Author's Note: If you're wondering what Clark Kent's Nightwing costume looks like - it looks similar to the costume he wears when the city Kandor was miniaturized and bottled, with him and Jimmy Olsen taking the identities of Nightwing and Flamebird, and acting as the Kandor version of Batman and Robin (don't ask which issue that was because I don't know, simple!) - he's going to be wearing it for a while until he realizes who he truly is to Oliver and to the entire world…a Superman!

Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas

Fully content with just lying there with Ollie wrapped securely in his arms, Clark realizes that they'll have to get up simply because of the fact that Multiplex's gonna strike again sometime today, but not knowing the when, it's going to be difficult to determine so they've got to be on their guard.

With the Sun's beam peeking through the slit in the curtains, Clark turns to his alarm clock, and sees the red numbers "7:15" blinking back at him. Having to be at the Planet for 9:00, it gives Clark plenty of time to shower, dress and make breakfast, but not so much for Ollie as he has no superpowers to aid him in the morning.

Pulling Ollie closer to him so that his back's against Clark's chest, he takes this moment to kiss Ollie softly on the temple, smelling the faded scent of shampoo in Ollie's blond hair as he does, hearing him moan in satisfaction.

"Morning, babe. We've gotta get up for work," Clark whispers, kissing him again before Ollie's muttering about it being too early as he blinks his eyes open, adjusting them to the morning light filling the room.

"Can't we just stay in bed today? After what'd happened yesterday, I don't feel like going anywhere or doing anything except lie in bed with you," he smirks, that billion-dollar smile going straight to Clark's heart, making it very difficult for him to refuse his offer.

As Clark climbs out of bed stark naked, which seems completely reasonable after last night's escapade, Ollie can't help sneaking a peek at his lover's nicely-toned butt before he hears him say, "You haven't got time to stare, Ollie, you're gonna be late for work so get your butt out of bed and into the shower with me."

"With an offer like that, how can I refuse?"

After their shower together, the young super couple get themselves dressed, and head downstairs. The sun's shining brightly through the windows with the rooster crowing its morning song. Ollie smiles to himself as he never would've thought he'd get used to this sort of life so easily.

Looking across the kitchen over to Clark, who's filling the kettle so he can make them both a nice cup of hot coffee for their morning caffeine dose, Ollie, if only for a split second, imagines a time in the future where they still continue to live here, but some things have changed.

For one thing, they're happily married as Mr. and Mr. Kent-Queen, and to top that, they have two kids…a stunning, young daughter with hair as blonde as his, but with eyes and a smile as beautiful as Clark's, and a teenage son with hair as black as Clark's, a strong physique from helping Clark with the chores on the farm and an unbelievable desire to help others in any ways he can. It was truly a life Ollie thrived for, but until he, Clark, the Justice League and others like them, successfully rid the world of those who intend to destroy it or, least of all, dominate it. It's going to be a long road, but as long as Clark's by his side, Ollie's happy enough.

"Ollie? Are you okay? You spaced out a little, just then," Clark asks, placing Ollie's coffee on the coaster in front of him before returning to the toaster where he'd placed two slices of bread inside.

"Yeah," Ollie replies, shaking his head as though shaking away the thoughts that are currently occupying his mind, "Just thinking about the future actually."

This peaks Clark's interest, pulling the toast out when it's done, and placing it on the bread board, "Oh? Care to enlighten me? 'Cos I'm guessing I have something to do with it, do I not?" He adds with that smile making Ollie feel like he's got butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

"Of course, but there are a few additions to this future of mine, oh, and we're also married…shouldn't forget about that small detail."

Clark doesn't say anything, but the blush colouring his cheeks says it all.

"We also have kids, two in fact. A beautiful little girl who has my hair and nose, but has your eyes and that infectious smile, and a teenaged son that looks every bit like you, but has my green eyes. What? What's wrong Clark?" He asks when he can't determine the look on his lover's face as he reveals to him his vision of their future.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," he replies as a smile gradually forms on his face, "I was just thinking that I'd like that very much…I've actually dreamt about our future a couple of times…a little different to yours, but similar all the same."

Their breakfast together is quiet, but with some small talk, mostly about finding Multiplex before he causes any more damage or hurts any more people before changing the subject to Firestorm. Discussing amongst themselves about asking him to join the Justice League, the more the merrier and all that, but their discussion's cut short when Lois calls up, and informs them that Multiplex has struck again, attacking three different places at once as they speak.

