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NaNoWriMo 2019 Batfam fic Part 3

I realized I said I was gonna post snippets from my nano and I haven’t for a bit....

Part 3 of my Jason Todd Batfam fic where Jason agrees to dog sit Titus, there are some deep seated issues, unintended animal therapy, snarky text messages between robins and eventually some reconciliation between father and son. Takes place in a murky in between time sometime after Damian was resurrected.

Also I’m sorry guys, I don’t have an actual computer to work on, so I post these from the website on my ipad, so I can use the read more break, but I can’t figure out how to hyperlink on here so I’m not linking the previous installments....but if you search my blog for Jason Todd the first two aren’t far down the list....

Jason swallowed hard and took a breath, set his book down on the coffee table and got up to open the door before he could entertain the idea of pretending he wasn’t actually there and ignoring all attempts to contact him like their conversation the night before had never even happened. For prosperity's sake he did check the peephole before opening the door and nearly had a heart attack because it wasn’t just Bruce standing outside his door.

The demon brat was there too, leash in hand attached to the most massive dog Jason had ever seen. The kid was scowling like no other and the fish eye perspective made it look more comical than annoying. JAson was an idiot, of course the kid was gonna come along, it was his dog. That he was apparently protective enough of that he didn’t want just anyone watching him.

Bruce, next to him, looked enormous, with a blank expression that never failed to make Jason either irritated or nervous. This morning his stomach can’t seem to decide.

Damian glances at Bruce and his frown deepens and Jason realizes he’s been standing at the door for probably too long. “Here goes nothing.” He whispers to himself before stepping back and unlocking the deadbolt. He attempts to smile when he swings the door open but its still really freaking early and Jason’s not really prepared for the way his stomach swoops when he looks at Bruce.

He can’t get that damned card out of his head, can’t help wondering when Bruce wrote it, what he was doing. What he was thinking when he picked up the book and the movie and decided it was a good gift for Jason, whom he hadn’t had more than one pleasant conversation that wasn’t about vigilante business within the last 4 months. And before that….it might have been before he died, not counting any near death experiences where he got weirdly emotional and then regretted every word that came out of his mouth later.

“Hey.” He says lamely, stepping to the side at the expectant huff from Damian. They both walk in, Damian with an air of superiority that Jason’s not sure he knows how to turn off, and Bruce with an awkward sort of shuffle that almost catches him off guard. Jason realizes that without the fish eye lense making him look huge and out of proportion he looks tired.

There are bags under his eyes and a bruise on his cheek that Jason knows he would normally cover with makeup. His hair is mussed and he’s wearing track pants and tennis shoes with a cotton t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. He’s also carrying three enormous shopping bags that he sets on the floor just inside the door. When he straightens his eyes go to Damian before Jason and he realizes he’s staring at Bruce, and obviously so, and snaps his eyes to the kid too.

Damian is taking the dog in loop around the main space while inspecting everything with a sharp eye as Titus noses around his kitchen cabinets and past the glass door to the balcony.

“He better not pee on anything.”

Damian gives him a sharp look and scoffs. “Please, just because you lack proper house training does not mean all animals do.” Jason raises his eyebrows at the acid in the kids tone and nearly bites something nasty back before Bruce speaks up.

“Damian.” The kid stiffens and then slowly lowers his shoulders, staring down at the dog with a deeply unhappy expression and sharp twist to his mouth. Bruce takes a breath and Jason chances a glance over. He’s got his eyes closed, a wrinkled line between eyebrows, before it smooths out and he opens them again, eyes flicking to Jason where he stands, feeling weirdly out of place in his own apartment.

“He’s nervous.”

“I am not-“

“Damian.” They both stare hard at each other for an extended moment, Damian’s posture stretched tight. “Jason is doing you a favor. Act like it.”

“We could just bring him along-“

“We are not bringing a Great Dane to London. We’ve been over this.” And by the droning tone of his voice, they must have been, multiple times. The kid is wringing the leash in his hands and the dog is looking up at him, ears back and tail thumping the ground before he noses at Damian’s clenched fists. Damn this kid actually is nervous.

