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atanih88 · 5 years

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FIC: Tomorrow (DCEU, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne)

Title: Tomorrow Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Mature Warnings: Sexual references Word Count: 1,293 Summary: Written for the prompts ‘angry sex’ and ‘sharing a bed’.

Notes: Written for @superbatweek Day 4’s prompts. Not happy with this one as it was rushed and written on a tired brain, but hope you still enjoy. Unbeta’d.

When Bruce closes the door of the en suite behind him, he's a surprised to find Clark still in the room.

Clark's sitting on the bed, head in his hands in the soft light of the bedside table. He glances up at Bruce at the sound of the door shutting. His eyes linger on Bruce's face for a second before dropping and taking in all the expanse of skin on display.

Most of the bruises aren't showing yet, nothing apart from the red marks in the shape of Clark's fingers on Bruce's right shoulder and left wrist. The rest, Bruce knows, will be there tomorrow. He can already feel the map of bruises just waiting to manifest themselves in blues and purples. The ache goes beyond the skin.

Bruce can still feel the crush of Clark's arm banded tight around his stomach. Can still feel the phantom pressure of Clark's hands pinning him to the bed by his shoulder and wrist, how Clark's fingers had curled too tight, had made Bruce wonder if he'd have to make up a lie to Alfred to explain why he'd returned home with a crushed shoulder and wrist.

Then there are the aches pressed deep into the muscles of Bruce's thighs. He'd lost count of the amount of time he'd spent under Clark, legs splayed wide around the sharp jut of Clark's hips.

He doesn't know how many times Clark came inside him.

Bruce adjusts the towel around his hips and walks to the bed, not one step betraying the deep-seated soreness. He'd checked in the shower, head under the jet of the hot water, his own rough fingers almost too much as he'd reached behind himself to lightly feel his hole, still wet from Clark.

Soft and swollen, yes. Torn? Bruce didn't think so.

'Still here,' Bruce says, 'I'm surprised. I'm not as young as I used to be. So if you're hoping for another round I'm afraid I'm done for the night.'

'Don't.' Clark drops his gaze and grips his hands together tightly.

He's dragged his jeans back on but hasn't done them up. They gape open enough to give Bruce a glimpse of coarse pubic hair. Clark hasn't tugged his shirt back on either.

The thing is, aside from Clark's hair, which is a mess, there's not much to show that Clark wasn't the only one participating in the kind of sex that by all accounts should've destroyed the bed.

There's nothing on him to account for how Bruce had fisted his hair, for how Bruce had locked a hand around Clark's jaw while goading him through gritted teeth.

His lips though—Clark's lips—are the only part of him that look abused.

Bruce hadn't been gentle with his teeth.

They hadn't kissed.

Nothing about it had been nice. Their sex had bordered on violence.

'I'm sorry, Bruce,' Clark says. 'I shouldn't have—I don't know what happened.'

Bruce rounds the bed and yanks down the luxurious spread that has been creased and stained beyond repair. 'It's called fucking, Clark.' He doesn't bother to close the curtains on the glittering view of Metropolis and opens the balcony door instead.

Cool air fills the room and eases the smell of sex and sweat.

'Bruce.'

'Relax. Tensions were high. Despite what people believe, I know you're not perfect, Clark. Besides, you weren't the only one who lost it.' Bruce stares at the folded back covers and thinks if it's worth the discomfort of putting on some pants. 'We all make mistakes.'

The frustrated sound Clark makes is loud in the room and Bruce looks up, startled when Clark stands and turns to face him. Clark's is running agitated hands through his hair.

'That's not—that’s not how I wanted it to happen.'

Bruce blinks, not comprehending. 'Excuse me?'

'And I know I should've listened, that I shouldn't have broken formation but you knowme, you know that I can't just let—' Clark shakes his head, the motion vicious as if he's cutting himself off.

When he meets Bruce's gaze it's head on. His shoulders are squared and his lips pressed into a tight determined line.

'But even though I don't like how it happened—that we didn't even have time to think about it, I'm glad that it did. And I want to do it again. Differently. In every way that you'll let me.'

Bruce takes a moment to process all that, tries to separate everything Clark has just said from Clark himself, standing in Bruce's hotel room looking self righteous and debauched all at once. Now that Clark is standing, Bruce can see the half hard bulge straining against Clark's jeans that hasn't quite gone away all night.

'You're saying this wasn't a fluke.'

