#I mean I don’t think Wally would try anything with the god of corruption right there

[mangoshibi]

*Presents a DVD copy of a brightly colored character with WELCOME HOME on it* Here, you go, Garry! I got a show you and your daddies might wanna watch together! It had fun puppets! (Seriously, check out the Welcome Home ARG, its fantastic)

I believe Garry would honestly enjoy the show

[bigskydreaming]

Tbh, what I wouldn’t give for this reboot or softboot or shutthefuckupboot to end with just.....all the original and New Teen Titans from pre-Flashpoint continuity to just replace their current counterparts, be the ages they’d be if not for the constant reboots and with all previously created Titan kids present and accounted for (Lian, Robert, Cerdian, Ma’ri, Irey, Jai and Jake).

And like....just fucking roll with it. Don’t even try explaining it. Nobody knows. Nobody cares. Some Cosmic Meta Overseer or the Grand Vizier of Inter-Universal Post-Temporally Anomalous Hijkinks or whatthefuckever shows up and is like “your appearance here and now is strange and unnatural and defies all logical explanation...” and the Titans all just look at each other and shrug. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Stranger Danger,” Dick says. “We’ve been here the whole time.”

“I had a nightmare where Roy was always wearing this baseball cap that he never washed and everything was different. It was all quite troubling,” Garth contemplates. “But then I woke up and it was all just a dream. Except Roy was still there, but you can’t win them all.”

“Fuck you, Fish and Chips,” Roy says amiably.

“Blimey,” Garth says, dry as a shoreline at low tide in the middle of a drought. "Watch your bloody language in front of the wee ones.”

“Neptune’s beard,” Cerdian groans into his hands. “Why are our parents so embarrassing.”

“And what’s the big deal about using bad words around us? Its nothing we haven’t heard from like, supervillains trying to kidnap us,” Lian says. She’s bored and polishing a knife her mother must have given her as a gift slash way to piss Roy off - though at this point he errs on the side of just sighing and being glad its only lethally sharp, rather than the lethally sharp and poison-edged gifts from before his and Jade’s current ceasefire. “Or from all of you when you’re scaring the supervillains from trying that ever again.”

“They’re just worried about corrupting us at a young age,” Robert says. His mischief is only somewhat masked behind the baby-faced innocence he only has a couple years left to make the most of. “Nobody wants one of us to grow up to become an evil world-destroying supervillain. That would be terrible.”

Donna eyes her son and sighs. Then pivots a glare on the rest of her teammates. “When I figure out which one of you is responsible for teaching my ten year old to embrace nihilistic humor....”

“It wasn’t us,” Dick protests. “I warned you against letting Jason babysit.”

“You always blame your brother.”

“Well yeah, but that doesn’t make it not true. I mean, we love Jay, but there’s a reason Kori and I don’t let him babysit the kids.”

“Anymore,” Kori tacks on. A smirk edges up the corner of her lips. She tends to be more amused by that particular subject than Dick, but then again, she hadn’t been the one who had to explain smoking tree stumps scattered across the Wayne estate to Bruce.

Ma’ri frowns up at her father. “I thought you said that was because you wanted me to at least get to poo-berty before Uncle Jace teaches me more about how to blow things up bigger with my starbolts.”

“Daddy can have more than one reason, sweetheart.”

“Ahem.” The omnipotent and absolutely baffled guardian of time, space and cross-dimensional wankery cleared his throat. He would be peeved at being so blithely forgotten about and ignored, if not for the fact that he had never before experienced being ignored or being peeved as a result, so he lacked the vocabulary to explain his current mood. “If we could get back to the matter of your inexplicable presence in the here and now, and potential ramifications it might have on the intended trajectory of current space/time events.”

“That’s a lot of big words that don’t interest me.” Wally yawns and stretches. “I’ll leave the resident brainiacs to sort this all out. Someone call me if like. There’s a bank robbery. Or Godzilla attacks New York. We haven’t gotten to fight a nice old-fashioned giant monster in awhile, I feel like.”

