Author's Note: OK Full disclosure; I originally had much more planned for this Thanksgiving one-shot than this. I wanted to do multiple segments, but the timing just didn't work out (which was mostly my own fault). So if you come out of this thinking this is a lot shorter than my stories tend to be, that's because it is. Still, I didn't want to let what I had done go to waste, especially because I do think it came out pretty good. So I hope you enjoy it.

Earth-1941

The Justice Society Headquarters, New York City

The Justice Society's official trophy room may not have been a particularly large room, but it was nonetheless an important one. It was here that the organization of good natured costumed do-gooders kept a number of mementos; The walls were with framed pictures taken in the aftermaths of their shared victories, such as one of them standing over the body of the undead giant Solomon Grundy. They kept relevant keepsakes from their adventures in glass cases on wooden podiums, such as the Gambler's original pistol and the helmet of one of King Bee's insect-human hybrid minions.

The room was very quiet that day. In fact, the entire HQ was. There was a reason for this; It was the day of Thanksgiving, which meant that most of the Justice Society were either spending time with their loved ones, preparing to welcome them into their own homes, or were filling the void left by them with crime fighting. Yet that didn't mean there was no one to be found in the building.

"I can't believe I have nothing to keep myself busy with!" could be heard from the other side of the door.

The door to the trophy room was then opened by a man dressed in a light green business suit with a short cape attached and white dress shoes and gloves. His face was hidden behind what looked like a WWI gas mask, which itself had a brown fedora resting atop it. The man also carried an unusual looking gun.

Sandman - Real Name: Wesley Dodds - Physiology: Human - Affiliation: Justice Society - Powers and Abilities: No innate superpowers. Has prophetic dreams when asleep. Use of a sleeping gas gun that can incapacitate foes. Skilled hand-to-hand combatant, chemist, and detective.

"I should've realized that Dian wouldn't want to go to her parents' for Thanksgiving this year!" the Sandman lamented as he paced around the trophy room.

He stopped at the shelf where the Justice Society kept the extraterrestrial hammer that had allowed gangster Timothy "Fairy Tales" Fenton to pose as the Norse god Thor and terrorize New York. Though Sandman had defeated Fenton himself, he felt the hammer would be most secure at the Justice Society HQ.

"Not after they kept hounding us last year to officially tie the knot!" he shook his head. "Dealing with that makes fighting self proclaimed 'gods of thunder' feel easy in comparison!"

"You would think that after six years of you two dating that they'd realize it wasn't going to happen." a familiar voice commented.

Sandman spun around to see none other than his famed teammate Superman poking his head in from the trophy room's sole window.

"Huh? Ah, Kal-L. You startled me just now," the Sandman strode over to the window.

"My apologies, Wesley." Superman replied.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here today, especially now that the baby has been born," the Sandman explained his earlier surprise. "If you think of it, tell Lois I'm happy for her."

"You could always tell her yourself," Superman smiled. "You see, Lois and I could actually use your help…"

Sometime Later…

The Apartment of the Lane-Kent Family

"Waaah! AAAaaaAAWaaawaaaaahh! Waaah!" the little baby cried at the top of her lungs.

The Sandman was honestly curious how Superman could've been so well composed earlier when he had retrieved him. If what Lois had said when the two arrived, her's and Superman's little girl had been bawling without rest since the previous afternoon and had kept them up the entire night.

"I see. So this is why you two needed my particular form of aid," the masked hero nodded and sat down on their sofa. "And here I thought you wanted my recipe for sweet potatoes. I'm so hurt that I may not tell you my nana's secret ingredient."

"Very funny," Lois smirked while rocking her daughter. "It's not that we wouldn't otherwise want to see you, it's just that—"

"WaaaAAAaaah! AaaAWaaah!" the baby cut her mother off. "WaaAAaaaAh! Waaaaah!"

"I've saved a village from an active volcano erupting and another from a comet hurtling down from outer space," Superman said from the kitchen. "But this whole fatherhood deal? Now this is a true challenge."

"AHWAAAH!"

"Well, you've convinced me. This isn't the soundtrack anyone wants to share a meal over," Sandman said. He held out his arms. "Allow me, Lois. I swear that it's completely safe."

While slightly unsure, Lois nonetheless nodded and took her daughter off her shoulder for the first time since her husband came back with the Sandman. Even while she was crying, both she and Clark found her utterly beautiful; She was a splendid blend of both of their features, with pretty blue eyes and shiny black hair they had put into tiny pigtails. They had put her in a frilly magenta and white dress.