“He is not well.” He says as he lets the leash go with one hand and sets it gently on the Dane’s head, rubbing back and forth absently, like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

“He has an ear infection Damian. It’s not serious. Jason can handle it.” Bruce’s voice is soft now, cajoling like he’s talking to a kid who’s actually Damian’s age and not some old man stuffed in the skin of a 12 year old. He sounds….gentle, and JAson has to turn away from him entirely to push down on the uncomfortable twist in his chest, busies himself straightening the blanket on the back of the couch that’s clearly already straight.

He remembers that voice, didn't realize Bruce still had it in him.

Damian turns his gaze to Jason finally, glare firmly in place along with a look of deep distrust.

Jason remembers working with the kid. Wearing that ridiculous costume with the fake feathers and he wonders how they made it out the other side of that with less trust than they started with. Damian had been more upset than Jason anticipated when he’d found out who he actually was.

It may have hurt Jason’s feelings, a tad, not that he would ever admit it. - research before posting

Another part of him feels kinda bad for lying to the kid for so long.

“Relax twerp. I’ll take good care of your dog.”

“Tt.” He glances around the apartment again with a look of distaste but the tension in his frame diminishes just a little. “Your apartment is smaller than I anticipated. Titus may require more than two walks a day if he is cooped up in here all the time.”

Jason stiffens, “Well sorry I don’t live in a fucking mansion.” There’s more heat in his voice than he was aiming for and he has to wrestle down anything else he might say before he looks just as defensive as he suddenly feels.

An awkward silence hangs in the air after his outburst, Damian staring at him with that stupid scowl. Bruce takes an awkward step closer to Jason and he has to resist the urge to step back.

“You apartment is fine Jay. Titus sleeps most of the day anyway.” Jason rolls his eyes, telling himself to get a grip.

“Whatever. What’s with the apocalyptic supply stash?” He juts his chin toward the pile of crap by his front door.

The question at least, sends Damian into motion, so he’s not staring around Jason’s apartment like he expects the place to collapse in on itself at any moment. He unhooks Titus’ leash from his collar and coils it up in a loop that he leaves sitting on Jason’s kitchen counter, and then he goes for the first bag.

When Jason says enormous bags, he means it. They are three times the size of regular grocery bags, he didn’t know you could even get bags that size. They all have a logo on the side he doesn’t recognize, something with paw prints, obviously some kind of pet store.

First he pulls out a massive dog bed, which Jason supposes makes sense. Best thing he’s got is the blanket on the back of his couch. The kid looks around while holding it, like he’s gauging the perfect place and finally sets it down next to the gargantuan TV.

Bruce sidles up on Jason’s left side while they both watch Damian unload the bags. Jason is uncomfortably aware of his presence but he doesn’t look over, doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Thank you for doing this.” Bruce says under his breath, while Damian drags a huge, unwieldy bag of dog food across his floor and props it against his kitchen counter. Jason only grunts in return, isn’t sure what to think of this whole thing still.

Next comes a stainless steel water dish and a matching one in porcelain for the food. Then a fresh container of tennis balls, two leashes, some kind of waterproof coat and then a red freaking dog sweater that Jason has to stifle a laugh at. “He really is just nervous.” This is even quieter than the thank you and Jason feels the need to look over. “The infection is minor, but before we took him into the vet he was acting strange, whining and tilting his head back and forth, standing with it at an angle that obviously didn’t look natural. He wouldn’t stay still, would only lie down for a minute at a time before he got up and paced the room. I think he was terrified it was some kind of brain tumor, that he was having complex seizures.”

Jason frowns, watching a white paper bag make its way to his kitchen counter with a prescription tag stapled to the outside. “He’s a good kid, just…” He waits for the word difficult to come out. Just like how people used to describe him, always angry, defensive, annoying. Interacting with the kid he can see why people couldn’t stand him when he was younger but he still gets Damian to a certain degree.

“He’s had a hard time.” Is what he says instead and Jason has to turn away again, decides finally to go introduce himself to the dog to ease the tangled mess in his stomach.

He’s so irritated, two days ago he would never have been this much of a mess over talking to Bruce, even in a casual setting, even in his own apartment. One stupid fucking hint of the man caring about him beyond what he contributes to fighting crime in the city and he’s bending over backwards looking for other signs. He hates his own stupid, dysfunctional brain.