Victor joins him in edging for the door. Technically speaking, given their particular powers and expertise, they were among the most suited for dealing with their unexpected visitor. 

But of greater concern to them is the gleam they’d both noticed in Lilith’s eye while she sits back quietly taking stock of their guest. Her head rests against her hand and one finger is casually tap-tap-tapping against her temple in a rhythm that to two of her oldest friends, might as well have been the Morse code signal for “danger, danger Will Robinson, danger.”

After all, it was the kind of (memorable) image she tended to present right before she did (memorable) things like - oh, (quite memorably) pissing off the entire pantheon of Greek gods, just for the hell of it. And also, the drama. Can’t forget the drama.

They successfully pull the ripcords on their parachutes and eject out the doorway just as Grant Emerson sidles past them and joins the commotion.

“Hey, does this have anything to do with why there’s apparently some guy running around in a mask and acting like a giant asshole while telling everyone he’s me?” Grant asks as he wanders over next to Roy. “I’m thinking I should sue, actually. On account of ‘emotional damages.’ Get it? Heh.”

Roy rolls his eyes and looks over at Dick. “Speaking of never being left alone with someone’s kids again....”

Dick hums and gives a little half-shrug of acknowledgment. “Yeah, I get that.”

[habibialkaysani]

anon submission

Alas, I have no advice on pain, but I may be able to provide a brief distraction?:

News of the Queen Gambit’s sinking has just reached Laurel. All in all, a pretty shitty day, to put it lightly. Things continue to be shitty. As pissed as she wants to be she’s conflicted because she’s upset 2 very important people have gone but they lied to her but there’s the whole “don’t speak ill of the dead” thing but maybe they deserve it this time but she loves them and they’re gone, but, but-

Things suck, honestly. However, rather than just leaving Dinah Lance decides to give Laurel something she used to wear quite a long time ago, before she got married, and so the Black Canary (Point 2) is born

(Trainee) lawyer by day, superhero by night, Laurel Lance protects the streets of Starling City. At first it’s just a little. A distraction from life. And then she finds corruption, plots to destory the Glades, people being hurt and so much wrong with this city and no one’s doing anything, and she’s the only one willing to step up

The police kind of hate her. She figured.

Malcolm Merlyn’s involved. That part’s not hard to figure out. It’s harder to figure out why, and how far this goes. And there’s only one person she can think of who might be able to help

Tommy Merlyn decided to try and become a doctor after he lost his best friend. He did not expect his other best friend- who’s been acting weird, sure, but he thought that was just because she lost her boyfriend and sister who apparently were sleeping together at the time- to be a vigilante. Or to show up with blood on telling him his dad might be plotting to destroy half the city. Like, what the fuck, Laurel

Still, he gives it some thought and maybe helping Laurel might help her find the actual person responsible. Or maybe they can figure out that yeah, his dad might be a supervillain, definately keeps shooting at his still alive best friend, might be the one who killed his dead best friend and still alive best friend’s sister, and had an affair with his dead best friend’s mother so his sister is actually half also Tommy’s sister, what the actual fuck, Laurel

They do stop Malcolm, save most of the Glades, and that all gets sorted. This would probably mean though that Moira would also get arrested. Maybe Walter’s already there and he looks after Thea, it might be a little much for Tommy to be doing a degree and looking after a child? Maybe Moira’s less involved so stays out of prison

Laurel’s still not exactly in S.C.P.D.’s good books- mostly because she did their job for them- but the Glades adore her already. This is when Iris West and Barry Allen, journalists, drop by. Okay, sort of journalists. Okay, so maybe they’re eighteen and Iris hasn’t actually started her journlism degree yet and Barry’s planning on going into forensic science and they just have a blog, but Barry knows so much about weird stuff and Iris is really good at this journalism thing, honest, and yes, they’ll have to tell their Joe they met the Black Canary, Iris isn’t eager to lie to her dad and Barry’s frankly a terrible liar and Joe always knows, but they won’t tell him who she is, he wouldn’t even recognise her name, but there’s stuff going on at home, Iris’ mother isn’t exactly as dead as they thought and apparently she has an eleven-year-old brother now, so they’re in Starling City for a whole week anyway so they might as well help since they’re there, right? Please?

