Heya Guys.

I prompted this one on my own. Now- I know, I know- the QUE IS HUUUUGGGGEEEEE! (26 prompts in fact), but considering I have written half of them...or at least planned them out, I thought I should quickly get this down before my brain melted.

Thanks again for all of the reviews, and the ideas. Are there any characters you want to see in the coming chapters?

Hope you Enjoy, the awkward moment when boys are clueless in more ways than one.

Also- do you guys think that I should have chapters with the new team in...Or would you rather I just keep it old school and pretend the 5 year jump hasn't happened?

(Future-ish)

Wally glared at Artemis, who was shuffling uncomfortably in the car seat. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were darting east and west. They'd only been married a year, but now he saw clearly why everyone always warned people not to rush into things. He hadn't taken this to heart; rushing into not only marriage, but also having a kid.

So, his glowering continued while he half concentrated on driving down the freeway before him. After a few minutes, he cranked up the volume on his radio, trying to focus on something else. His glaring had ceased, but quick glances to his left every so often reassured him that Arty was still wiggling on her spot.

"Wally." The girl beside him bit her lip, and looked at the synthetic flooring beneath her. He turned his head slowly at her voice, trying to keep one eye on the road, and one ear absorbing the oldies tunes thumping through the speakers of his car. "What?" He sighed and gave her a one sided smile, for that little 'hurry-up-can-you-not-see-I'm-frickin'-driving' attitude he was upholding.

"Stop the car. I gotta pee."Artemis blurted, not making eye contact. Wally sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, "We passed a gas-station ten minutes ago, and you 'peed' there." He received a grunt in reply, "We'll I gotta go again, so stop."

"No. My car, my rules. We're gonna be late if we stop for the SIXTH time."

Artemis turned off the radio, and grasped Wally's wrist, making it slowly turn beet, and then bone coloured, "Wally. I will snap you." She stared at her husband, breathing heavily, "Stop. !"

"No. Gotta problem with it? You can walk to the airport."

"It's NOT my fault I have to pee every couple of minutes. In case you've forgotten, you're the one who got me pregnant!"

"Pregnancy has nothing to do with bladder changes, love. It's just the seven Slurpees you drank before we started driving!" He chuckled to himself, and glanced back to the road, trying to finish the conversation on a win.

"You're one to talk! Restaurants lock their doors and instantly go out of business when they see you lumbering down the street! And how would you know the first thing about pregnancy, anyways!"

Wally pushed the car to 120 MPH, and snorted, tearing his eyes off the road, and gripping the steering wheel, "I'm sure if I was pregnant, I wouldn't make such a big deal out of it. But then again...I'm a man, I can handle anything." He smirked. He loved fighting with Artemis, and that was she as hell going to irk her...and any other female who heard it at the time.

Artemis eyes turned to slits as her nostrils flared, "We can pull through a billion times more pain then you 'guys' can even image handling." Artemis scoffed, and turned her attention away from Wally, "Stop the car. I gotta pee."

"No!"

"Stop. You don't know how hard it is being in my situation! This can be classed a cruelty!"

"To animals!" Wally grinned, and took Artemis hand in his own, "I'm kidding on that one...but I am NOT stopping this car until we get to the airport."

Artemis, however, was persistent, especially when hurt by Wally's childish antics, "You can't even imagine what I'm going through! You'd be acting exactly the same way, if you were me!"

"Fine! Then how about I miraculously get pregnant and you drive the car on a deadline and you'll see! I could hold on for days!"

Artemis pulled a face, and looked at Wally, with a glimmer in her eyes, "If you wanna see what it's like...I can ask Zatanna to arrange it."

Wally paled, "You wouldn't!" His eyes grew large, and his face resembled a tomato.

"Stop. The. Car." She smirked, and took out her mobile phone, scrolling to the lowest contact name.

And for the sixth time that two hour trip, Wally pulled over, and shut his eyes, sighing. He would never win, and he was only just beginning to realize that.

There we go. Based on my mum and dad from when I was little. I can still remember the conversation going a bit like this...but with a few major differences, but for the sake of the younger readers, I WILL NOT go there.

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