Chapter Summary: In which Superman and the Green Arrow are married to what all of the League say is a civilian. Clark and Oliver know differently. (Future fic for Smallville so Tom Welling for Clark Kent and Justin Hartley for Oliver Queen)
"Did you guys really marry that civilian?" Diana questioned as she walked alongside them. "You know that won't be safe for him."
"Harry's fine," Oliver replied, leaning further into Clark's side as they turned left down the hallway on the Watchtower. Clark shouldered his weight easily even though he had been injured himself. "He teaches self-defense on the weekends."
"He's just a teacher though," Diana said, crossing her arms as they stopped by the transport system. "Hardly one to keep up with Superman and the Green Arrow."
"We love him," Clark spoke, tightening his grip on Oliver, his fingers brushing skin and making goosebumps crawl up his arm. Oliver sighed, his heart racing at the touch. "He loves us. What's the problem?"
"There's no problem until there is, Kal-El," Diana murmured, raising an eyebrow. "Luthor loves to meddle. What'll happen when he gets it into his mind to kidnap your lover? He's just a teacher. He's not like us."
"He knows who we are," Oliver said, pushing away from his husband and typing in coordinates for home. "Batman already asked us these questions."
"Diana, is there anything else?" Clark questioned, his last word turning into a yawn as he stretched. He had taken a hit of kryptonite in their fight today and it was taking a lot of energy to stay standing now. "The sun's down and Harry already said he'd have dinner waiting."
Diana's eyes narrowed. "He's not a supervillain?"
Oliver blinked, exchanged glances with Clark before they both started to laugh. The mere thought that Harry could be a villain was hard to believe but then again… He was powerful enough to be one, if he chose. There was a darkness to Harry that both of them had seen and it would be so easy to provoke him into a fight. It would just be a matter of poking the right subject to get Harry to fight. But neither of them wanted to. Harry was content being their anchor in the world, being a damn good teacher, and their husband.
"No, he's not a supervillain," Oliver replied, smiling at the thought. Clark stepped into the transport tube that would beam him home. Batman had done such a good job with the system and had unknowingly worked with Harry on it, working on the Watchtower headquarters. Harry had secretly provided the magical protections for the space station, warding it against supernatural intrusions. Oliver watched as Clark vanished and then he stepped into it himself, sparing a glance to Wonder Woman. "He's our husband and that's good enough for us."
Diana's eyes narrowed but she nodded, watching warily as he stepped into the transport tube for home. He landed a few seconds after Clark did, bumping into his husband as their home came into view.
It was a modest, two story home, with only one or two magical enhancements that not even Zatanna could sense. Harry was waiting for them on the back patio, leaning against the stone pillar in the corner of it, his green eyes narrowed in worry. He was in a pair of jeans and a green shirt, nothing particularly exciting and nothing formal. Krypto stood next to Harry, the white dog barking out when he saw them and running up to Clark excitedly, panting with his ears perked up.
Clark smiled wearily and stroked the dog's ears, his hands trembling.
"Clark? Oliver? You two…" Harry trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he followed Krypto over and immediately wrapped his arms around Clark. "What happened?"
"It was another of Luthor's kryptonite experiments," Oliver said, taking a step over to lean into Harry's other side. "It took us and Diana to take the robot down."
Harry scowled and gestured to Krypto, who backed off to head back into the house via the dog door. "Come on. Are you injured, Oliver?"
"No, I'm just exhausted," Oliver whispered, following Harry and Clark as they turned and walked through the open back door. He stumbled on the step into the house, would have fallen had it not been for Harry's magic curling around him, sparking with warmth. The magic kept him upright, providing temporary strength. He sighed into the added support and followed his two husbands as Harry led them through the house and into their room. "Luthor's robot bred like rabbits."
"That gives me an image that I didn't need," Clark muttered, sighing as Harry lowered him to the king sized master bed. It was a bigger bed than regular king sized beds, as it fit all three of them with ample room on the sides. There were two bedside tables on each side of it, with a dog bed for Krypto next to it. "Lex has been up to something for the past two weeks now. I don't like it."
"He's always up to something," Oliver said, as he sat down on the bed next to Clark. The magic around him withdrew and Harry stepped up, helping both of them to undress and strip their uniforms. Oliver's bow and quiver of arrows were sent to the basement under the house and both suits were peeled off, sweaty and bloody.
Harry caught Clark's eyes as he looked his wound over, eyeing the green tinge to the skin. "Are you sure you got out all the kryptonite?"
