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"Oh my God!" Gasped Shayera as yet another contraction consumed her body.

John flinched, beginning to regret having her hold his hand. Thanagarians were stronger than humans; a concept that he was being painfully reminded of while Shay strangled his numbing hand.

He sent a silent prayer to God that his babies weren't going to be stronger than he was. It would be really embarrassing having an infant beat him in an arm wrestling contest.

"Uh, Shayera, why don't you take a few minutes to practice your breathing exercises?" Suggested Wally. "You remember what we learned; breath in, hold it, breath out."

GL shot him a look. "So Wally, how long have you been saving up for your gender re-assignment surgery?"

"Shut up!" Wally snapped as a hint of red appeared on the Speedster's cheeks. "It's just that Linda's thinking of having kids someday and she wants me to take these classes with her."

GL raised an eyebrow. "Well as much as I fell comfortable with the thought of you reproducing-"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY DRUGS?" Shayera shrieked in agony.

"Uh, just a minute honey." John said encouragingly. "They should be here soo-"

"I NEED THEM NOW!"

"Uh..." His gaze fell to Wally who shrugged helplessly. "What? I thought the thought of me having kids was horrifying."

"It is." John assured him over Shayeras' screams. "Come on Shay, push!"

"WHAT THE HELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING?" She demanded. "WASHING A CAR?"

"No, but-"

"Just shut up and give me your hand!" She growled. "Oh God John, when I get out of here I'm getting you fixed!"

"What?" John yelped. He turned to J'onn, who was overseeing the delivery. "How long until we can get her drugged up?"

"I have already given her more than I should have." J'onn argued coolly. "She is crowning and injecting her with anymore could be harmful to both her and your children."

"Can we please just knock her out before she makes me slice off my twins?" GL begged.

J'onn ignored him and turned back to Shay. "Shayera, I am going to ask for you to push once more and that should be it for your first child."

Shay gritted her teeth and nodded, biting her lip and pushing for all she was worth. Moments later, a small cry echoed across the room.

John froze as he watched J'onn bend down and lift up the infant. "It is a boy." The Martian said tonelessly.

John stared; his son was too small, his skin was too dark and drenched in fluids, and that noise coming out of his throat was going to get old fast.

His son couldn't have been more perfect if he tried.

"H-Hold him, dummy." Shay ordered breathlessly. With trembling hands, John took the boy in his arms. "Rex." He whispered in awe. "Finally..." The two stared at their new son, reveling in finally ensuring his existence.

"He's perfect." Shayera murmured. "We made perfection."

"Yeah," John nodded. "We did." He was so lost in staring at Rex he almost forgot a very important detail. "Wait, we're not just having one. I guess the pain must have worn off-"

"Shit!" Shayera screeched. "I forgot! Aw hell, here we go again!"

Wally scowled. "I get to watch this twice? I'm so glad I'll never have kids."

GL glared at him. "You know wha-"

"GIVE ME MY DRUGS!" Yelled Shayera, cutting off GL.

"Never mind." Sighed John.

"Lex Luthor?" Diana exclaimed in surprise.

Selina groaned and dropped her face into her hands. "Oh, no..."

"When did this happen?" Bruce asked, ignoring the two women.

"A few weeks ago." Selina sighed. "We were having a convention in order to decide if we should form another Injustice League. The meeting was lovely, everyone was civil, and after Lex had invited me and a few more of our...associates out for celebratory drinks. We had a nice time, but we ended up a little tipsy. Maxima and I were having a debate over if you or Superman had the largest penis when Luthor offered to show us his. One thing led to another, and, well..."

"Correct me if I heard this wrong," Diana began. "but you ended up pregnant with Lex Luthor's child after having a drunken debate with Maxima about whether Superman or Batman has a bigger penis?"

Selina scowled at her. "I was drunk!"

Bruce pressed a finger to his temple in an attempt to stop what would soon be a horrific migraine. "Selina..."

"Don't use that tone with me, Bruce." She snapped. "You really think I wanted a child with rich scum like Luthor?"

"So you're not keeping it?"

"Of course I'm keeping it! Just because I made a mistake doesn't mean I want to kill my child for it. What kind of monster do you think I am?"

"I meant that raising a child is difficult," Bruce countered smoothly. "especially when you didn't want it. Not to mention you're not a big fan of the father and for a woman your age what you're considering doing is a near impossible feat."

"Did you just call me old?" Selina frowned.

"Well I agree with her." Piped up Diana. "I think it is rather noble."

"Why thank you Diana, at least some of us are using our heads."

"If you had used your head and used protection you wouldn't be in this mess." Replied Bruce. "And you're yelling at me for not using my head?"

"That's enough you two." Diana scolded. "Be civil or leave, the choice is yours."

"I was just saying no one would blame her for not keeping it." Sighed Bruce.

"And I was informing him that I am." Selina replied calmly.

Bruce opened his mouth to respond when his phone went off. "Wayne, what do you want? Where? How did she-yeah, we'll be there soon." He clicked his phone off and turned to the two women. "Helena's in the hospital."

"Again?" Selina sighed. "She didn't get that from me."

Bruce ignored the jab. "Come on, we're leaving."

The two women obediently followed him out of the Batcave. As they wandered up the stairs, Diana turned to Selina and asked the question that had been on her mind since she'd been talking about Luthor.

"Selina, out of curiosity...which one is bigger?"

Greg looked over at Helena in Vics' arms, wondering if she was going to make it.

"Hey partner," He softly began. "I don't think she's going-"

"She will." Q said gruffly. "She's strong."

"...Babydoll..." Helena whimpered against his chest.

"I'm here." He murmured hoarsely. "It-It's all right, you're going to be okay."

He waited hopefully for a response but received nothing. Anxiously, he checked her fading pulse once again as he waited impatiently for the medic to arrive. "Come on..."

Greg put a hand on his shoulder. "She's going to be alright. Like you said, she's strong."

Vic nodded weakly. "Helena." He said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"That's her name, Helena."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You asked." Vic explained quietly. "Didn't tell you because I didn't trust you. No one tries to help us, not one person. Thank you."

Greg digested his words. "No problem, partner. Just hope we got there in time."

"You did." Someone said behind them. The two men turned to see a middle-aged man in scrubs looking at them. "Well, in theory. I don't know what that guy had but it was wicked; we were, however, able to make a serum to contradict the effect. She should be fine in a few weeks, but we won't know for a while."

Vic almost collapsed in relief."Thank you." He muttered as the doctor left the room. He walked towards Helena's hospital bed and took her hand in his, squeezing it a little tighter than was probably safe.

"What'd I tell you?" Vig grinned. "We all get a little luck now and then."

Question was silent. "But some get it more than others."

"True, but the point is we get it when we really need it." Greg shrugged. He smiled at Vic, "We make a pretty good team, Question." He offered the detective his hand.

Vic stared at it for a moment. "Vic." He said suddenly. "My friends call me Vic."

"So, I can call you Vic?"

"Within privacy of course." Q explained. "Don't need the Illuminate to know more about me than necessary."

"Well then," Greg grinned. "It's nice to meet you, Vic."

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