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 54


"This is disgusting!" Michael hissed, gripping Lylith's wrist tightly as he followed her and Abaddon through a dark muddy path.

"Who are you? Bitchriel?" Lylith hissed back.

"Shut up! We might get caught!" Abaddon snapped, loudly.

"You know, we were whispering," Lylith said bluntly, as Michael made a face.

"This place smells! How the hell can you live here?" Michael said.

"It is hell," Abaddon replied, "That's why we all stink. And we don't have showers."

"Man, these are new boots," Michael murmured. The boots truly were the last thing on his mind. The archangel was feeling nervous; he was way out of his league in the foreign area. The landscape was giving him a feeling of dread and hatred, two things he never had felt before, though Michael had no idea who the hatred was directed towards. He presumed it was towards the demons, but another thought ran through his mind.

"Be happy you have shoes on!" Abaddon snapped. Michael glanced at the pair of feet; dirty and bare.

Lylith smirked, "I thought it was Serena that did all the whining."

"Where are we?" Michael asked, rolling his eyes, "Are we close?"

"Nope," Abaddon answered, "We still have to go through long wavy grass."

"Funny," Michael said bluntly.

"Remember when my jokes made him laugh?" Abaddon asked.

"Well, you did just stab him," Lylith pointed out.

"I thought Lucifer was meant to do it," Michael said, rubbing the healed wound unconsciously.

"And get blood on his clothes?" Abaddon smirked. Lylith turned around looking behind suspiciously.

"Good point," Michael shrugged, when the two hell raisers pushed him over onto his hands and knees, threw a brown rag over him and sat on him. Michael kept still for a moment wondering where they got the cloth from, when he heard heavy footsteps, that couldn't belong to Abaddon and Lylith considering they were sitting on his back, and from the sounds of things, making out; it clearly wasn't them. Michael sighed slightly as he felt the pair rocking above him before they finally jumped up and removed the cover.

Michael stood up and glared at the pair.

"Sorry," they murmured.

"Warn me next time," Michael hissed, "I don't appreciate my back being used as a backseat!"

"Sorry, its just something Lucifer learned us," Abaddon replied, shrugging.

"Learned? Your grammar is disgusting!" Michael sniffed.

"Sorry, Mr-I-went-to-university!" Abaddon snarled.


"There was an opening," Azrael said, surprised "It was only for a few minutes, but enough for someone to get in or out."

"It would have been opened from the inside though," Metatron said, "I don't think Bart's fast enough to vibrate through, is he?"

"He's got the best control over the speed force out of all the speedsters," Jophiel replied.

"What's that?" Wally asked, "Are you saying that Bart has been taken too?"

"No," Jophiel said, "We think he went willingly."

"He doesn't have that control yet," Martha said, shaking her head, "He's fast, but not that err... tactful. Impulsive behaviour doesn't help much with the speed force; it needs to be thought through before you run through it and concentration needs to be kept the whole way through. I barely managed it half the time, which is why I always use the gates. It's exhausting."

"But it's not impossible is it?" Wally replied. "I mean for us to get in, I think I almost got trapped once, that day with Luthor and Brainiac."

"When we pulled you out," Shayera nodded, "That was the speed force?"

"Mmhmm," the brunette murmured, "we were pushing him out."

"I don't remember that," Wally said, raising a red brow.

"I erased that part of your memory," Martha shrugged.

"WHAT?"

"So how do we find Bart?" Uriel said, as Wally seethed besides Bruce. "I mean isn't it dangerous if he gets through."

"No, only if he can't get through," Martha replied, turning to Wally, "Wally, you got yourself stuck between earth and heaven and hell. It's like a limbo but not quite, limbo's time freezes or you live the same day over. You slowed down before you made it the whole way through the force. If Bart gets stuck, he's in big trouble; I can't get him out without my wings."

"What will happen if he's stuck?" Wally asked.

"How would he even know what he needs to do to get in?" Metatron cried, "You told him?"