This may or may not lead to Laurel giving them some advice re being in love with each other and neither of them mentioning it.

So far everything’s great. Laurel has Tommy, Thea visits a lot (Laurel has had a lot of practise being a big sister, and maybe it won’t end so badly this time), she’s a superhero, it’s all super great

And then (a little while later) there’s some lady dressed all in black after Thea, something about the League of Assassins- probably something to do with Malcom- and Laurel stops that before Thea even finds out but now she’s pissed of the League of Assassins and incredibly hot lady may come back. Hopefully. No wait

Nyssa al Ghul does come back. A lot. And is open to flirting. It may take them awhile, but there’s probably a couple of years worth of enemies to friends slow burn in here.

And then Oliver’s back. Malcolm is also back. Laurel quickly works out Oliver’s the Hood and brings him into her Canary Squad- along with John and Felicity- and Nyssa shows up to help take down Malcolm yet again.

And then they’ve won, Oliver’s back, and then there’s another assassin from the League in Starling and Laurel would be able to deal with it better if she hadn’t just found out it’s her sister and both Nyssa and Oliver have been lying to her

She’s not even sure how she ends up on the train to Central. But her mother’s there, and someone should tell her, and Iris and Barry are there (Barry even dropped by Starling a few weeks ago to give Laurel a hand with some weird stuff that’s almost certainly Oliver’s fault, and he spent a lot of it talking about this accelerator) and they’re more than happy for Laurel to tag along to the launch. It’s not like it was a date, Wally was coming too. Laurel can keep Iris company while Barry and Wally go on about what scientific discoveries could be found from this acclerator

It explodes

Literally nothing in Laurel’s life can go right right now, she still hasn’t actually told her dad she’s the Canary and after that whole Hood thing the police went back to their “arrest her” policy and maybe she’s not over Oliver cheating on her with her sister then dying then coming back and that Sara’s not dead and how conflicted she feels because this is her baby sister but she also slept with Laurel’s boyfriend, and Nyssa’s been lying to her too and she thought Nyssa was different, and she’s had a sore throat for day, and Barry and Wally are both still unconscious, and she still needs to tell her mother about Sara and all she really wants to do is just scream-

Huh

It’s Iris who persuades her to go back to Starling. She has unfinished business, and the city needs her. Besides, it was meant to be a Christmas present, but Barry made her a new mask, and he made one for her friend the Arrow too. And if she still needs time after Starling’s saved, she knows where they are.

She can do this. She can save Starling from Deathstroke, she’s the Black Canary, this is what she does. And she’ll get Sara back, figure out how she feels, and maybe she should talk to Nyssa too. Besides, she’s got a superpower now, this just means she has to show up Oliver now he’s still classed as a vigilante but she’s a superhero (at least according to Iris’ new friend Cisco), if anyone can figure all this out, it’s Laurel Lance

(And if Barry shows up, awake, a few months later, with powers of his own- and Wally’s- for some advice about becoming a superhero, well, Joe might just have an anerysm)

OH MY GOD ANON YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON IN THE WORLD!!!!!! this is amazing. you totally have a gift for storytelling. anon rewrite error challenge

[lopithecusfanfiction]

A Life So Changed: Chapter Fifty

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3095 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Author's Note: Guess what? It’s officially been a year since I’ve been writing this. I know, it’s hard to believe, even for me, this day (10/23/17), one year ago (10/23/16), I started posting this story! Also, I can’t believe I’m already on Chapter 50. This is officially the longest fanfiction I have ever written. My last record was 40 chapters with a really old fic in the Supernatural fandom with the pairing of Dean/Castiel (I wrote it back in 2011-2012 so it’s really, badly written. :/ ) Anyway, I know this didn’t come out last week but this time it was on purpose!! I thought it would be fitting to post Chapter 50 on the anniversary day. ^_^ Enjoy!!