All of a sudden, Clark looks tired. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs as he looks away. 'No, Bruce. This wasn't a fluke. And you know it.' Clark smiles then but it looks wrong with its mocking edge. 'How long haveyou know?'

Fuck. Bruce is too tired for this conversation and that last session had ended with him on his knees. He just wants to get in the bed and face plant into the pillow.

In the far off distance, the sky is beginning to change, to lighten.

'I'm tired,' he says. 'I want to sleep. I'm not discussing this now.'

Bruce expects that to get Clark's back up, expects Clark's expression to twist into indignant and pissed off and for him to scoop up his clothes and fly out the window, or slam out of the hotel room—whichever Clark is in the mood for.

Instead Bruce stares, at a loss, as Clark relaxes and nods.

'Okay. We can talk about it tomorrow,' Clark arch's an eyebrow at him, 'oh, and Bruce? I'm staying.'

Bruce tilts his head back enough to look down his nose at Clark. 'Son—'

Clark waves it away. 'Save it. Just—get in bed. Tomorrow. And don't even try to sneak off. Not unless you want me barging in on whatever you're doing.'

Before Bruce can reply Clark's getting out of his jeans and tossing them over to the armchair closest to the window. His cock is still plump with at half-mast but Clark doesn't do anything other than run an absent hand over the length and tug the sheets back on the other side of the bed.

So much for the sweet country boy from Kansas. Little shit.

'Bruce,' Clark curls a hand around Bruce's wrist. Gentle this time. He tugs and looks up at Bruce from messy strands that have fallen onto his face.

God, Clark's mouth is perfect.

'Get in,' Clark says.

Despite the night they've had, despite the yelling and the biting and the vicious fucking, Bruce finds himself doing as he's told. He loosens the towel, lets it drop at his feet before climbing into bed, slower than Clark as the soreness deep inside forces him to be careful and shifting onto his hip instead of sitting down properly.

He's not even settled before Clark is reaching to the lamp on the bedside table and plunging the room into light shadows. Clark still hasn't let go of Bruce's wrist and as he settles down, he drags Bruce down with him.

Clark slides a hand over Bruce's nape and sifts his fingers through the hair he finds there.

In the dark, Clark's eyes glitter black.

'Goodnight, Bruce.'

Bruce has no words, can only watch Clark back until Clark closes his eyes.

Bruce is stiff at first, unused to this and unprepared for it. The weight of Clark's hand stays on him, holding him in place.

Tomorrow.

They can finish this tomorrow.

And eventually, Bruce drifts off.

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lopithecusfanfiction · 5 years

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Color of Jealousy

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Teen + Word Count: 1040 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Clark is being flirted with at a League party and Bruce isn't happy about it Warnings: N/A Author's Note: This is for the SuperBat Week 2019 day 2 prompt! Please enjoy!! Prompt: Day 2 - Possessive and Watchtower

Bruce stands by the wall of the Watchtower, eyeing all the League members that bustle around. His arms are crossed and his cowl is snug on his head, hiding any emotions except for utter boredom. Not that he really is feeling anything but bored. Well… he would be only feeling that if a new young League member wasn’t hitting on Superman at the moment.

He stares at Superman and the new member, Pioneer Woman, as the two laugh about something that is said. He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing the way the woman leans in closer to Superman, smile wide and flirty. It doesn’t look like it bothers Clark, at least not to Bruce. Clark even seems relaxed and as if he is enjoying himself. It irritates Bruce to no end.

With a low growl in his throat, Bruce pushes off the wall and stalks towards the pair of heroes. When he gets closer, Clark turns that brilliantly bright smile his way. “Batman!” Clark greets, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

Bruce glances at it and then shrugs it off. “Superman.” He briefly acknowledges Pioneer Woman with a curt nod. “Can I have a word with you? In private.”

Clark blinks at him in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

Bruce leads him away and out of the room, glad to finally be away from the party. He makes his way towards his and Clark’s shared room on the Watchtower, entering it when they arrive. He waits for the door to slide shut behind them before he turns around and immediately jumps Clark. He presses his mouth to Clark’s roughly, making the Kryptonian to stumble back against the wall with a hard thump. There’s probably dent there now.

Clark kisses him back just as furiously, pushing Bruce’s cowl off his head to curl his fingers into Bruce’s hair. Bruce’s hands sneak around to the back of the Superman suit to find the zipper and when he does, he begins to unzip the costume. He doesn’t get far, however, before he is stopped, Clark gently pushing him away.

“Hmm, wait, wait, wait,” the Kryptonian says hastily.