"She told us about Wally," Kon said, looking at the Seraph, "But not what she just told us."

"Yeah, but I did tell Lucifer," Martha said, "And I know the two have been hanging out for a while. Lucifer well, I don't know how, but he like Bart."

"What will happen if he's stuck?" Wally asked, again. There was an uncomfortable silence, before Azrael sighed.

"The speed force is what moves things," Azrael replied, "Continues the circle of life... If Bart is trapped inside there it could speed up his metabolism more than what it is."

"What could that mean?" Bruce whispered.

"It means if she doesn't pull him out soon," Azrael replied, "There may be nothing left to pull out."

Wally let out a shuddering cry as Bruce's hand flew to his mouth.

"Do you have to be so damn dramatic?" Uriel snapped. "She's got a full month before the W.C.S!"

"I'm sorry," Azrael shrugged, "I can't help it, its part of my personality."

"You stupid prick!" Jophiel murmured.

"Jophiel!" Patience gaped, Jophiel glared at her. "You're a nightmare when Michael isn't around."

"What's W.C.S?" Anita asked.

"I think he meant worst case scenario," Cissie murmured, get a quick nod from Uriel.

"What's the worst that could happen to him if she pulls him out within say a week?" Wally asked, as his phone rang loudly from his pocket, startling everyone. Wally sighed and answered, "What? What do you mean stolen... look I have a family situation now, the Kidflash costume can wait..." he hung up before facing Martha, "What will happened?"

"He'll age to about his mid twenties," Martha replied, before adding, "Only if he stops though, but it is like most things, different for everyone. Look, I don't think he even knows what's going on, but it wasn't Bart who entered, the only person who can tell if the speed force is being used is me, or rather Roy."

"I forgot about that," Metatron nodded, "But it doesn't explain why I can't find him."

"What if something's happened to him?" Kon asked, "What if he's hurt here somewhere or dead!"

"He isn't, I would know," Azrael answered, smiling eerily. "I have to go; I have some souls to collect."

"But- but we need your help!" Question cried out.

"Believe me, you don't want my help," Azrael replied, as he disappeared from the eyes of the humans.

"He's got that right," Jophiel said, dully.

'Contact me when you hear news,' Azrael told Metatron as he glared at Jophiel.


"Teemt!" Owen cried, sitting on his own between Don's thighs; it was a bizarre sight considering how tiny the infant was. "Bye bye!"

"I know, I don't like it here either," Tim said, as he knelt behind Justin, the pregnant man leaning into him, his breath ragged. "When's Lucifer coming back?"

"I don't know," Roy replied, pacing back and forth.

"Stop that," Don murmured, squeezing Justin's hand.

"This is ridiculous," Justin sighed, panting, "We've been in here for days! Where are they?"

"Actually it's only been three hours," Lucifer replied, appearing in front of them. "Time's different in the afterlife. I got to go, have things to do, people to annoy."

"You can't just leave us here!" Roy snapped, "He can't give birth here! It's not safe!"

"He'll be fine," Lucifer said, as he bolted off again.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Wasn't he created by God?" Tim asked.

"Tim! Don't insult God, I have a feeling He'll be the one saving us," Don cried.

"I reckon you're right," Roy sighed, "I don't even know if they know what they are doing, right now I feel like Owen has a better chance of saving us."

"bye bye?" Owen asked, his blue eyes wide.

"Not yet," Tim replied.

"Bye bye now?"

"No," Tim replied.

"Bye bye now?" Owen asked, sounding exasperated.

"Stop that!" Tim grinned; Owen poked his tongue out his eyebrows wiggling.

Roy smirked, "You are too cute."

"You can say that again," Don grinned.

"I want to go bye-bye too," Justin groaned, puffing out, before swallowing deeply. "Oh dear..."

"What?" Roy asked, as Justin pointed at the cage's entrance. Roy swallowed as he faced the three demon seraphs. "Oh crap."