Chapter Fifty:

Bruce wakes with small pains in his stomach. He breathes through them as he reaches for the Tylenol and downs two pills. His head feels fine for once, so Bruce decides to make today a win on the feel-good chart. It’s just Braxton hicks cramps, he tells himself as he makes his way downstairs where he is expecting Clark to already be. He texted him last night to come over in the morning.

When Bruce walks into the lounge, Clark is there, sitting on the couch with Damian right next to him. The kid is glaring at the Kryptonian and Clark is looking as if he wants to be anywhere but there.

Damian is clutching his wood carving and by the looks of the thing, it’s almost complete. However, Damian’s hand is covering too much of the item for Bruce to see what exactly he whittled it into. Bruce suspects he will be finding out soon, within the next couple days most likely, once Damian finishes it.

Bruce approaches and clears his throat, Clark standing immediately to face him with a small, “Oh, thank Rao.”

Bruce hides his amused smile by tilting his head down and pursing his lips to get rid of it. When he looks back up at the alpha, Clark is eyeing him expectantly and Damian is still glaring at Clark. “I’m glad you could come. I need to discuss something with you.”

Damian tsks and turns back to the wooden object in his hands, knife going at it viciously. Clark’s eyes return to Bruce’s where they had darted towards Damian. “What is it?”

Bruce shoves his hands in his pants pockets. “I think it’s about time we tell the League you’re the sire to our baby.”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t done that yet have we?” Clark confirms as he rounds the couch to stand by Bruce. “I almost forgot. Some of them ask about you, you know?”

Bruce huffs. “Let me guess, Diana and Kyle?”

Clark nods. “And J’onn.”

Bruce huffs again, except this time in annoyance. “But not Arthur, huh?”

Clark shrugs. “You know how old fashioned he can be.” Clark gives him a hopeful look. “But maybe he’ll give you some slack once he knows I’m the sire and not some random alpha you met at a charity gala.”

“Doubtful,” Bruce says. “He’ll change from judging me about ‘not knowing’ who the sire is, to judging both of us about the cheating.”

“Let him,” Clark says, sounding agitated.

Damian tsks again and Bruce peers around Clark to look at his youngest son. “Do you have something to say?”

Damian twists his body to face them. “If the fish can’t handle real life, I say to hell with him.”

Clark blinks at the kid and then says to Bruce softly, “That was actually pretty tame for Damian. I was expecting the kid to tell us to kill him or something.”

“Clark,” Bruce warns.

“What? You know it’s true,” Clark states and Bruce sighs.

“He’s been… getting better.”

“And does he still disappear at times?”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “What are you talking about?”

Clark shakes his head. “Never mind.”

“No.” Bruce grabs Clark’s hand. “Explain.”

Clark shrugs, avoiding eye contact. “Just… the last time Damian went off on his own, you didn’t seem too concerned. You just expected him to return home safely at some point.”

Bruce rolls his eyes and places a hand on his stomach, starting to walk away. “This again?”

Clark falls in step with him. “I just don’t agree with that method, that’s all.”

“Damian can handle himself.”

“And Lara when she gets powers, are you going to say the same thing?” Bruce turns to Clark but doesn’t have a chance to say anything before the alpha is continuing. “I want to make sure you won’t be like that with her. That you’ll care about where she is and worry about if she is okay.”

“You think I don’t worry about my kids being okay?” Bruce asks, offended.

“No, that’s not-”

“Of course, I do, Clark,” Bruce interrupts. “But Damian was trained by the League of Assassins since he was practically born. You haven’t had much experience going up against them, but you can trust me when I say they are dangerous and know what they are doing. So, Damian can take care of himself. That doesn’t mean I don’t care or don’t worry about him and how dare you think I don’t.”

Clark stops him from walking by grabbing his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Then what did you mean? Because that’s what it sounded like.”