He holds out a hand to Titus, takes a deep breath to let go of the tightness in his chest. Dogs and little kids, they can always tell when you’re upset and he doesn’t want to make him nervous.

Honestly, he’s huge. Like, Jason knew Great Danes were one of the largest breeds of dog but this particular one has to be even bigger than average. He sits on the corner of the living room carpet, watching Jason with alert but friendly eyes and easily sniffs at the hand, then shoves his nose into his palm and butts it up so his hands is resting on the top of his snout. Jason huffs out a laugh and crouches down.

“Like being petted huh?” He scratches behind his ears and is nearly bowled over immediately. Titus twists his head so far to the side Jason doesn’t quite follow with his hand and then shoves forward into Jason’s space, knocking him off balance with his insistence. Then a hand reaches for the collar and draws him back just enough to keep Jason mostly upright. Bruce is standing there, looking mildly amused as he looks at the dog.

“The drops the vet gave him make his ears itch, he can get a little pushy.”

“I can see that.” Jason mutters back. He kneels then, knees on the floor so he’s more stable and reaches out, ready for the sudden twist and shove. “You can let him go, I got it.”

Titus nearly lunges for him, shoves his whole face into Jason’s stomach, making him wheeze out a laugh. He rubs with significant force at his ears and the gargantuan dog goes boneless, flops down across his legs, whip like tail slapping loudly against the side of his coffee table. “Yeah, wow, you’re so big and tough huh? You must get people running for the hills killer.” Jason scratches down his neck and Titus makes a funny little grunting noise and then flops over sideways, belly exposed, head resting in his lap and yeah ok, Jason’s not a monster, he rubs his tummy. “Man you are heavy. Might need to put you on a diet.”

“Apparently, he is on one.” Jason glances up at Bruce, who’s still standing there, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at him with this odd little quirk to his mouth and if Jason had to guess he’d say he looks fond. And he doesn’t know what to do with that so he goes back to the dog, feeling his face flush in discomfort.

Damian clears his throat, pulling Jason’s attention back to him. He’s standing at the edge of his kitchen counter, hands clasped in front of him in a way that reminds Jason starkly of alfred of all people. He still doesn’t look happy, per say, but the anxiety leeching off the kid seems to have gone down and he’s staring at Jason intently.

“Yes. He is on a diet. He has gained weight since the weather started to turn.” With that, the kid launches into a spiel about the do’s and don’t’s of watching Titus. The list is significantly longer than Jason had anticipated, partially due to the ear infection but mostly just because the kid is a little pissant with way too many rules.

Jason takes it all with as much stoicism as he can muster until he pulls out a freaking muffler for the dog.

“What the heck is that?” Jason is still kneeling on the floor, dog laid out half in his lap, lazily wagging his tail and Damian is holding a thick square of black fabric in his hands that turns out to be a tube, it has drawstrings on the top and bottom to adjust the size of the loop.

“It is,” he makes a face here, obviously unhappy about what he’s about to say, “called a Head Muff. It goes over the neck and ears to keep them warm on walks.” He lays it down next to the prescription baggy and Jason has to hold back from a snort and instead looks back at Bruce out of the corner of his eye and finds him already looking down at Jason, expression completely blank and this time Jason chokes when he catches the twitch of Bruce’s lip. Somehow he manages to disguise it as a cough when he looks back but Damian looks suspicious none-the-less.

“I expect hourly update texts with photo’s.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have never owned a dog have you?” The question sounds weirdly accusatory and Jason feels the need to gently push Titus off his lap just so he can stand to his full height for this conversation.

“No, I haven’t but-”

“Then I will need proof that you are capable of the job.”

“Capable of the job? It’s dog sitting, not nuclear fission.”

“The very fact that you are not taking this seriously tells me it is necessary.”

“Well if you don’t fucking trust me then you can get somebody else to watch your damn dog.”

Damian had his arms crossed over his chest tightly, scowl intensifying with every breath. “Because you have shown yourself to be so trustworthy.” Jason clenched his hands into fists, feeling red creep up his neck.