Laura Kent - Physiology: Human-Kryptonian Hybrid - Affiliation: Mama and Dada (AKA Lois and Clark…Obviously) - Powers & Abilities: None So Far. Crying. Pooping. Milk Drinking. 'Super Cuteness/Adorableness' (a 'Power' coined by Superman).

"Hello, Little Miss Laura," the Sandman cradled her in one arm. "Can you say 'Hi, Wesley' for me?"

Laura kept on bawling and waved her arms around, her tiny hands curled into angry balls. Sandman took out his strange gun with his free hand and removed one of the tiny canisters in it. He held it over Laura and shook it a little until about four drops of green liquid fell out and into her mouth.

"What?" he looked up at Superman and Lois, shrugging just a tad. "You didn't think I'd actually use the gun itself, did you? That would feel almost as bad as it would look, even if it isn't a 'real' one."

The crying came to a stop. After roughly two minutes of silence, Laura smacked her lips, yawned softly, and fell asleep in the Sandman's arms. He then carefully handed her back to her mother.

"It worked. I'm impressed, Mr. Dodds." Lois complimented his work.

"Yes, now we can have a calm Thanksgiving. Or at least a calmer one," Superman walked out of the kitchen to look at Laura. "I insist you join us. But as Wesley Dodds instead of as the Sandman. We will be having guests after all."

"That would be lovely, if I'm being honest," Sandman stood up. "Though I'd hate to have Dian miss out on a Thanksgiving where the parents at the head of the table actually like me. Is there any chance you could fly over to our place and extend that invitation to her as well?"

Clark and Lois looked at each other and smiled, and the former realized the latter had already intended to tell him to do precisely that. Wesley picked up on it too and removed his mask and cape. That's all it took for him to look like a regular man who the Lane-Kents could introduce to their guests without suspicion.

"I'll take that as a yes." he grinned at them.

After having Wesley write down his and Dian's shared address for him, he took off out the window as Superman. Lois put Laura down in her crib in the corner of the living room, which had a stuffed monkey named Beppo inside and had a mobile of alien planets hanging overhead. Wesley hid his gear in the coat closet and walked over to watch Laura sleep along with her mother.

"So what exactly is the secret ingredient for your sweet potatoes?" Lois asked playfully, a single eyebrow raised. "The reporter in me needs to know."

Wesley couldn't help but to chuckle. His Thanksgiving had certainly turned around fast. Not long after this, Superman would return with a pleasantly surprised Dian and quickly switch out of his costume into his normal clothes. He and Lois would welcome in their other guests for a humble, but nonetheless joyful Thanksgiving meal that was only interrupted by people wanting to stop to coo over Laura as she slept. All thanks to the Sandman.

Let's end on that sweet note, shall we? I thought it'd be nice to introduce Wesley Dodds - the original Sandman from the Golden Age - into the Justice Society on Earth-1941. After all, he's a founding member! And yeah, no villain this time. I thought a holiday one-shot would be a good enough excuse for a more wholesome and fluffy slice of life sort of tale for once.

Some Notes:

- So let's address the elephant in the room; In this particular story, Lois has already given birth after she was established as being pregnant in L1701E's 'Infinity Crisis Aftermath: Justice Society'. Timeline wise, this is set long after that. Specifically, it's meant to bet set a good while after whatever story plans L1701E has in mind for the Justice Society and Earth-1941 as a whole. They way they don't have to make any significant changes to their plans to accommodate.

- Let's also address the other elephant in the room; The baby isn't Jon Kent. It dawned on me that since Earth-1941 is (fittingly) deeply rooted in the Golden Age and is set in the 1950s, it would feel kind of strange if someone had them have Jon, since he's a very modern character.

- So instead, I went with Laura Kent, an earlier take on a child of Clark and Lois. Specifically, she's from the pages of Superman Family Vol. 1 #200, which had "imaginary" (aka non-canonical) stories featuring her as the unpowered teenage daughter that Clark and Lois could hypothetically have in "the future". Something about her just appealed to me, I suppose, so there you go.

- I based Laura's baby clothes on an outfit she wears in the comic, which is a dress with the same colors. Her hair being in twin tails comes from the same panel too.

- Her stuffed toy monkey Beppo is a reference to the obscure pet character Beppo the Super-Monkey. He hasn't really been featured in any significant way in adaptations outside of appearing as a toy briefly in some of the animated series. And also the surname of a couple of normal human reporters in a Smallville digital tie-in comic and in the CW show Superman & Lois. Which is kind of weird since Beppo isn't a real surname, but I digress.

- "Mr. Owl, what's the secret ingredient to the Sandman's perfect sweet potatoes?" ...The World May Never Know.

HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!