"You can say that again, too," Menostophiles smirked.


"Well it's about time," Lucifer snarled, as Bart finally appeared in front of one of the entrances of hell. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"Never mind," Bart replied, clothed in a red and yellow outfit, a cowl lying behind his neck.

"Is that the Kid Flash costume?" Lucifer said, with a raised brow.

"Yeah... I nicked it from the Flash museum," Bart replied, his skin reddening, clashing with the outfit, "I didn't have time to make a new one."

"So you ain't Impulse anymore?" Lucifer asked. "Why?"

"No," Bart murmured. "Impulse is an impulsive idiot; I think it's time to grow up."

"Righto," Lucifer nodded, licking his lips as he frowned. He decided against questioning the teen for the time being. "You got through the force okay, you didn't stop at all?"

"No," Bart replied, rubbing his thick hair, "So, what am I meant to do?"

"Get the sword, it's with Menostophiles," Lucifer answered, turning around, "I'm gonna find Mike, Abaddon, and Ly. We got to work fast, Jason's gone in labour, and that's what Iniko was waiting for."

"She's gonna kill him for the baby isn't she?" Bart asked, dreadfully. He chose to ignore the fact that Lucifer had renamed Justin.

"Yeah," Lucifer replied, looking at the ground uncomfortably.

"Are Tim and Owen okay?" Bart asked, pulling the cowl over his head before shaking a hand through his brown hair to settle it down. Lucifer just nodded.

"I'll see ya soon okay, be careful," Lucifer said, as his black-feathered wings flapped out and he took off leaving a nervous Bart. The teen pinched his nose, before he sped off; thankful his speed kept him undetected by all the demons he passed.


"I'm hungry," Uriel pointed out, after a long fifteen minutes of silence. The only reply was Ted rolling his eyes and Jophiel whacking him across the head. "Ouch... I'll help myself."

"Uriel, if you don't sit down, shut up and stop annoying everyone," Metatron growled. "I'm gonna have to knock you out."

"Why is everyone so mean to me?" Uriel pouted as he walked into towards the kitchen; ignoring the threat.

"That was uncalled for," Martha said, sharply, "The lot of you are acting like dimwits."

"She's got that right," Wally murmured.

"I also meant you humans," Martha said, "We're on the same side here, the arguing isn't helping anyone. It is only causing us all to be more stress-"

"Sorry, it's just-"

Wally was cut off by Martha.

"-And Jophiel, keep your hands to yourself, he isn't some punching bag, he's your baby brother."

"Sorry," Jophiel muttered, staring at the ground intently.

"Apologize to him, not to me!" Martha snapped, Jophiel nodded before making his way to his brother.

"Nice to see something's never change," Patience murmured.

"What were you saying, Rudolph?" Sandalphon asked, quickly so he could cut Martha off. He knew the ex-archangel quite well, he knew how fired up she could got as an angel. He didn't want to see what she was like as a human. They didn't know how to control their temper, or anything, when he thought about it.

"Why do you keep calling me Rudolph!" Wally snapped.

"Maybe they think you're a reindeer," Anita smirked.

"Annie!" Cissie whispered.

"It is your name isn't it," Sandalphon asked.

"Would you prefer we called you Wallace?" Metatron continued.

"Or West?" Amethyst concluded.

"Wally," Wally said, bluntly.

"Okay then, what where you saying, Wally?" Sandalphon said, before whispering to an angel sitting near him. "Humans have odd names."

Falafel nodded in response.

"I'll ignore that last remark," Wally said, glaring at the angel, "I was saying that you angels don't seem to have a personality or any emotions."

"We have emotions," Raphael replied, "We just don't display them like you do. I felt scared when I saw Michael out cold and bleeding. And I'm worried about him now too, and for Cassiel, and your family."

"We all are," Metatron said.

"Wally, you weren't here when Metatron found Michael,'" Bruce whispered, into his love's ear. "Believe me, they have emotions."