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 , Kobin
Chapter 52
A moan erupted from Kon's red and purple swelling lip, "Ouch."
The clone sat up, slowly, and looked around his setting. The few couches in the room were turn upside down; one had a long hole burnt through it. Food that was once in plates on the tables was scattered across the entire room. The teenager raked through his memory, still vague. His mind flashed images of demons attacking the pregnant men; of himself trying to fight of one of them who had grabbed-
"Tim!" he flew upwards, hanging in the air looking around the room. Other then the mess nobody was in the room, "Shit!"
Kon sunk back to the ground, he failed; and those things had taken everyone.
"Kon?" Kon spun around to see Cassie peering behind the door, her blonde hair a mess and her blue eyes narrowed in fear. "Are- are you okay?"
He didn't answer; he stumbled over towards her, grasping his arm. The pain was unbearable.
"What happened to your arm?" She gaped, "It looks as though it's broken!"
"I don't know," Kon said, hoarsely. "It hurts a lot. One of the demons hit me, I think. They've taken everyone."
"Not everyone," Cassie murmured, "they only wanted the babies, Ted, Don and Sir Justin."
"They've taken Tim as well," Kon whispered, "I screwed up, this is my fault. A clone of Superman and I couldn't even protect them."
"Hey! I'm Wonder Woman's sister and I couldn't do anything!" Cassie cried, "This isn't your fault! It's Lucifer's! He lied to us, we trusted him and he threw it in our face!"
"They took Roy as well," Kon said, softly. "We need to call the League."
"Where's that other archangel, I think it was Michael?" Cassie asked.
"I don't know... where is everyone?" Kon asked.
"Still locked in the bathroom," Cassie replied, "I told them to stay in there until I get back. Bruce was beside himself, but Anita calmed him down, somehow."
"I'm gonna call the-" Kon paused, staring in horror at the ground.
"What is- Oh my God!" Cassie cried her hands flew to her open mouth, spotting a tattered wing which a trail of blood led towards a fallen body. "Is he dead?"
"I don't know," Kon murmured, kneeling beside the angel, "I don't know if angels can die..."
He leaned over the body careful not to move him, "Michael? Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
"Does he have a pulse?" Cassie asked. Kon held his finger against the angel's neck and waited.
"Nothing," Kon whispered, his bottom lip quivering, as he heard Cassie weep behind him.
"How could he?" Cassie cried, tears streaming down her porcelain face. Kon stood up and limped away from the archangel. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to call Martha," Kon snarled, "She can get in contact with the other angels. Then I'm calling the League. He isn't getting away with this!"
Cassie said nothing, but sniffed loudly.
"Cassie, it's okay, everything will be fine," Kon said, in a soft voice. "Go and see the other guys, bring them out here."
"Okay," Cassie nodded.
On another plane of existence, deep in the darkest parts of hell, Tim Drake was pacing around in the dungeon they were thrown in after arriving in the cold place. Don and Justin sat on the hard floor in a corner of the large cage they were in. Don was holding Callisto in one arm and Balchaster in the other, while Justin tried to hold Owen. The infant was squirming crazily whimpering and crying.
"Dada! Mama!"
"It's okay, Owen," Tim murmured, "We'll get of here, somehow."
"Where are we?" Don asked, "And where did they take Roy?"
"I don't know," Tim said, as Owen screamed, loud, tears streaming down his face. Tim walked over in anger and pulled the infant into his arms. "Stop crying!"
Owen stared up at him with wide blue eyes, whimpered before snuggling against Tim's chest. Tim was better than nothing.
"Its okay," Tim said, surprised the infant allowed him to comfort him. "You're okay."
"Teemt," Owen murmured, nuzzling against Tim's neck.
"What do we do?" Don said, softly, as Justin pulled Balchaster into his arms. Don cuddled Callisto tightly.
"I don't know," Tim said, stroking Owen's dark locks.
"Teemt," the soft whisper came again.
"Is he saying your name, Tim?" Don asked.
"Sounded like tit to me," Justin said, stroking Balchaster's smooth forehead.
"Funny," Tim smiled slightly.
"It's nice to see your sense of humour is still in tact," Don asked, bluntly. Justin merely shrugged. Don smiled slightly, before facing Tim with a serious look on his face, "Tim, who's Lucifer?"
"It's a long story," Tim said.
"I think we have time," Justin said, rubbing his belly, it was churning oddly.
"He's Martha's brother," Tim said, after a moment of silence.
"I don't understand," Don asked, "What does this have to do with Martha? I thought she only had three brothers, Metatron, Gabriel and Michael."
"No, actually she has more than just those three," Tim said, "She told Bart and I that she lost count millenniums ago."
"How old is she?" Don said, confused and upset. "Who is she!"
"One of the oldest angels in heaven," Tim replied, "Though she's mortal now. She gave her wings to Roy so he wouldn't die."
"That's why he had those wings!" Don exclaimed.
"Yeah, they are really Martha's or really Cassiel," Tim said, "Gabriel was the one that saved you guys a while ago. He helped you guys fall pregnant."
