Fandoms: JLA Unlimited/Torchwood
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, Connor/Tim, Barbara/Kara, Roy/Dick, Alfred, Ianto Jones, Dinah/Helena/Oliver, Diana/Steve, Wally West, John Stewart/Shayera, Ace the bat-hound, Krypto, J’onn Jones, Yvonne Hartman and Captain Jack Harkness, eventual Jack/Ianto
Summary: He was originally designed to be the ultimate weapon whose singular mission was to guard and protect Earth from off-world dangers. Custom-designed using the integrated DNA of Superman and Batman, Ianto Jones is Torchwood One’s greatest creation. Yvonne Hartman and her team of sycophants followers truly believed him to be the world's best hope for survival against alien incursion. Yvonne's hidden agenda of using Ianto to restore the British Empire to its former glory and beyond was destined to come true until the Justice League learned of their plans. Now, after rescuing Ianto from Torchwood, Bruce and Clark find themselves unprepared for fatherhood and during the learning process, they unexpectedly find their relationship changing into something legendary.
Art by: ctbn60 see more here
Disclaimer: I do not own JLA Unlimited or Torchwood
Author Note: This is set in the JLA cartoon universe but does have elements of Comics
Working for Torchwood One meant discovering that nothing seen on Earth could really compare to the wonders of the Universe they were lucky enough to see every day. But nothing could have prepared them for the sight of six Justice League members, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Lantern and the Martian Manhunter, striding through the front doors of Torchwood Tower like they owned the place.
"Well, hello there!" The Flash smiled sweetly at the receptionist as he zoomed forward and leaned against her desk. “Would you please tell your boss that we need to talk to her?” Before she could speak, a shadow appeared behind him and a tiny gasp escaped her lips as the girl immediately paled. Wally knew instantly who had come up behind him; 'Guess now's not the time to ask for a date!'
“Now!” Batman ordered in a tone that clearly indicated he was not to be messed with.
White as a sheet, the girl rushed away to do what Batman wanted and Flash bravely yet foolishly rested his hand on Batman’s shoulder. “Ah that’s the old Bat charm at work. I can see why you are such a ladies man.”
“Remove. Your. Arm.” Batman growled slowly and fixed his darkest glare on the Flash.
The speedster saw his whole life flash before his eyes. “Right. No touching. I'll remember that.” The Flash snatched his hand away and then zoomed back into the group, trying not to be too obvious about it as he hid behind Superman's broad back.
“And you want another child,” Bruce murmured so low that only Clark’s super hearing could pick up his words.
Clark fought the urge to smile. It was true; Wally did act like a big kid a lot of the time, but he was completely grown up when it came to saving the world. ‘Yeah, I guess I do take a fatherly approach to the boy, but it’s not the same as having one with you, Bruce.’
The receptionist returned, and the change in her was dramatic. Gone was the frightened – or awestruck, it was hard to tell – girl who'd fled from them and in her place was a woman in full control of herself. Clearing her throat, she informed them in a cold and calm voice, “Miss Hartman will see you now.”
To say that Yvonne was less than pleased to learn that the Justice League were waiting in her lobby would be the understatement of the century. She knew immediately the reason for their visit and she was furious at the idea they might be spying on Torchwood One ‘How the hell did they find out about my plans?' The thought struck her that the League might even have their very own spy within her organisation. 'Although, I wouldn’t put it past that damn Captain Jack Harkness to have played a role in this.' As she waited for her visitors to enter her office, she quickly scanned her desk for anything that was none of the League's business. 'Still they have no proof.’
After closing her datebook and tucking a few papers into a drawer, she was satisfied that there was nothing for them to see. Drawing in a calming breath, she settled back in her chair and gave the situation more thought. The idea that the League could have planted a spy in her midst was pretty unlikely. The screening process upon hiring was too invasive for a spy to stay hidden for long, and every employee was required to undergo a periodic and unannounced lie-detector test to check their loyalty to her and to Torchwood.
The likelihood that her staff been infiltrated was so slim that she dismissed it and concentrated instead on Jack. Yvonne wouldn’t put it past Torchwood Three's leader to have seduced someone on her staff just to gain information about on-going projects and that ill-gotten knowledge slip the to the Justice League. ‘Harkness is far too soft a leader,' she snorted in derision. 'Someone like him has no business running a branch of Torchwood but for some reason, my Queen is rather taken with him, and I cannot go against Her Majesty.'