"Looks like our breakfast's cut short. Better get myself down there before Lois gets angry at me for being tardy. I guess I'll be seeing you in a bit," he adds as he washes, dries and puts the dishes away before giving Ollie a big kiss on the lips, "Can't wait to see you in that leather suit. Turns me on so bad," he whispers in Ollie's ear, who swats him away laughing at his young lover, "Get going before I take you on this very table!"

With a curt nod, Clark super-speeds out of the house, en route to Metropolis, leaving Ollie to finish off his toast and make his own way there…preferably in his new green motorcycle that he'd recently bought for a quick means of transport. If the Dark Knight can have a Bat-mobile, Bat-bike, and Bat-plane, then why can't the Green Arrow? He asks himself, grabbing his keys from the side before heading out and locking the door behind him.

The Daily Planet, Metropolis,

When Clark arrives at the Daily Planet, in no time at all, he finds it in utter chaos and not the destructive kind either. Fellow reporters, photographers and photojournalists are hurrying about the place, getting their equipment together, ready to report the latest activities of one "Multiplex".

As he saunters down the stairs towards the basement, he finds Lois nowhere in sight, and come to think of it, he doesn't see Jimmy around either. As a fellow reporter walks by, Clark grabs his attention and asks, "Hey Adrian, have you seen Lois or Jimmy around?"

The guy shakes his head, "No, I'm afraid not, Clark. Maybe some of the others know of their whereabouts," he then disappears into the lift, leaving Clark to enter the "Basement" where he, Lois and other reporters work on a daily basis.

It's just as chaotic inside as it is outside. People rushing about holding folders, answering phones, and tapping at their keyboards, but Clark's only interested on one thing…Lois' desk.

If he knows Lois, and he certainly does, she'd always leave him a note or something telling him where she is, what she's doing, etc, and he finds exactly that stuck to her computer monitor. The yellow post-it note reads in Lois' rushed handwriting: "Gone to Metropolis' Mercantile Bank with Jimmy. One of Multiplex's dupes has been spotted there. Need to catch up, Smallville!"

Clark always smiles at her use of her nickname for him, ready to super-speed it to her location when his cell-phone rings. Its caller ID tells him that it's Ollie.

"Hi Ollie, what's up?" He asks, heading back out the "basement", and up the stairs, back outside on his way to meet up with Lois and Jimmy in the Historic District.

"Just calling to say that I'm suited up, and heading to Little Bohemia. Apparently, according to the radio scanner I've installed in this bad boy of mine, one of Multiplex's dupes is causing havoc there, and don't worry about Firestorm. It'd also said that he was spotted taking care of several dupes in Centennial Park."

"I'm heading to the Mercantile Bank in the Historic District to meet up with Lois and Jimmy, and make sure that they're not in any trouble."
"Or causing it," Ollie teases, earning a smile from Clark as he replies, "I hope not. We need to take care of this fast before people starting getting hurt. We don't want what happened yesterday to happen again."

"And it won't, not with you, me and Firestorm on the case. Okay, I'm gonna have to talk to you later. I'm almost at the bridge to Little Bohemia and, if I remember right, traffic's a bitch to get across so I'm gonna need all my skill to manoeuvre through it without any distractions," Ollie smiles, Clark practically seeing it etched across his handsome features.

"It's nice to know that I can distract you with just the sound of my voice," Clark teases this time, to which Ollie responds with a moan, "Just thinking about you gets me distracted. I gotta go now Clark, I can see the bridge up ahead. Love you."

"Okay, love you too," and the two hang up on each other with Ollie, now garbed as Green Arrow, speeding through the stalled traffic while Clark, on the other side of Metropolis, super-speeds it in the direction of the Historic District, hoping that he's not too late in avoiding civilian casualties.

Author's Note 2: Sorry it took so long to upload, and I apologize again for it being so short, but I'll more than make up for it in the next chapter when it'll feature Clark's, as Nightwing, Ollie's, as Green Arrow, and Firestorm's epic battles with Multiplex's dupes, but which one is the real one?

Thank you to those who've waited so patiently for me to return to this series, and hopefully my muse won't disappear on me for months on end!

Anyway, thank you again, but chow for now! b(^-^)d