“Damian.” Bruce’s deep voice cut across the room, quiet, but firm. He stepped around Jason, putting himself vaguely between them but not enough to be obvious. “You’re being unreasonable. Jason is perfectly capable of walking, watering, and feeding Titus, along with handling his ear drops.” He glanced over at Jason, eyes uncertain for a moment. “He always wanted a dog when he was younger, he’ll treat Titus well.”

Jason opened his mouth, ready to argue until that last sentence. Instead he blinks back at Bruce for a moment, feeling floored by the simple statement. He doesn’t have a response and quickly breaks eye contact, swinging them back to Damian whose mouth is twisted in a grimace before he finally heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms.

“Fine.”

#Jason Todd #Fanfiction #nanowrimo #Batfamily #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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Desperate for a JayRae fic of some sort! Honestly! Anything!

Hello,

I can do that! How about JayRae Calm in the Storm family fluff!?

An Epic, Living, Romance…

Terry hated assignments like this. And it was all cause heopened his dumb fat mouth.

See, they were working on Romeo & Juliette ‘The MostEpic Romance Ever’ according to Mr. Reese; which was a bunch of bullshit; justask Jason. And frankly in the matters of literature he trusted Jason over Mr.Reese.

Jason read like over seventy languages and spoke at least ahundred. Honestly he was kind of jealous of his elder brother’s gift forlanguages, as that was clearly NOT something Terry had, as he was currentlyfailing Spanish; again.

Anyways, Terry had countered Mr. Reese’s claim for Romeo &Juliette being the most epic romance, stating that it took three days for a seventeenyear old to fall in love with a thirteen year old and they died. They hadprobably just wanted sex; he had bluntly stated this and been thwacked by his onagain girlfriend Dana. But it was true! He wasn’t an idiot! He knew that atseventeen he wasn’t in love with Dana, though he liked sex with her. Dana andher friends snapped at him for being an idiot, but Terry was a guy, and he knewshit they didn’t know.

Anyways, he was now challenged to find a truly epic romance.

Terry supposed he could ask any of his newly acquired family,but to be honest he wasn’t really sure how the romance topic would go in hisfamily. Bruce’s love life was rarely brought up, Dick’s was a flaming disasterunless he was with Kori, Tim’s was sealed with Stephanie, Duke was in arelationship with Claire Clover, Babs was married to Luke Fox; which was weirdas she always seemed to be eye sexing Dick, Damian was in a steady relationshipwith Jon, and Cass was married to a guy named Tiger. Terry had met Tiger oncein the two years since he had discovered Bruce Wayne was his and Matt’sbiological father.

Which was a totally weird story for another time!

As to the most epic romance he knew of, Terry honestly lovedwatching them since he had come into the family because THAT was love; it wentto Jason and Raven. They talked like best friends, argued like husband andwife, had a passion that never seemed to cease and a quiet love that kept themtogether. Terry would freely admit that of all his brothers, he wantedsomething like what Jason had. That was Love. Jason had gone to hell and backfor Raven, and she had done the same for Jason.

No matter, Terry would have to prove Mr. Reese wrong aboutRomeo & Juliette. Which had him knocking on Jason’s apartment door.

Cosette looked at him with large serious green eyes andsolemn face. She had taken after Rae a lot.

“Hey, little thing,” he smiled at his niece.

“Terry, mama napping,” the five year old held her arms upand he picked her up, she was so tiny, walked into the apartment and kicked thedoor shut. Raven, and her third pregnancy had just started.

“Cosette! We talked about this, you can’t open the door forstrangers!” Jason appeared looking frazzled, and Terry looked at his elder brother.In Jason’s arms was his toddler, Perseus.

“Terry!” Cosette announced. Raven grumbled as she shifted,the bowl on the floor was an obvious sign of his sister-in-law’s pregnancy.

“I came for Epic Love Stories, that beat Romeo &Juliette out of the water,” Terry softly replied as he walked to the nursery. Jasonjust stared dumbly at him then there was a sly smile on his lips.