"So what are they?" Don asked, "Angels?"
"Exactly," Tim said, "It won't take them long to save us, though."
"That's what you think, Timmy," Lucifer smirked, the three prisoners looked up at him and found two demons holding Roy who was unconscious by the arms. Lucifer opened the cage door and waited until Roy was thrown in before locking it. Owen blew a long raspberry at the blonde man. "Angels never venture in the dark, they are all cowards. And none of the League will ever be able to get this deep in hell."
"You're the coward," Tim said.
"And a traitor apparently," Lucifer said, smirking, "But who gives a damn?"
"Metatron will save us," Tim said, "You guys won't even see it coming."
"A seraph come in here?" one of the demons that was holding Roy laughed, "That's as likely as me winning a beauty pageant."
"So you know you're ugly," Tim said, callously. Owen clapped, giggling.
"It's safe to come out now," Cassie said, knocking on the door. It slowly opened revealing Cissie. "They're gone. Kon's calling the League."
"What were they?" Cissie whispered, as Anita lead Question who was finally awake but drowsy to the door.
"Demons," Cassie said, allowing Question to lean on her as she led him towards a chair.
"Sit, relax," Anita ordered, Question nodded and did as he was told.
"They took them all," Bruce whispered, walking behind Cissie, "God knows what they are doing to them."
"We'll save them," Cassie assured, "You're not the Justice League for no reason."
"The League should be here soon," Kon said, "Martha's already contacted the angels, they should be coming too."
"Michael!" The group spun around, Cissie screaming, when they saw another winged creature.
"Metatron?" Bruce gaped, recognizing him right away.
"What happened to him!" Metatron bellowed "Who did this to him!"
"Lucifer," Kon said, "he lied to us."
"I told Michael and Cassiel not to trust him!" Metatron roared; whatever glass was left on the windows fell to the ground. The humans all moved away from him looking fearful. Metatron's shoulders fell, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like this. You have been through enough."
The suddenly ancient-looking angel walked over to his fallen brother and knelt down, "Oh, Michael."
"I'm sorry," Kon whispered, "I checked for a pulse. This demon, Abandon or something hit him with this sword, a black one with a silver handle."
"What?" Metatron gaped, stroking Michael's cheek, "How'd he get his hands on that!"
"I don't know," Kon said, "I'm sorry, he seemed like a nice guy. Roy always spoke highly about you and Michael."
"I can't believe angels can die," Cissie whispered. Metatron looked up at them surprise.
"He isn't dead," Metatron said, finally understanding, "He's simply just passed out from the pain. Had they stabbed him a vital then yes he'd be dead."
"He has no pulse," Kon said, softly.
"Of course not," Metatron said, sighing. "Angels don't breathe like humans. Once Raphael is here, Michael will be fine. His ego, however, won't be."
"What about our children and friends?" Bruce asked.
"Uh, I can't make that decision on my own," Metatron replied, pulling the large wing towards Michael. "Something this important needs to be looked at and thought over by all the orders. Michael's injury here affected all the archangels. If anything happens to Cassiel, it will affect all angels."
"Can you guys go and get them out?" Cissie asked.
"We're not allowed," Metatron murmured, "The Lord has forbidden angels from going in there. Believe me; He knows Roy is in there, He isn't very impressed with us right now."
"How will we save them then," Cassie asked, looking around searching for this Lord person Metatron was talking about.
"I don't know," Metatron replied, looking upwards with a pout on his face, "Sorry."
"Bruce!" Wally cried, as he ran into the room. "What's going on?"
Bruce stood up, stared at his lover, before throwing himself into his red-clad arms. Sobs shuddered through his body as Wally stared around the room, bewildered.
"Bruce? What happened here? What wrong?" Wally said, pushing Bruce off him so they could face one another.
"They took Owen and Tim," Bruce whispered, weakly, "I couldn't do anything to stop them."
"Who?"
"The demons," Wally spun around to see Metatron kneeling over someone who was sprawled over the ground.
"Metatron? What are you doing here? Who's that?" Wally asked, forcing Bruce to sit down.
"It's Michael," Kon said. "Where's everyone else?"
"They'll be here soon," Wally replied, "What the hell is going on? Where is Owen? Where's Tim? Where are Don, Justin and Ted?"
"The demons took them to hell, damnit!" Kon snapped, "One of them tried to kill Michael and now they've taken my best friend to hell!"
"They're dead?" Wally whispered.
"NO!" Kon roared. "THAT GODDAMN TRAITOR LIED TO US! HE'S HELPED THEM KIDNAP THE BABIES! HE PRETENDED TO BE OUR FRIEND!"
"Calm down," Anita murmured eerily. Surprisingly Kon listened, sitting beside Bruce with his hands in his head.
"Where's Bart?" Kon asked, muffled from his hands.
Wally didn't reply right away. He sighed slightly, "He ran away, after he and I got into a fight. I don't know where he is. I've searched everywhere, but he's only got to be one step faster than me."
"I need to go find him," Kon whispered, as Cassie sat beside him, rubbing his shoulder.