“What is it?” Bruce growls.

Clark pushes at his shoulders a little more until Bruce backs up. Clark rubs at his mouth and jaw, eyes looking Bruce up and down, before speaking. “Not that I don’t want to do this-”

Bruce crosses his arms, scowling. “Could have fooled me.”

“But, I must ask. What brought this on all of a sudden?” Clark continues, acting as if Bruce had never interrupted him.

Bruce shrugs. “No reason.”

Clark smiles in amusement and shakes his head no, taking a small step towards Bruce. “No, no I know you’re doing this for some reason.”

“What makes you think that?”

Clark chuckles. “Because I know you and as calculated as you are, you wouldn’t just pull me to our room and jump my bones in the middle of a party.” Bruce opens his mouth to retort but Clark cuts him off. “No matter how bored you are. You would want to keep eyes and ears and… bat gadgets,” Bruce rolls his eyes, “on everyone. You wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like that just to make out with me.”

“I think we were about to do a lot more than just make out.”

“You know what I mean.” Clark is still smiling and Bruce is glad the Krpytonian is finding this so amusing because he isn’t finding it like that at all. “Come on, Bruce, just tell me what is wrong.” Clark grabs his hand and holds it gently. “Please?”

With a frustrated sigh, Bruce pulls his hand away. “It was Pioneer Woman.”

“What about her?”

“She was obviously flirting with you and you weren’t stopping her.”

Clark breaks out in giggles. “So you dragged me away from a party, that I was really enjoying by the way, because you were jealous?”

“I don’t do jealous.” Clark raises and eyebrow, daring Bruce to continue lying to him. “Okay, so maybe I do. A little. But that doesn’t mean that’s what stirred me on to bring back to bed.”

“Yeah, right,” Clark teases. “You were jealous and in order to make yourself feel better, you tried to take me to bed.” Clark puts on a playful thinking face. “Jealous sex… vengeful sex? Sounds interesting.”

“Oh shut up,” Bruce pouts.

Clark approaches again and places both hands utop Bruce’s shoulders. “You do know you don’t have to worry about people flirting with me, right? Like, there’s no reason to be jealous. I’d never do anything with them.”

“Yeah, well that doesn’t mean you have to let them flirt.” Bruce grabs Clark by the from of the Superman suit, pulling him closer and growling, “You’re mine.”

Clark gently extracts Bruce’s hand from the costume. “I know.” He brushes off the front of the Superman suit. “And for the record, I did tell Pioneer Woman that I was spoken for.”

“And yet she still flirted with you.” Bruce shakes his head in annoyance, wiping a hand down over his chin in thought. “Remind to fire her.”

Clark is chuckling again. “All because she was supposedly flirting with me?” Bruce shrugs again and Clark laughs once more. “Well then, I guess there’s no reason to tell you that she’s a lesbian.”

“What?” Bruce stares.

Clark sits down on the edge of the bed, his face alight with joyful amusement. “She fancies women, Bruce, not men.”

“But…”

“You, naturally, thought she was flirting with me.” Clark’s tongue pokes out to wet the Kryptonian’s mouth. “You, the one person on this entire planet, who is the number one worst person when it comes to emotions.”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” Bruce sits down next Clark. “I’m… sorry… that I got jealous and took you away from a party you were having fun at. I misread the situation.”

Clark is nodding but his smile is still plastered permanently to his face so Bruce figures Clark isn’t mad at him. “Well, I’ll be willing to forgive you if we,” he slides a hand up Bruce’s thigh, “continue what I so rudely interrupted.”

Finally, Bruce lets his own smile slowly form on his face. “Game on, boy scout.”

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cxramel-cat · 5 years

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(SUPERBAT WEEK 2019) day 01

Chapter Title: I Saw Daddy Kissing Superman Day One: Omegaverse & Secret Relationship Rating: Teen and up Audiences Warning(s): None Word Count: 2818 Summary: Bruce adopted young Richard Grayson. There is a lot for the adoptive father and son to learn about each other. For example; the secret identity and (possibly) new dad. Side-note: Written for @superbatweek Other link(s): AO3 | Wattpad | Fanfiction

“Who is that guy with glasses?”

Bruce glanced against his shoulder in surprise. He hasn’t realized that Richard had sneaked behind him. The boy pointed a curious finger at the contact in his phone and zoomed the picture.

“You called him ‘sweetheart’.” Richard looked up at Bruce. “I thought your Alpha was Batman.”