Clark shuddered as Harry ran his fingers over his thigh, his other hand entwined with Oliver's. "I thought I had. Can you sense… something still?"
Harry stared at him, kneeling down to press a kiss to his knee and traced his hand over the wound, running up his inner thigh and watching as the bulge under Clark's boxers grew in size. "No, there's no more kryptonite in your body. This ought to go away within an hour, just like it did the last time you were exposed."
"What about that?" Oliver questioned, gesturing to all of Clark and leaning against him.
"Oh, that. That depends," Harry said, grinning at Clark's wide eyes.
"Harry," Clark tried, his voice hoarse. He yelped and bucked up into Harry's fingers as he cupped him through his underwear, rubbing not so soothing circles.
"Something to ease the exhaustion," Harry offered, grinning and winking at him as his fingers slipped underneath cloth and met skin. "Be glad that it's the weekend."
Oliver watched as Clark's eyes widened even more in arousal, his cock hardening just at the sight. His heart raced as sweat dripped down his back and he reached out to draw Clark into a kiss, hearing him moan into the kiss. Oliver groaned as Clark slipped his tongue into his mouth and grinned into it as Clark nearly vibrated with his release, slumping into Oliver's arms.
"Hey, boy scout," Oliver whispered.
Clark glared at him and pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses to his bare shoulder, making Oliver's breath hitch. Harry moved in front of them, squeezing Oliver's knee in reassurance and carded his fingers through his hair, standing up and waiting until they pulled apart. Oliver looked up into Harry's green eyes and back down to Clark's blue, seeing the love in both.
Harry reached out to grasp his chin and tip his face up, leaning down for a warm, wet kiss as Clark slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of Oliver's clothes, finding his cock within a minute. Oliver let out a strangled groan at the sensations, Clark's fingers on his cock and Harry's lips on his neck, finding that one spot to send him reeling over. His release rocketed through him, toes curling and a moan leaving his throat.
"My boys," Harry murmured, running his fingers through Oliver's hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. Oliver whined, arching into the touch, and Harry smiled softly, gesturing to where the kitchen was. "Dinner's ready when we want it."
"You shouldn't have married a teacher," Bruce argued, crossing his arms and looking at Clark and Oliver squarely. "He's a civilian and not likely to be able to defend himself."
"Krypto's with him," Oliver offered, grinning at Bruce's look. "If anyone can protect the man, it's Superman's dog."
Barry let out a loud laugh and Diana elbowed him. Hal Jordan winked at Clark and Oliver, smirking at them.
"Way to go. He's gotta be hot cause I don't know how else you two would be married to a civilian," Hal remarked, removing his mask and sitting down. "Can't fault them for that."
Clark rolled his eyes, watched as Oliver flipped Hal off. "He's taken, thank you."
"Whoa, I'm not about to step onto your territory," Hal reassured, shrugging. "Must be something special though if you're already married to a civilian. But for real, maybe Diana and Bruce have a point and I just realized I agreed with Batman. Fuck."
"He's fine," Clark repeated. "Krypto's with him and he has a panic button. Luthor on the other hand… Since last week, something's been going on at his laboratory in Gotham. We need to investigate."
"Agreed," Diana spoke, watching them for a minute before turning back to the giant computer screen in front of them. "I'll assemble a team and go this afternoon."
"Potter, you should come into the teacher's lounge. They're saying the League's struggling."
Harry spun his chair around, raising an eyebrow at his colleague and nodding his thanks. He stood up and ambled out of his classroom, thankful it was already after school. The late afternoon sun shone through the windows in the hallway, warming him up. Most of the kids had already left and only the teachers were left, grading or getting the next day's schedule ready. He stepped into the teacher's lounge and looked up to the tv on the wall, his eyes widening.
"Superman is down! I don't know where Green Lantern is or Wonder Woman! Back to Vicki at the station because I'm getting out of here!"
The newscaster on the tv ran but apparently the cameraman had stayed, filming what was becoming a fight to the death. Harry's eyes narrowed as he saw the camera skim over Green Arrow, downed under a metal bench that had been wrapped around him, and Superman, who had many gashes in his chest and kryptonite worming its way through his skin. Barry Allen was running but slowly, arrows piercing his feet and blood pouring out.
The monster they were fighting was clearly alien, with red glowing eyes and a blue suit. What skin Harry could see was wrinkled and alien, not pale by any definition of the word. The alien's suit had a symbol on it, one that looked like a horseshoe.