Yvonne's gaze strayed to the framed portrait of Queen Elizabeth II that hung on the wall directly opposite her desk. She liked the idea of Her Majesty keeping an approving eye on her as she worked and she smiled at the picture before returning her thoughts to the matter at hand. 'Still, this just proves what I've always thought; this just proves I need to get one of my own into that rift-raft mess of a team and keep so I can very close eye on him.’
Yvonne Hartman had worked far too hard to gain her position as the head of Torchwood and there was no way that she was going to just stand back and allow any outsiders to tell her how to run Torchwood. ‘They have no idea what Torchwood truly stands for and I will not let these so-called heroes take away the next line of defence I have created for my Queen and Country.’
The door to her office swung open and a defiant look marred Yvonne’s features as she found herself face-to-face with the founding members of the Justice League. She refused to give in to the fear coursing through her body like cold fire, so she deliberately remained in her seat and declined to offer her hand in greeting. “How may I help you today?” She asked, placing a polite smile on her face and making her tone sweeter.
Superman crossed his arms over his muscled chest and stared at the blond woman before him; the steel in her eyes reminded him of Lois Lane and he knew he was going to have a battle on his hands. “We know about the DNA you acquired from Batman and me, and we know about the experiments you’ve been doing on the resulting child in hopes of creating a hero of your own.”
Superman bent over resting his hands on Yvonne’s desk and looked her straight in the eyes, “We want the child known as Ianto Jones, and we are not leaving here without him.” His voice remained calm and unthreatening, despite wanting to throttle her with his bare hands.
Raising her head defiantly, Yvonne stared coolly back at the heroes arrayed before her. “Ianto Jones is property of Torchwood One and you have no claim on him whatsoever,” Yvonne calmly and collectedly informed them. She felt quite proud of herself for being able to maintain her composure in front of such impressive and imposing visitors. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone stood up to Superman.
“The child known as Ianto Jones was created by using DNA you collected from me and Batman, using, I might add, questionable tactics. As our genetic offspring, he thereby becomes our responsibility and our son,” Superman quickly countered. He was glad he'd taken the time to research parental rights.
Yvonne sat back in her chair and raised a smug eyebrow. “Where’s your proof?” A smirk tugged at her lips when none of the heroes came forward. “Just as I thought! You don’t have an actual proof. I should think that the mighty Justice League was above listening to speculative rumours and water cooler gossip.” Yvonne let out a triumphant little laugh.
The laughter died away when her computer monitor suddenly lit up and all the data on Project Welsh Guardian appeared on her screen. Page after page of information on dozens of failed test subjects flew across the screen, and then everything came to a halt as Torchwood's only success finally appeared on it. Her eyes hardened and her lips tightened into a thin line as she looked into the satisfied blue eyes of Superman.
“There’s your proof,” The Man of Steel drawled. His unrequited affection for Bruce meant that he was always aware of the man's whereabouts. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Batman had slipped away from the group, and he wasn’t sure how he'd done it, but he was thrilled that Batman had hacked Torchwood One’s computers.
Yvonne’s eyes sparkled with rage. “How dare you hack into my systems! You have no right!” Her voice was an ugly shriek as she yelled at them and shot to her feet.
“Just like you have no right to create a child for your own use!" Superman countered; completely unfazed by Yvonne's over-the-top reaction. "The boy known as Ianto Jones is a living being and cannot be treated as a weapon!”
“What business is it of yours?” Yvonne came to the sudden realisation that this was personal for Superman.
"My DNA is flowing through his veins! Of course it’s my business!” Behind him, the team all shared the same look; they weren't used to seeing Superman so worked up. "I don't believe the public would appreciate your attempts at creating a master race of warriors; if I remember correctly, it was thinking like yours that led to the second of your World Wars." Clark was pleased to see Yvonne blanch and recoil slightly with horror at the power of his words.
In the end, it was Hawkgirl who put an end to the argument by slamming her mace down upon Yvonne’s desk with a jarring thud. “We are taking the boy with us..." A knowing gleam shone in her eyes as she laid out her challenge. "...but if you think you can stop us, you’re more than welcome to try.”