Before the child could scroll up to the conversation, Bruce pulled the phone out of his reach. “What makes you think so?”

“Everyone in Gotham knows you have something with Batman. And I can prove it.” The boy pulled a Batarang from his pocket. “How can you explain the batarangs or the cowl I found in your rooms? Or the fact sometimes you have his smell on you. He must have been a constant visitor. I just haven’t had the chance of catching you guys in action.”

“Dick, that’s rude.” Bruce breathed out a sigh, shaking his head. He should have taken extra caution with his tools. Before this, he had too much convenience in dumping his stuff around, since there were only Alfred and him in this big mansion. But now, it was different. There was a new addition in the house – a young curious beta pup – and Bruce was not, mentally and physically, prepared to reveal his secret identity to the boy yet. “I am telling you the truth. I’m not in a relationship with Batman.”

“Really?” The boy seemed to not believe his words. His eyes were glued on the screen of Bruce’s phone. “So, he was your alpha? That country-looking guy with glasses and in the flannel shirt who you called your ‘sweetheart’.”

Yes. The word was stuck on Bruce’s tongue. He was never good with his words. He knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about – his relationship with Clark. However, he was still struggling with his words. It took a lot of courage to speak up, but instead, the boy took his silence the wrong way.

“I will not criticize your choice, Bruce.” Dick smiled in the most uncomfortable way that Bruce had ever seen him pull. “I am an open-minded person. Mom always told me that there is nothing wrong with whoever you love, no matter their biology or races. So, it doesn’t matter to me if your alpha is the vigilante of Gotham or a random country guy, I am fine with that as long as you have made your choice!”

I told you, I’m not in a relationship with Batman! Once again, the words were stuck in his mouth. Instead, Bruce smiled back in the best way he could – although he wanted to frown at Dick’s words.

It seemed like it was time for Clark to meet with Dick soon.

“I think it’s time for you to meet Richard.”

Clark almost thought that he had misheard what Bruce said. He looked at his omega in surprise, seemingly malfunctioned for a while as he tried to process through the words.

“You mean it? Really?” He couldn’t bottle up the tingling happiness within him. All along, the relationship between Bruce and him had maintained as a secret. As Bruce said, it was better to keep the relationship low profile to avoid being overwhelmed by the media.

Clark had always respected Bruce’s wish, since he knew that the media loved to report any rumours related to Bruce Wayne, the rich and most well-known omega in the world. It was Bruce’s way of protecting him, as he didn’t want Clark’s reputation as a reporter to be stained by his. However, that didn’t mean that Clark had never wished that he could tell the world about how much he loved Bruce and how the man was not as described by the media.

When Bruce first adopted Dick, Clark had been excited to introduce himself to the boy. However, Bruce had told him that was not the right time yet. The child was badly traumatised with the loss of parents, and the comfort of a parental figure was more important than letting him meet the partner of his new father then. Clark, being the understanding and patient partner he had always been, had agreed to it.

“What’s the sudden decision? I thought you agreed that I will meet with him after another six months.”

“Because he has been going on some weird theories which have been making me uncomfortable.” Bruce turned around, looking at Clark with a frown. “Just this evening, he told me about how he thought that I was in a relationship with Batman. Can you believe it, Clark? Then he was giving me that look – the one that was like he is trying his hardest not to judge me, because he thought that I am probably cheating on my partner with another man. Exactly how the media has always judged me.”

“Oh, I’m sure he didn’t think so, Bruce.” Clark placed an arm over Bruce’s shoulder, pressing a kiss on the man’s head and taking in his scent. “I’m sure he will understand once you explain it to him. He will understand. I believe in that.”

‘Easier to say than to be done,’ Bruce thought, giving out a huff.

“I’m going to get killed by Bruce…”

Dick looked around his surroundings nervously. He had been too excited since this was his first visit to Metropolis. Without Bruce’s permission, he had sneaked out of the man’s office and went for a walk. He thought that he had recognized his way home, but he had been wrong. He was so occupied with playing around that he had lost his way. And now, he was stuck outside – no money since he had spent most of his allowance on the desserts and games... and without a phone.

Dick sat underneath a tree, biting his nails as he tried to find a way to get home. Suddenly, he took notice of the stray cat beside him, who was peacefully taking its nap.