He couldn't see Diana anywhere or Hal Jordan but seeing what he had seen was enough. The lights flickered around him as he stepped into the shadows, the cloak slipping onto his shoulders and the wand sliding into his fingers, the ring setting itself onto his left middle finger. He stepped out of the shadows on the roof of the building opposite the fight and walked off the roof, shadows pooling around him.
Diana yelled out as she swung her sword yet again at Darkseid, trying to nick his ankle and failing as her sword bounced off him. Darkseid glanced down at her as if she was insignificant and kicked out at her, kicking her clear across the street from him. Diana flew through the air without any direction, hurting all over her body but as soon as she caught herself, she stood back up, scrambling around for her sword. She only just realized it had gotten kicked out of her hand, had fallen a foot in front of Darkseid when she saw him crush it with a foot.
She yelled out again in frustration, her eyes catching sight of something falling in the sky right on top of Darkseid. Bruce ran over to her, limping on his right leg and blood pouring out of his suit, and a rifle in hand. His hand was not shaking though as they both watched whatever it was fall, a black burning… thing…
"It's… What is it?" Diana muttered, looking around for Clark and Oliver and not seeing them. Her heart beat like a drum within her chest as she wondered if this was yet another thing they would have to fight, wondered if she had enough strength to fight still.
"It looks… like a man," Bruce said, his voice shot through with exhaustion.
The black ball of shadows landed with a loud shatter on top of Darkseid, colliding with no sound as they both toppled to the ground. Dust, blood and dirt splattered the earth around them and Diana raised a weary eyebrow, taking a step closer to look. The shadows pooled around whatever it was that had landed on top of their enemy, a green, sickly light curling into the skin of the alien and then a small bright ball of light rose from Darkseid, hovering over the blue skinned alien.
The dark shadows stood up and now Diana could see it was a man, a man covered in shadows and black wings. A black cloaked and hooded man. She shuddered as she took in the man's blazing green eyes and black hair as he reached out a hand towards the white ball of light. The small ball of light rose from Darkseid's conscious body and floated upward, headed right for the man's…
"Well, that's something you don't see everyday."
Diana turned to look at Barry as the speedster walked up to them, his eyes dull with exhaustion.
"I think that was Darkseid's soul," Diana whispered hoarsely, grimacing as the cloaked man turned to them next after swallowing their opponent's… Diana flinched but stayed where she was as the man walked towards them, bringing her arm guards together.
The cloaked man turned at the last possible moment and walked directly to where she had last seen Clark, bending down to the ditch and kneeling at Superman's side. Diana's eyes widened a little and she took a few steps towards the man, prepared to fight Death for Clark's soul. Superman couldn't be dead. Not Clark.
"You're not getting him," Bruce said, echoing Diana's sentiments perfectly and raising his rifle to aim at Death.
The cloaked man turned to them, seemed to tilt his head in what could be called confusion in a human. Death then turned to glance down at Superman and then at where they could all see Green Arrow. Death's eyes brightened and then he…
"Did we just get laughed at by Death?" Barry whispered incredulously.
Diana stared as Death knelt at Clark's side and hefted him up, slipping what would be a shoulder under Clark's and helping him up. Clark stared at Death with dazed eyes but didn't put up a fuss, only seemed to lean into him more.
"Gotta go get Green Arrow," Clark muttered, his eyes closing and then reopening them with a jolt. "Did we win?"
"Clark…" Bruce trailed off, as Death waved a hand to where Oliver was. They all watched as the metal table that held Green Arrow unwound itself from around the man and then flew backwards.
"Yeah, Batman?" Clark questioned, his voice hoarse and breathless and exhausted.
"Uh… Should we be..."
They watched as both Death and Clark Kent walked over to pick up Oliver Queen, treating him with the same gentleness as Death had treated Clark.
"Should we be fighting Death for you?" Bruce questioned faintly, slightly leaning on Diana in exhaustion.
"Nah. He's alright," Clark muttered, his eyes closing again. "See you back at the Watchtower, Batman. It's okay. He's just a tad bit protective of us."
Barry let out a choked laugh as Death turned to them, stared at them with amusement in his green eyes. "Death. Is protective of you. You know it?"
Death grinned as shadows once again pooled around him, curling around Superman and Green Arrow. "It goes with the wedding vows, Flash."
Barry blinked, his eyes widening at the eerie voice and at the crack in the air. Death vanished and so did the two men in his arms.
"So… did that just happen?" Bruce questioned, his skin pale as he turned to look at Diana and Barry.
"Yep."