Summary: Can they save Joanna?
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Safe? The Sequel

Bart smiled as Martha placed a full plate of food in front of him . Oliver had refused to let him go get his daughter. He was too emotionally evolved, would make rash decisions. Bart didn't care what he had to do once he got his child back. He hoped she was alright. If Joanna was hurt, Bart would kill Lionel Luthor with his bare hands.

Bart paced around the sitting room. Chloe had just gotten a message from Oliver saying they were coming home. He hoped Joanna was alright. He heard the door of the manor open and ran into the entrance hall. Oliver stood there with his daughter in his arms. Bart smiled. He'd wanted to see that for ages. Oliver holding his child. God he had it bad.

"Joanna! Is she alright?"

He took his daughter from Oliver, smiling down at her as she cooed and reached for his curls.

"None of us are doctors Bart. We don't know. Clark says his children have a specialist. I'm sure he'll take a look at her."

Lex looked up at the mention of his husband.

"I'll give him a call now. Clark, check on the kids."

"Yes dear."

Lex went to ring the doctor while Clark went upstairs to check on the kids.

"Was Lionel there?"

"Chloe! No. Well, I didn't see him. Did you two?"

Arthur and Victor shook their heads. They were concerned with getting Joanna and getting out, nothing else. And seeing how happy Bart was with his daughter back they knew they made the right choice.

"Bart, we need to talk."

"Why? What's wrong Oliver?"

"Well, you have to know, Joanna is going to make things awkward for the team."

"Wait. You still want me on the team?"

"Of course. With your speed, you'd be an asset to the team."

Oliver didn't mention the tiny, little crush he may have on Bart. Mainly because Clark would kill him.

"But, what about Joanna?"

"Well, Chloe and Martha love her already. They said they don't mind watching her while we're gone. And I can have a nursery built onto your room. Until then, we can just put a crib next to your bed."

"But I don't have food or clothes or anything."

"Then we'll buy them. Look, you know money is no issue for me. Bart we need you. Please say yes."

Bart looked into Oliver's baby blues. God, he couldn't say no to this man.

"Yes."

A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter Lois makes an entrance.