“I just… meant…” Clark scrutinizes him and Bruce is on the verge of telling Clark to leave and to forget the League. “Lara will have powers to be able to take care of herself as well. But it’s not going to be like Damian who had this organization that taught him how to survive and kill. It’s not going to be like Dick and Jason and Tim, who you trained since a young age and can also take care of themselves. Having a baby, Bruce, is way different than taking in a kid that’s already halfway through their childhood already. This baby will be starting fresh, new, blank slate.”

“So, let me get this straight. You don’t want me training our daughter how to fight.” Bruce looks pointedly at Clark, getting angrier. “You don’t want her to be influenced by Batman, is that it? Have Batman corrupt her like he’s corrupted the four boys. Or are you afraid Batman is going to get her killed too?”

“I’m afraid both Batman and Superman will,” Clark butts in. “I don’t want her to fight crime, not unless she wants to and not until she’s old enough. None of this, having her go beat up criminals when she’s eight years old.” Clark grabs both of Bruce’s hands and holds onto them firmly. “Jason died when he was fifteen, Bruce. Fifteen. Dick was even younger than Jason was when you brought him home and he became Robin. I think Tim’s the oldest you’ve done. Damian is ten years old. I don’t want our daughter fighting crime at ten years old and training her might encourage that.”

Bruce purses his lips and thinks, still feeling offended but trying to think rationally as well. “I worry about my children, Clark. I worry every night when they go out on patrol that the same thing that happened to Jason will happen to the rest of them or again to Jason. I might not show it when Damian wanders away, but I do worry about him, all the time.” He narrows his eyes at the alpha. “Don’t claim that I don’t when you know nothing of how I am feeling.”

They stare at each other for a while longer before Clark finally surrenders, looking away. “Fine.”

“I’m not going to neglect Lara, Clark. I promise,” Bruce reassures, forcing himself to calm down.

Clark nods. “I didn’t think you would,” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to imply that.”

Bruce sighs. “Well it sounded like that.” Bruce crosses his arms. “She’s not going to become another Robin or Supergirl. Not until she’s old enough to decide on her own.”

Clark nods again. “That’s all I want and that’s all I meant. I’m sorry that the way I explained it made it sound as if you’re a terrible father. You’re not.” Clark looks at him again.

Bruce rubs his face, tiring of this conversation. He still feels slightly offended, even with Clark’s apology. Bruce knows he’s not the greatest parent. He knows he can be neglectful sometimes or seem as if he doesn’t care. But he tries his best and it’s hurtful that Clark can’t see that. Bruce sighs again, rubbing his face harder. “Are we going to have a League meeting?”

“Yeah,” Clark says lowly. Then he says louder, “When do you want it?”

“Now would be good if everyone is available. I’d rather just get it over with.” Clark agrees and then uses the com-link in his ear to tell everyone to gather on the Watchtower. When the Kryptonian is done with that, they both head to the cave and then beam up to the Watchtower, Clark having changed into his Superman uniform. Bruce is still casually dressed, black blazer over a white button up and black slacks on. They were all bought from the paternity section, the days of Bruce being able to fit in his regular clothes long gone.

When the two get to the conference room, Bruce is surprised to see everyone already there, even Wally who is looking wary and uncomfortable. Relieved that everyone could make it in the first place, Bruce goes and takes his seat. Clark stands by his own seat but doesn’t sit, allowing the others to know that he will be talking. Clark bows his head, takes a deep breath to collect himself, and then raises his head. “I have something to tell you all. Something… I haven’t been honest with you with,” he begins, starting out strong. “As you all know, Bruce is pregnant.”

“How is that going?” Diana asks, directing her question to Bruce.

Bruce thinks about all the complications that he’s had and about the pain he had earlier. “It’s going well.”