Behind Hawkgirl the rest of the Justice League fell into battle formation; they were prepared to fight their way out of there with young Ianto and Yvonne knew it.
Her mind raced through her options. 'I can call in Security.' She quickly dismissed that idea; 'but they'd shoot up my office. I could summon UNIT, but getting rid of them afterwards would be the real problem.' Finally, she came to the only logical conclusion available. ‘I will let them take Ianto; he would be an acceptable loss.' Yvonne mentally shrugged her shoulders. 'We know the cloning process works. I'll just bid my time until the Justice League stops watching over my shoulder and then we'll create a new one.’ Yes, one of Yvonne's biggest assets was that she could see the bigger picture and she knew that if she was to reach her goal of bringing glory back to the Empire, sacrifices must be made. “Fine! Take the boy!” and she waved her hand dismissively, as if telling the janitor to remove the trash.
J’onn's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he studied the woman before him and as he brushed his mind against hers, he was surprised to find strong mental blocks shielding Yvonne’s mind from all telepathic attacks or intrusions. ‘So the rumours are true. All Torchwood employees do have some telepathic skills and training. Batman was right to keep an eye on them.’ It worried J’onn greatly to think there was an organization with an army of telepathically trained and shielded soldiers at their command.
Having recovered her ice composure, Yvonne reached for her comm. “Bring the boy to my office,” she ordered briskly.
“No need.” Batman stepped out of the shadows and cradled in his arms was a sleeping child less than a year old.
Clark’s heart skipped a beat at just how right they looked together. As Clark stared at the scene, he vowed then and there no one would ever hurt Ianto and if they ever came after his son he would rip Torchwood apart with his bare hands.
Superman forced himself to turn away and face Yvonne, and his eyes were burning with pure fatherly protectiveness as he growled out his threat, “If you ever think of coming near Ianto again I will destroy you.”
Yvonne was no fool and she knew just how powerful Superman was; she also knew that having him as an enemy was not something she needed. “I promise you that as long as Torchwood One stands, we will have nothing more to do with Ianto Jones. He is yours.”
Batman crossed the distance between them and held out the slowly awaking child; he needed to create distant between himself and the boy immediately. Clark was going to be his father and Bruce was not going to be any part of his life other than an emotionally distant adopted Uncle. “Here.”
Gently and gratefully, Clark accepted the precious bundle, cradling the young boy in his arms as blue eyes the same shade of his own stared back at him. A soft smile crossed the Man of Steel face as the baby cooed softly and his plump little fingers reached out to grip the piece of cape covering him as he yawned sleepily. "It's okay, little one, go to sleep, you're safe." Clark reassured the small child in a soft voice; he was trying to remember the words to an old lullaby his mother used to sing to him at bedtime.
Feeling safe for a change, and content with his new bed, Ianto yawned again and snuggled closer to the warmth coming from the man. Within seconds he'd let the sandman whisk him off to dreamland.
The Justice League members watching the two of them together and no one could deny that the two of them were indeed father and son. Even Bruce felt something shift deep in him as he watched Clark gently rock the young boy to sleep and a little voice nagged in the back of his head, 'This is your family.' Bruce immediately silenced the voice but the little seed had already been planted.
Superman turned on his heel effectively dismissing Yvonne; “We’re done here.” Clark wanted to take his son as far away from Torchwood as he could get him and as quickly as possible.
As the other Leaguer members followed Clark, Batman hung back and when he was sure that the others were out of earshot, he leaned forward over the desk and looked Yvonne straight in the eye. “I don’t trust you and if I even hear a rumour that you’re going to come after Ianto, I will make it my life’s mission to end you.” Batman's promise was delivered in a deep growl that promised deadly consequences should it be ignored.
Although she tried not to, Yvonne gulped slightly; she knew that while Superman was the powerhouse of the Justice League, it was Batman one never wanted to make your enemy. “I gave my word, Batman, and I always honour my word.”
“See that you do." The Caped Crusader spun on his heel but when he got to the door, he paused and looked back at her. "Oh, Miss Hartman," he waited for her to respond, and then he said, "you’ll find I corrupted your data and destroyed your DNA I believe it will take you at least a decade to recover.” Batman exited Yvonne’s office smirking with great satisfaction at the enraged scream that followed him.