"We can find him later," Cassie said, "He can take care of himself, we need to save Timmy."
"I know," Kon replied. "I just wish Bart was here, he'd know what to do and say."
"What do you think he'd say?" Metatron asked.
"I don't know, he'd probably just run in there before they could even sneeze and pull everyone out," Kon said, "That's what we usually do, Cassie and I would kick ass and Bart and Tim did all the thinking."
"They've blocked the entrances," the group yelped other then Metatron as Azrael appeared out of nowhere before them. "There isn't any way in, not out here anyway. Has Roy mastered his speed yet?"
"No," Metatron sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Wally asked, rubbing Bruce and Question's shoulders.
"What happened to Michael?" Azrael asked, "Why is his wing in a different postal area?"
"He was stabbed with the Semo," Metatron replied. "Lucifer had it."
Azrael's eyes narrowed, "We have a traitor in our midst, brilliant."
"Actually I don't think so," Metatron replied, "I think-"
"Will you two stop that and tell us what is happening to our friends and family?" Wally snapped.
"Don't interrupt us Rudolph," Azrael hissed, "What were you saying Metatron?"
"I think possibly Roy gave the sword to him," Metatron replied, Wally gaped at the seraph who called him Rudolph.
"I knew we shouldn't have trusted him," Azrael snarled.
"Roy didn't betray us," Cassie snapped.
"Of course he didn't," Metatron replied, "Azrael, think about it. The youth trusted Lucifer; he doesn't know how deceptive and cunning the demon is! Lucifer could have told him a few lies and Roy would have helped him."
"Possibly," Azrael said, "I can tell you this much, if any one hurts that boy, they'll be the next person on my list. No matter what He says!"
"You can't kill angels or demons," Metatron pointed out. Azrael didn't reply but pointing at Michael with a grumpy look on his face. "That doesn't count! Where is Raphael!"
"I'm here," Metatron and Azrael turned around to see a group of archangels standing before them. Raphael wordlessly rushed towards to Michael and placed his hands on Michael's back. "How did this happen?"
"We all felt it while we were out and about," Gabriel said,
"There's only one thing that can cut our wings," Jophiel said, in a nervous tone.
"Or make us bleed," Uriel said, faintly at the sight of blood.
"What happened?"
"Lucifer has the Semo," Azrael said, bluntly. "Metatron thinks Roy may have given it to him without knowing about its perks to demons."
"No, he wouldn't have," Jophiel said, shaking his head "Roy knew about the sword, he saw in once, Uriel and I told him about it."
"That doesn't sound too good," Metatron winced, as Raphael forced Michael's wing back into place, earning a grunt from the body.
"You're telling me," Uriel said, watching Raphael with an apprehensive look on his face. "I think I'm gonna barf!"
"He wouldn't have betrayed us," Gabriel said sharply.
"Yeah! It was probably one of your Seraphs!" Jophiel said, patting Uriel on the back.
"Guys, there is no need to start blaming each other," Patience said, "We need to work together, these petty fights between the orders need to stop."
"What do you expect?" Azrael said, "Michael isn't awake to tell them to shut up and drop it."
"Azrael, shut up!" Michael rasped, as Raphael helped him sit up.
"You're okay!" Uriel cried, jumping at Michael with open arms, "BIG HUG!"
"Get of me," Michael grunted. "Big hug... what do I look like... a bear."
"Uriel, you're gonna reinjure his wing!" Raphael snapped, pulling Uriel up impatiently. He whacked him across the head.
"I thought you were a pacifist," Uriel whined, rubbing his head.
"I don't understand why he took Roy with him," Metatron said, "What would he get out of it?"
"He ain't getting anything out of it," Azrael said. "Roy is helping him, that's the only explanation."
Again the archangels went into an uproar.
"Shut up!" Michael snapped, other than Jophiel who continued shouting the rest fell silent. "Jophiel stop. I have a wingache!"
The younger angel nodded, and bit his lip glaring at the seraphs.
"We do have a traitor but it isn't Roy," Michael said, "We can talk about that later, now we need to help free them."
"How?" Bruce asked, "Why did they take them?"
"Not sure how yet," Michael murmured, rubbing his wing.
"Why'd they-"
"You remember that black orb that hit you?" Raphael asked.
"Yeah," Bruce replied, "What about it?"
"It wasn't to just kill you, it was also to claim your souls to hell," Michael said, "but Gabriel halted it by getting you pregnant, much to Cassiel's annoyance at the time. So now, Iniko went after the babies to get their souls to the ones she lost out to; yours."
"Do you have a way of saving them?" Wally asked, "Is there a way in?"
"They've blocked all the entrances," a tall, dangly, blonde with amber eyes man said. "There's no way in."
"The only way in is through extreme speed," a purple clad, purple haired, purple eyed woman said.
"Charming," Azrael said, shaking his head. "That little bastard thought of everything."
"What does that mean?" Wally snapped angrily.
"We told you Roy had nothing to do with it," Jophiel said, they still ignored the humans.
"I was talking about Lucifer," Azrael sighed.