“Oh, where do I begin. Here, Gone with the Wind,” Jason walkedinto his room and started picking through the shelf. “Pride and Prejudice. AnnaKarenina. The Thorn Birds. A Tale of Two Cities. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. That’sthe start, read those, and if you want more later, when Rae’s awake I’ll haveher help you out. She’s read more romances than I have,” Jason said as hebounced Percy. Percy stared at him with large serious aquamarine eyes like hisfather, and Terry would bet the kid would grow up looking like his favoriteliterature hero; Percy Jackson.

“Thanks,” Terry said.

“Something else on your mind, twerp?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know Raven was the one?” Terry blurted out.

“Uh…?” Jason looked baffled and uncertain then shy as therewas a slight pinkening of his ears.

“Just, you two seem to define Epic Romance with everything Ijust… how’d you know?” Terry stammered.

“She’s my best friend,” Jason said softly. “I kissed herwhen the Cubs won the World Series, I was fucked from then on. There wasn’t anybig moment that I fell for her, Terry, I just… I realized I could happily keepdoing everything I did in my life if I had her there. I wanted her there.”

“Oh,” Terry stared at the books in hand and he smiled a bit.“I still think you two are a bigger romance than anyone else, or any book,”Terry decided.

“Please don’t say that, I don’t do chick flick moments,” Jasonsighed.

“Thanks, and I hope Rae feels better,” Terry said.

“She’ll be better in a few hours, and you’re free to stay.Cosette and I were going to watch Moana again, then Finding Nemo if you want tojoin in,” Jason shrugged.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Terry smiled as he walked to theliving room with his big brother and his kids. Cosette’s curly black hair fellaround her as she walked to her father, and plunked herself on his lap. Percyjust blinked and Jason let out a play groan which had Terry smirking as heflopped into a chair. Raven didn’t stir from the couch as her hand fell to Jason’sshoulder.

“Little thing you are heavy!” Jason teased.

“Moana!” the five year old demanded in a monotone.

“Fine, fine,” Jason waved off.

Terry wanted this, not now, but later in his life. This wasthe kind of love he’d want. This was an epic romance, Fuck Romeo &Juliette, they died. He wanted a love that lived, like Jason’s and Raven’s. Hewatched from the corner of his eye as Jason lightly pressed his lips to Raven’s wrist before starting the movie.

#bluboothalassophile #one shot #fanfic #calm in the storm #terry mcginnis #jason todd #raven #jayrae #redrae #raex

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lopithecusfanfiction · 7 years

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A Life So Changed: Chapter Forty-Seven

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2611 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Author's Note: Hey, I got asked a question and will put the answer here as well so others know too. Being mated in this AU basically means being married. As long as you are mates, you are “married” (in the eyes of society and the government.) That’s a big part as to why Tim and Conner haven’t been made “official” mates yet. They are too young. However, in this AU, you can also have the bonus of getting married in the “traditional” sense (i.e. how Clark and Lois were also married.) This means, you can get married in a church, special location, wherever with a marriage license and all that. It’s just an extra special thing that some mates do to make their relationship more special. It’s a rare occurrence though. I can’t remember if I explicitly said that in earlier chapters, but that is the reason why Bruce made such a big deal out of Clark being married to Lois (because the two made their being mates extra special by getting married in the traditional sense.) It also makes the “divorce” process harder if you are married with a marriage license whereas if someone is just married as mates, all they would have to do is break the bond and be done with it. So basically, Bruce and Clark don’t have to have a big wedding ceremony with a marriage license to “be married” in this AU. They would only have to be mates to be considered that. Hopefully that makes sense. Anyway, onto the chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Seven:

Bruce sits at the table in the kitchen, forcing himself to eat his breakfast, as Wally sits across from him, nibbling on some breakfast as well. Jason and Damian are also sat at the table, Jason eating a bowl of cereal as Damian continues to work on that suspiciously looking baby toy. Bruce has tried to ask his youngest son exactly what it is, but Damian only glares at him and stalks off, grumbling to himself. Bruce hasn’t brought it up again and will just wait for Damian to tell Bruce himself.

Bruce watches Wally carefully. The young omega still won’t look at him and keeps his head hung low as he takes small bites of his toast. Bruce clears his throat, taking a sip of his tea to wash down some of the pancakes he is eating. He had been craving them badly this morning and so it’s his second helping of them, much to Alfred’s approval considering Clark isn’t the only one who has noticed Bruce’s lack of an appetite.

