacher by their name," a boy said, pushing his thick glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, but I don't give a crap," Roy said, "Call me Roy, you make me feel old when you call me Mr."

"But you are old," a pretty blonde said, Roy's eyes widened. "I mean technically speaking."

"Zariel," the boy beside her hissed softly. Roy raised a brow at the name and then realised he was talking to angels.

"Cherubs?" he asked, softly, ignoring the looks he got from the other students he presumed were simply humans. The pair nodded. "Cool. Okay, maybe we should just get to work?"

The class nodded. "First things first, I wanna know who I'm talking to, so make your selves a name tag with the paper I left on the desks."

"Yes sir," the chorused.

"Roy," he repeated.