Well, this is Metropolis, where the Superman lived. Rumours said that the man of steel will help no matter how small the issue is, even if it was just a cat stuck in the tree. I will do it as gentle as possible, and no feline shall be harmed in the process…

Okay, maybe he had thrown the cat a little too harshly. The cat gave out a surprised meow when it was suddenly grabbed by the tail and throw upwards towards the tree. Then, Dick sat under the tree, burying his head in his knees as he awaited the arrival of the man of steel.

Not more than ten seconds, there was a gush of wind as a figure floated downwards, holding the traumatized cat in his hands. “Is this your cat, kid?”

“No, but thank you anyway, Superman!” Dick grinned. His heart racing at the sight of his idol standing in front of him. But of course, this wasn’t the right time to be excited! He’d summoned the superhero for a very important reason!

“I had lost my way home, Superman. Can you… uhm, lend me your phone, Superman?” There was the alternative way, allowing Superman to fly him back to the Wayne Enterprise. But Dick wanted to be able to get the contact number of the superhero!

And Clark – Superman – didn’t know why he did think it was a good idea, to pull out his phone and lend it towards a little child he didn’t even know. He just assumed that the child’s parent was around, and all he needed was a quick call to get that parent back to him. However, when the boy started to dial a very familiar number, Clark’s eyes widened.

‘Hold on. Why is he dialling Bruce’s number?’

‘… why does Superman have Bruce’s number saved…?’

By the time his phone vibrated, Bruce felt relieved to pull himself away from the meeting for a while. It was too boring, and he was tired from dealing with those two-faced men who were just trying to dig a hole in his pocket. When he looked over at the screen of his phone, he was amused to see that it was Clark who was calling since it was rare for the man to call during work hours.

“What is it, my darling?” With a hint of playfulness, since he wanted to maintain his reputation as the flirty Bruce Wayne in public, Bruce answered with sweet name-calling.

There was a moment of silence at the other side of the phone, and Bruce was ready to ask if there was something wrong with Clark, when an unexpected, familiar voice answered his call.

“B-Bruce…?”

…Dick?

“Bruce, you called Superman darling.”

“Yea, I guess I do.”

“But… you have Clark listed as your sweetheart in your phone.”

“Yea… I did.”

“… it’s not right.” Dick whispered close to Bruce’s ear, frowning. “Clark is a nice man. He might not be shining like the Superman, but… you shouldn’t cheat on him, Bruce! You should only choose one! Clark deserves loyalty and respect!”

Clark knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop – superpowers were strictly restricted in Wayne Manor – but he couldn’t help but snicker at the boy’s words. He tried not to make it seem too obvious, so he bit back his laughter. Alfred, who noticed the man’s chuckle, could only shake his head at the mess that had been created by his own master.

“… I think I understand why Batman break up with you, Bruce.”

“Dick, I already told you –” He caught Clark snickering, and Bruce swore, if it wasn’t for Dick being next to him, he might have thrown the glass of water in his hand at the Kryptonian for laughing at his miserable situation.

It happened during one peaceful night – Dick was in his room sleeping, when he was suddenly being awakened by a noise downstairs. Out of curiosity (and concern, of course), he walked downstairs – only to meet with a sight which caused him to wonder if he was still dreaming.

“It’s okay… you’re safe now, you’re home…”

Superman was holding someone in his arms. Dick couldn’t really recognize the person in his arms, since the person’s face was well hidden by the red cape. When he stepped close enough, the beta had caught the heavy sweet scent which was emitted by one of them.

‘It smelled familiar… It smelled… smelled like Bruce…?’

Just as the thought crossed Dick’s mind, Superman stepped upstairs and almost bumped into him. The man halted back just in time; his eyes widened at seeing Dick.

“D-Dick? Why are you awake at this hour? You should be in bed!”

Due to the closeness between both of them, Dick finally managed to have a good look of the omega in Superman’s arms. It was Bruce, but he was wearing Batman’s suit.

“B-Bruce?!” All of his curiosities were swallowed back in his stomach. He was overcome with worry upon seeing Bruce in agony. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? Can you hear me? Bruce? Bruce!”

“Young master Dick.”

Dick turned around at the call. Alfred was standing behind him, seemingly more calmed down than Dick expected him to, with Bruce in such pain. “Master Bruce is in safe hands now. There shall be nothing you should be worried about.” Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding the teen downstairs. “Come, boy, would you like a cup of warm milk?”

It tasted sweet, the honey-milk Alfred had fixed for him. Dick took another sip of the warm beverage as he tried to process what had happened so far.

Superman brought Bruce home. Bruce was wearing Batman’s costume. Bruce was sick.