“Have you talked to Dick lately?” Bruce asks Wally.

Wally shakes his head minutely. “He’s been too busy.” Wally shrugs. “Keeps saying we’ll talk eventually. I guess he has something to ask me. I don’t really want to see him though.”

Bruce sees Jason and Damian glance at the speedster. “Wally-” Bruce starts but Wally cuts him off, eyes still downcast.

“Bruce, it’s fine, really. I don’t want to see him.” Wally pushes his plate away, frowning down at the food.

“At the very least you need to eat,” Bruce tells him. “You need to keep your strength up, especially since you’re a speedster.”

Jason reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a small bag of M&M’s. The alpha slides the bag over to Wally and Wally eyes them suspiciously. Jason shrugs. “Chocolate always helps.”

Wally grabs them hesitantly and stuffs the bag into his pocket. “Right.”

Rolling his eyes at his son, Bruce continues talking to Wally. “The cramps have gone away now, right?” Bruce asks and Wally nods. “Good. I need to know if something is wrong so I can get you looked at.”

“Actually,” Wally says suddenly, sitting up some. “I was thinking of going home today. I need… I need to get back to the League as well.”

“Wally, there’s no rush,” Bruce says, concerned.

“Bruce,” Wally looks up and flinches a little when his eyes meet Bruce’s, “it would just be easier if I went home.” He stands. “I’m sorry but I can’t keep trying to avoid Dick wherever I go in this place and I can’t keep…” he trails off, gesturing to Bruce as his eyes fill with tears. “I’m sorry. It doesn’t have anything to do with you and it’s all me but I can’t keep seeing…” Wally reaches up and wipes his eyes. “I just can’t stay here anymore. I need to get my life back in order, without Dick and without the constant reminder of what I did.” He speeds away, the wind ruffling everyone’s hair.

“At least he took the M&M’s,” Jason says, taking another bite of his cereal. “I have another one if you want it, Bruce.”

“No, thank you,” Bruce says, trying to not feel hurt by what Wally said.

An open bag of M&M’s is pushed in front of him anyway. “Hey,” Bruce looks up at Jason, “like Wally said, it’s not you. He doesn’t hate you because you’re pregnant and he’s not anymore. You being pregnant is just reminding him that he isn’t because of the abortion, because of what he decided to do. Wally just needs time to deal with it, Bruce. That’s all.”

Bruce nods solemnly and picks up the bag of M&M’s, dumping it onto his pancakes. “When did you get so insightful?”

Jason shrugs. “Living here has made me soft.” Bruce huffs a small laugh along with Jason.

“What I don’t understand is why West no longer wants to see Grayson,” Damian says, whittling away. “West has feelings for the beta, why not tell him that?”

Jason tsks. “You’re one to talk, Mister I Haven’t Even Presented As Anything Yet. You can’t say stuff about professing your love for someone when you’ve never even been in love yet.”

“Who says I haven’t, Todd?” Damian stops carving away and looks up at the alpha. “Just because I haven’t presented as an alpha yet, doesn’t mean I am incapable of having what you call crushes.”

Jason huffs. “Who the hell says you’re going to be an alpha, Twerp?”

Damian crosses his arms. “Because, judging by my personality, I am obviously an alpha. Besides, Mother was an alpha and I’ll have nothing less of myself.” Bruce pretends that Damian thinking betas and omegas are less than alphas, doesn’t hurt even though it does. He can feel the disappointment rising in his chest at his youngest son, realizing exactly what Damian sees him as. A worthless omega. Worse: a worthless, pregnant omega.

Jason is glaring at the boy, eyes deadly. “You do realize your father is right beside you, right? Your father who is an omega?” Jason tsks again. “Your personality is more like his than you realize, kid. I would be shocked if you weren’t an omega.” Jason stands, hands flat on the table and leaning in close to Damian. “In fact, I hope you are an omega just so it can be shoved in your face.”

Jason dodges the knife that comes slashing across his face, grabbing a hold of Damian’s wrist and pinning the hand down. Damian growls at him but Jason growls back, a real threatening alpha growl. Despite himself, Damian flinches from the growl, an instinct all children have in the face of an angry alpha or omega. The two glare at each other fiercely, Jason’s teeth starting to show.