“Good. May the god Bes watch over you,” Diana responds

Bruce mutters a small thank you before Clark continues. “When Bruce first became pregnant, he had told you all that he didn’t know who the sire was.” Clark swallows. “That was a lie. He does know who the sire is and I, too, know who it is because… I am the sire.” The room falls silent. “He and I had slept together during one of his heats and he got pregnant. Yes, I was with Lois at the time,” Arthur scowls, huffing, “Yes, I know how much I hurt her.” Clark says that last part pointedly at Arthur, shutting the Atlantean up. “I cheated on my mate, I know that, and I tried to make it work with her after, tried to make her forgive me. But she couldn’t and I don’t blame her for that. I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive myself for hurting her like that.” Clark looks down at Bruce, smiling fondly. “But with Lois not forgiving me and forcing me to move on, my eyes were finally opened to how I really feel. I learned that I love Bruce and I love this baby. I want to be his mate… when he finally lets me,” chuckles go around the room, “and I want to raise this baby with him. I want to be a family with him.”

Bruce, feeling his cheeks heat up, stands. “I kept who the real sire was from all of you because I wanted to protect Clark. I didn’t want any of you to judge him, Superman, because he cheated on his mate. Because he did something that no one would think Superman would do. But just because he’s Superman doesn’t mean he’s perfect. He makes mistakes, he disappoints people, he hurts people.”

“I’m sorry that we kept this from all of you,” Clark continues. “And I’m sorry I continued to keep it from all of you while I was working beside you all.”

“It felt more right to make an announcement instead of some offhand comment,” Bruce says.

Everyone except Wally are looking at them, gears turning in their heads. Arthur’s eyes are narrowed on the two while Diana looks on thoughtfully. Kyle is the first to say anything, jumping out of his seat and rounding the table to hug Clark. “Congratulations Clark!” When the young Green Lantern pulls away, he pats Clark’s back. “That’s amazing that you’re going to have a baby and with Batman of all people.”

Clark chuckles shyly. “Yeah.”

“Congratulations to you both,” Diana speaks next, smiling. “Do you know the gender of the baby yet?”

Bruce gestures for Clark to answer. “We’re having a girl and her name’s going to be Lara, after my birth mother.”

Diana’s smile grows. “A fitting name.”

“Thank you,” Clark says, cheeks turning red.

“And what of Lois?” Arthur interrupts, the mood in the room immediately dropping. “Do you not care of her anymore?”

“Of course, I do,” Clark answers.

Arthur stands, taking a defensive stance. Clark’s eyes narrow. “Then why cheat on her? You should have treated her as if she was your queen.”

“I’m not going to divulge when and why I slept with Bruce, Arthur,” Clark growls. “It’s none of your business.”

Kyle’s eyes dart to Wally and Bruce knows then that Wally must have told Kyle long ago about finding Bruce in the middle of his heat. Wally doesn’t make any eye contact, eyes downcast towards the table.

“You hurt your mate, someone you claim to have loved and wanted to spend the rest of your life with,” Arthur continues. The scent of aggressive alphas begins filling the room. Diana stands next, hand placed on her lasso. Bruce rolls his eyes, sensing a feeling of déjà vu and wishing this wouldn’t happen again.

“I did love her, still do.” Clark’s hands ball up into fists. “But I love Bruce more.”

“Because he is now carrying your child?” Arthur steps away from the table and stalks his way to Clark, getting close to the Kryptonian.

“No,” Clark growls, baring his teeth.

“If you love him then you should have never cheated on, hurt, the one you professed to loving the most, your mate.” Arthur gets right in Clark’s face. “You should have been a better mate, a better alpha.”

Clark lunges for Arthur but Arthur, being an Atlantean, can bear the strength and deal it right back. The two begin to wrestle each other, fists flying, teeth bared and biting, and growls loud in the room. Bruce steps to intervene but a hand on his shoulder stops him. He turns to see Kyle shaking his head at him in warning, and then the beta pulls Bruce safely out of the way when the two fighting bodies come rolling towards them. “Jeez, it’s getting dangerous in here,” Kyle announces to the room and that’s when Diana decides to step in.