Somehow, none of the information seemed to connect with other parts. Who was the real alpha of Bruce? Superman?

‘Well, having a superhero as my adoptive step-dad is not bad.’ Dick shrugged at the thought. Superman was the well-loved superhero of the whole world. He was a public figure, just like Bruce, so they would make a great pair together! Not to mention, Dick should feel honoured, since he had a superhero as his adoptive step-dad, right?

‘But Bruce was wearing Batman’s costume!’ Dick remembered, Bruce was attending a bachelor party tonight. Alfred had helped him pick out his favourite three-piece suit. That should have been what Bruce was wearing, right? Why was Bruce wearing Batman’s costume now? Was it perhaps because he was taken away by the crusader, in the middle of the night? What could both of them have possibly done?!

‘And Clark?’ Dick glanced down at the piece of cookie he had taken from the jar. It was Clark’s handmade cookie, and the man had baked a jar just for him. Clark knew how much Dick loved his chocolate chip cookies! Clark was always so kind to him, making him delicacies while Alfred refused to let him have more than he should. Clark played soccer with him when Bruce couldn’t. Clark also helped Alfred with the chores just to lessen the butler’s burden. How could Bruce have possibly cheated on such a kind person?!

“Alfred, the adult world is complicated,” Dick sighed out, biting off a huge chunk off the cookie.

Thanks to Alfred’s interruption, Clark could finally get Bruce back in his room – where the omega felt the safest whenever his heat arrived. It should have been another two weeks before the actual heat arrived. However, it had been quickened due to Ivy’s sudden attack at the night party which Bruce attended.

In the process of stopping Ivy, one of her plants had sprayed Bruce with its pollen. The effects hadn’t shown until later, when Bruce had handed Ivy over to Commissioner Gordon, that his scent had started to spread out wildly.

Clark, who stayed at Bruce’s side when all of this happened, had immediately sensed that Bruce’s heat had arrived early. In his greatest effort of making sure that Bruce’s identity wouldn’t be revealed, Clark had wrapped the man up in his cape and brought him home before he had bumped into with Dick.

There would be a lot of explanations to give with Dick tomorrow, but for now, the issue on hand was Bruce.

“Bruce? Can you hear me?” Clark gently patted on Bruce’s face. “Bruce, I’m going to help you get rid of your suit, okay? Everything will be alright ̶”

An arm reached out and pulled Clark into the bed. Bruce kissed Clark hard, their teeth clashing. It was obvious that the omega had been driven mad by his heat, and now, what he needed wasn’t gentle emotional comfort. He needed something more physical.

“Clark,” Bruce panted through the kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Bruce?”

Dick knocked on the door once, awaiting a reply from the man. Usually, the man would have answered– even a sleepy groan would count. But today, he was quiet. Too quiet.

“Bruce, can you hear me?” Dick called out louder this time, knocking on the door a few times. Again, there was no reply. The teen thought worriedly.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, twisting the doorknob as he took a peek inside. There was no one on the bed, but there were clothes scattered around the floor, which indicated that someone had been here – at least before he came in.

Dick looked around the room, feeling confused. When his search came up fruitless, he was ready to leave, when his sharp hearing took notice of a soft groan which was above him.

Immediately, Dick looked upward. And there they were; Bruce, who was still sleeping soundly, and Clark, who was holding on Bruce tightly, floating as he met Dick’s gaze nervously.

“Hey, Dick…” Clark tried to steady his voice as he spoke. “I will explain to you later. Could you… tell Alfred that Bruce and I will be back soon? Thank you for coming up to wake us, and uh, sorry, for what you had to see.”

Dick was staring, his mouth gaping wide in shock. There was a moment in which he couldn’t progress what he had seen, but once he regained his senses, he didn’t know what he could have said.

“C-Clark?!”

On that fine Sunday morning, Dick had a two-hour long conversation with Bruce. They talked about everything that Bruce had hidden from him since the beginning – Bruce’s secret identity as the dark crusader, his relationship with Clark who was actually Superman, and the Birds-and-Bees Talk which came in a matched set with the Safe Sex Talk.

Nevertheless, to say, Dick felt utterly betrayed (and flustered for the final two topics) upon realizing how much his new father had hidden from him.

“I thought we were family, Bruce!”

Aside from being saddened by the fact that Bruce had hidden his secret identity from him, Dick wasn’t bothered or disappointed at the fact that Clark was Superman.

In the end, Bruce and Clark took the boy to Haagen-Dazs to cheer him up.

#superbat #superbatweek2019

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