A throat is cleared and then Clark’s firm voice comes after, hint of displeasure lacing his tone. “Am I interrupting something?” When Bruce turns around, he sees Clark already in a defensive stance, ready to protect Bruce from any and all threats.

Jason lets go of Damian’s wrist and Damian sits back in the chair, arms crossing again. “No,” they both say at the same time.

“Good,” Clark says, walking up to Bruce and placing a hand on his shoulder. It’s a possessive sign to both of Bruce’s sons, warning the two that if they try to hurt Bruce, Clark will hurt them back. “I would like to speak to Bruce alone, please,” the alpha says firmly.

Jason rolls his eyes and leaves the room with his hands shoved down his pockets. Damian is slower to leave, picking up his homemade “not a baby toy” and leaves the kitchen, grumbling under his breath. Clark watches them leave intently, eyes narrowed. Bruce brings a hand up to Clark’s that is still holding onto his shoulder, and squeezes it. “You don’t have to be so defensive… and possessive.”

Clark finally tears his eyes away from the doorway, sitting down across from Bruce and pushing Wally’s plate to the other side of the table. “There was a fight breaking out with you right there beside them. Damian had a knife. He could have easily hurt you, even by accident. I won’t have that as long as I’m around.”

Bruce sighs, knowing that it’s a losing battle. He changes the subject instead. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to spend time with your parents, seeing that they only have two days left before going home.”

Clark scowls. “I don’t want to see them.”

“You sound like Wally.” Clark’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Nothing, never mind. What made you change your mind?”

Clark shrugs. “I thought I would be able to face them but every time I think about how they treated you I just get so mad, Bruce. I can’t stand it. So, they’ll just have to deal with not seeing me for a while.”

Bruce frowns. “Clark, just because they were assholes to me doesn’t mean they deserve to lose their son.”

“They’re not losing me,” Clark says, looking at the table. “I was serious, Bruce, when I said I wouldn’t mess this up again and honestly, I’m not going to reward their behavior by going to them and pretending everything is okay. They need to see what they did was wrong. If they want to see me, then they can reach out to me. It’s not going to be the other way around.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Clark grabs Bruce’s hand. “I do. Trust me.” Clark looks down at the plate in front of Bruce. “I’m glad to see you eating.”

Bruce accepts the change of subjects for now. “You’ll also be glad to know that this is my second plate full.”

Clark smiles at him. “Yes, that makes me very happy indeed.”

Bruce pets his stomach. “Lara was very hungry this morning and really wanted pancakes.”

“With M&M’s?” Clark asks, chuckling.

“No, Jason thought she wanted M&M’s and Lara agreed,” Bruce says, chuckling as well.

When their laughter dies down, Clark lets go of Bruce’s hand. Clark rests his head in that same hand, smile turning softer. “Can I ask you something?”

Bruce takes a bite of the pancake. “Of course.”

“What did Jason mean when he said you went out as Batman while pregnant?”

The question stops Bruce in his tracks, just about to put another bite in his mouth. He sets the fork down carefully, knowing that his answer is going to make Clark mad. He doesn’t want that, not when they are trying to work things out again. But he had made communication part of the rules and if he expects Clark to follow them, then the least he can do is follow them himself.

He clears his throat and takes a sip of tea, buying his time. “It was the first day I found out I was pregnant. I was scared and angry and trying to keep the pregnancy a secret from everyone, so I went out that night as Batman. I did it because I didn’t come up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t. I did it because I wanted to get my anger and frustration out. I did it because I didn’t care about our baby as much I do now.” Clark doesn’t say anything and continues to just watch Bruce. “The problem was that I was experiencing pregnancy symptoms already and so a thug got the drop on me and I fell off a roof. Yes, I know I could have lost our baby. Trust me, I already got the lecture from Alfred after I had gone home that morning. After I fell of the roof, Jason came to my rescue and I told him about the baby. He’s actually the first one I did tell.”

“I always thought it was Alfred you told first,” Clark says quietly.