She uses her lasso around Clark and gestures J’onn to grab a hold of Arthur. The two of them pull the two fighting alphas away from one another, Clark and Arthur spitting and growling at each other viciously. Clark’s eyes start to glow red and Diana, her own alpha fighting instincts kicking in, pulls him with the lasso until the Kryptonian topples over. “Don’t even try Kal-El.” She gets in between the two aggressive alphas. “Now surrender.” When neither do, she says more sternly, “Both of you, now!”

At the same time, Clark and Arthur look away from each other and to the left, surrendering but not submitting. J’onn finally let’s go of Arthur and Diana undoes her lasso from Clark who then stands up. “I refuse to keep my opinions to myself,” Arthur retorts.

“Opinion?” Clark says angrily. “That’s not an opinion. It’s an insult.”

“You are the insult, Kal-El, to all Atlanteans. No Atlantean would dream of even cheating on their mate.”

“Well I’m not from Atlantis so you can take your ‘opinion’ and shove it up your-”

“Enough!” Two hands slam against the table and all eyes turn to Wally who has stood up. “Diana told you two to stop, so stop.” The young omega looks angry now. His eyes travel around the room, gazing at everyone. “None of you get it anyway,” he says more quietly, turning and leaving the room.

“Wally!” Kyle calls after him, following him out to no doubt try and placate the omega.

Arthur glares at Clark one last time before rolling his shoulders and beginning to leave as well. When he walks pasts Bruce, he spits, “Congratulations on the bastard child.”

Bruce growls but does nothing else, letting the angry alpha leave. Clark’s eyes follow the Atlantean but Diana’s hand on his shoulder stops him from following. “Don’t listen to him Kal-El. You know his views and how Atlantis works.”

“Yeah, well, he needs to start remembering that not everyone is Atlantean. Hell, I’m not even human,” Clark says, clearly agitated.

“And neither am I and neither is he.” Diana smiles warmly at the Kryptonian. “I am happy for you and Bruce, Kal-El.”

Clark smiles back at her, weak but genuine. “Thank you, Diana. You are a true friend.”

She, too, then leaves, leaving Bruce, Clark, and J’onn. “Diana is right,” J’onn starts. “You two will make good parents. I can sense the love you feel for your daughter is immense. Congratulations.”

When Clark smiles at the Martian, it’s softer, the alpha starting to relax some. “Thank you J’onn.”

With a nod, the Martian leaves the room as well. Bruce reaches out for Clark. “Like Diana said, don’t listen to Arthur. His ‘opinions’ don’t matter.”

“I know, it’s just-” Clark doesn’t get a chance to finish before the alarms in the Watchtower start going off, indicating trouble down on Earth. Clark picks him up and flies him to the monitor womb where everyone is convening. “Luthor,” Clark says as he sets Bruce down and watches the monitor.

“And others,” Diana adds, pointing. There on the screen, other villains are gathering with Luthor. “It looks like we all will be needed.”

“Right,” Kyle says, powering up his ring to make a green glow around him. “Let’s go.”

Clark quickly kisses Bruce on the cheek before speeding off to be transported down to Earth. Bruce watches the others go as well but stops Wally by the shoulder. “Wally.” The speedster turns to him. Even with the mask on, Bruce can tell just how tired the omega is. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to go down there?”

“Of course, it is.” Wally shrugs Bruce’s hand off. “I’ll be fine.” He then speeds away before Bruce can say anything else.

Watching the speedster go, a bad feeling begins to form in his chest. Turning back to the monitor and sitting down, heart pounding nervously, he watches as the events unfold. The battle continues for ten, long, minutes before the event to answer Bruce’s concern happens.

Luthor points his gun towards Wally but instead of speeding away, the omega freezes.

Luthor takes the shot.

Bruce’s heart stops and he ceases breathing as he watches as Clark gets in front of Wally, the Kryptonite bullet piercing the Kryptonian’s chest.

A/N: It’s hard finding a god/goddess that watches over pregnancies and not just in childbirth. Bes was the closest thing I could find. If you know of any better, please tell me. Thanks for reading!