Bruce shakes his head. “No. He might have known first because he found the pregnancy tests but… Jason was the one I said it to first. Trust me, Clark, I regret going out that night. Knowing that I could have lost our little girl… I regret a lot of things that have to do with this pregnancy.”

“Including getting pregnant in the first place?” Clark asks. Bruce swallows, looking Clark in the eyes. The alpha’s eyes are sympathetic, understanding. “I really wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

Bruce thins his lips, thinking. “Maybe at first I did but now… no, I don’t regret getting pregnant and I don’t regret that she’s yours. I do regret the cheating, the contemplating getting an abortion, especially seeing how Wally is right now…” Clark’s eyes turn softer at the mention of the speedster. “You’re not mad at me?”

Clark takes a deep breath. “Bruce, that was months ago. Before I even knew about the baby. It’s not really justified to get mad at you now. If I had known back then, then yeah, I would have gotten mad but that’s done and over with. There’s no point in getting angry now.” Clark’s smile turns playful. “Unless you are secretly going out and fighting crime still.”

Bruce chuckles. “No, I’m not.”

“Good.” Clark smiles at him, warm and loving. Then his smile slips until it fully disappears. “How is Wally, anyway?”

Bruce shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s doing that great. I can’t tell if he’s just grieving or if he regrets getting the abortion done.” Bruce’s eyes travel to the table, somber. “Plus, he can’t even look at me.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you personally,” Clark mentions. “You know how he hero worshipped us.”

Bruce nods. “Some idols we turned out to be.”

Clark shrugs. “I don’t think we’re too bad.”

Bruce looks up at his future mate. “Clark, we’re both depressed, anxious, cheating bastards. You don’t consider that bad?”

“I consider that being human.” Clark shrugs again. “Or, in my case, as human as I can get.” He sighs. “Give him time, Bruce. He just had to make the toughest decision of his life. He needs time to process it and to move on.”

Bruce sighs as well, agreeing with Clark even though it still hurts to be shunned by Wally right now. “Did he ever tell the League that he was pregnant?”

Clark shakes his head. “Not that I know of. I found out through you and the last I knew, he had told the League that he had to take some time off because of some family issues. I don’t even know if he told Iris.”

“I remember what it was like going through this alone, Clark. He shouldn’t be doing it alone.”

“Well he has Dick, doesn’t he?” Clark asks.

“Wally doesn’t want to see him,” Bruce explains.

“Oh no,” Clark starts. “It’s another us situation, isn’t it?”

“You mean, Wally loves Dick but Dick loves Kori and is trying to fix things with her? Yeah, it’s another us situation.” Bruce shakes his head. “Why did my kid follow in our footsteps?”

Clark smiles sympathetically. “I’m just as lost as you are. The real question is, though, does Dick love Wally and he just doesn’t realize it like me with you?”

“I have no idea, Clark.” Bruce rubs his face in frustration. “I can’t tell if Dick loves both Kori and Wally, or if he just loves Kori. Plus, Dick is convinced Wally doesn’t love him and I’ve tried hinting to him that Wally does and I even told him to talk to Wally, but now Wally is avoiding him.”

“So, basically it’s one big mess.”

Bruce nods in agreement. “It’s one big mess. I don’t miss those days.”

Clark smiles. “We just cleaned up a big mess.”

“We did,” Bruce says, “but we’re working on it. Dick and Wally… they seem to be at a stalemate.”

“If I recall correctly,” Clark takes Bruce’s hand again, this time cupping it with both of his hands, “so did we for a while there. Maybe there’s still some hope for the two.”

“I don’t know Clark,” Bruce says, squeezing Clark’s hands. “I don’t know if their situation will work out like ours did. I don’t know if they can come back from this, even if it is just as friends. Plus, there’s Kori to keep in mind. She’s been really hurt by this whole thing, I’m sure.”

Clark smiles reassuringly at Bruce. “I guess we’re just going to have to wait and find out.”

Bruce sighs, wishing he could do more to help his son and fellow colleague. “Yeah, I guess so.”

A/N: So, this chapter is mostly filler just to get a few things out of the way, like Bruce and Clark talking about Bruce going out as Batman. Sorry it’s so short and nothing really exciting happens in this chapter. I have many other things planned but sometimes the boring things must come first. Thanks for reading!

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