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Brooding Billionaire Bruce "Batman" Wayne- whew, that's a lot of Bs for a man with Double Ds.
Anyway, yes, hi. Another:
Bruce has kids, obviously it's common knowledge—what's not common knowledge is that Bruce is MOMMA. Not Dad, not daddy, not father. MOMMA. He's a single mom who works two three jobs (because motherhood is a full-time job too).
When they're in public, the Wayne kids call him dad, but inside the manor it's "MOOOOMMM!!! JASON TOOK MY SWEATER!" Or "MOTHER! TELL TIMOTHY THAT HE WAS A MISTAKE" and that's because despite being born a man, Bruce Wayne is just so incredibly maternal. There isn't an ounce of toxic masculinity flowing in the man's veins and he's actually so soft, so sweet, so nurturing that he's instantly just a safe space for kids.
When Dick, who comes back to Gotham after a particularly shitty patrol in Blüdhaven and is cornered by paparazzi trying to return back to Wayne Manor in his civvies, the man doesn't even have the capacity to think of a PR-safe response.
Paparazzi: "Richard! You've been gone from Gotham for such a long time, what brought you back?"
Dick, tired as fuck: "My mom said there'd be cookies waiting for me."
Paparazzi, confused: "Are you perhaps talking about Mr. Wayne's former flame, Selina Kyle?"
Dick, looking at the paparazzi like he's some kind of idiot: "No? Bruce is our mom."
With the paparazzi properly stunned, Dick is able to walk away. But when he gets to the manor, the story has already spread.
Damian, arms crossed: "I expected this from Thomas, but not you, Grayson. Tsk tsk."
Duke: "Hey :("
Dick, cuddled up to his momma on the couch: "What happened to Grayson-Wayne?"
Damian, scoffs: "You must earn it back first, Gray. Son."
Bruce, patting Dick's hair like a cat: "Leave your brother alone, chickadee, he's tired."
Dick, without Bruce noticing: sticks his tongue out at Damian.
There's a joke that runs around the Bats' world and it's that Nightwing is Superman and Batman's group project—their son.
Rogues who were smart enough to put together that the angry gremlin of a Robin who would drop kick you, jump off a rooftop to do a double-knee drop on you, and then beat the crap out of you if you said the wrong thing to him, was the same as the new black and blue vigilante who cracks jokes, smiles brighter than the LED lights of the hospital you would most likely find yourself in after an encounter with him.
It's all in the elegant, complicated flips, they'd conclude. There was only ever one vigilante who was as flexible as a plastic ruler—and that was Robin. The first Robin.
It took some time to realize that the Bat was getting new Robins every few years—even the Justice League couldn't figure out where he was getting them (it also took them until the third Robin to realize that there have been different Robins all this time).
Obviously, Bruce wasn't gonna say anything. He let them tease him, joke around and say he was gonna snatch up any traumatized orphan he could find. That was only true with Stephanie and Duke—but even then, they weren't really orphans. He just took them in because he knew they needed his guidance.
What was he supposed to say? That once upon a time when he first came back to Gotham after years of training, he stumbled upon a cute reporter at a gala and had nasty sex in a broom closet that resulted in his pregnancy? Bruce wasn't even able to think properly with how this Clark fellow was kissing him all over, having him pinned by the shoulders against the wall of the broom closet as he kissed happy trails down to his navel.
Bruce had to hold back on his plan of going out as Batman when he first realized he was pregnant. It had only happened once, but goddamn it was more than enough to have him throwing up in the toilet every morning, afternoon, and night. Had him feeling sick and nauseated at every smell in the manor that Alfred had to change laundry detergents into unscented ones.
His unborn baby was so, so restless in his womb. He was stirring, kicking, and fussing that Bruce could hardly sleep at night. Nevermind the fact that he was also so, so heavy. Bruce kept coming back to Leslie, with how big his stomach was, he couldn't believe he was having only one baby. It had to be twins, right? But no, each sonogram was just one, healthy, active little baby. Bruce thinks the other one might just be a little shy and is hiding behind the active one because there's just no way.
Lo and behold, when he gives birth at home it's just one, massive baby tearing him open as he pushes him out. Bruce was honestly so stunned—little baby Richard wasn't so little at all. The boy cried with a vengeance, such strong, healthy lungs. Bruce might've been crying a little too because his baby was just way too cute even though he made Bruce's shoe size increase by three sizes. Granted, his hair and eyelashes have never looked better, and he was practically glowing.
Bruce Wayne had to hide the pregnancy for the first half of it, his first appearance was him doing a maternity shoot and he was so, so pretty. Everybody loved the photos.
I mean sure, people were basically wondering who the father is, but Brucie Wayne would only shrug and say "I don't really know." But he does.
Bruce knows very well that his baby daddy is Big Blue. The Man of Steel. Superman. Obviously Batman wasn't just gonna lie low and "rest". Who do you think he is? He's a man on a mission to save his beloved city. He went down and did his own research on cases, who his rogues were gonna be all the while he's bouncing on a yoga ball, preparing for labour. He was also looking into who Clark Kent was—and all the notes point to him being Metropolis' favourite superhero, Superman.
When Batman and Superman meet for the first time, their leads intertwine and they are forced to work together, he doesn't bring up their baby. Superman doesn't know that he was the man he slept with at the gala all those nights ago. He wasn't gonna risk his and his baby's safety and identity on a potential liability.
When Superman meets Robin for the first time, Batman might've been holding his breath for a very long time. At that point, he and Superman have become friends and Clark Kent has been interviewing Bruce Wayne a lot more.
He kept a straight face, but internally panicked when Superman was lifting up Robin, playing with the kid and asking him if he wanted to fly with him. Superman, who's been listening to Batman's heartbeat and breathing, simply thought that the man was worried for his sidekick.
Eventually, when Clark Kent figures out that Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce confesses that Richard Wayne is his son. This obviously shocks Clark and for a moment, he feels betrayed until rationality kicks in and he understands why Bruce kept it from him. It was no wonder he felt such a strong bond with the kid.
Now at this point, there wasn't anything romantic going on between the two, especially since Clark had just proposed to Lois. They settled on co-parenting Dick and the boy wasn't really all that surprised that Superman was his father. He found the files his mother had of him ages ago. Little detective that he is.
Clark got visitation rights and he did genuinely like being Dick's father, especially since there wasn't much change to their relationship at all.
While that was happening, Bruce had to grapple with the fact that his best friend, Harvey Dent, has become one of his most-prominent villains. It pained him to have to fight the father of his second baby. It happened while Harvey was still lucid and locked up in Arkham after their very first encounter with each other as Batman and Two Face.
Bruce visited him a week after he had placed him there. The guards left to give them privacy, and oh boy was that privacy abused. Harvey had Bruce bent over and pinned down on the table, both were a little too desperate, neither of them knew how long it would be until they could meet and speak again as just Harvey and Bruce.
To be fair, Bruce didn't think he'd get pregnant immediately after. For a man who's always so well-prepared, he wasn't prepared for this one either. When he learned that Clark Kent was Superman, he just thought that his swift pregnancy was due to the fact that Clark probably had strong-as-fuck swimmers—surely the same couldn't be said for Harvey who's just a regular ol' bloke? Right?
Well, the pregnancy test said otherwise. Dick was excited but Alfred was shaking his head slowly saying that Bruce should probably start going on the pill. Bruce didn't really like pills because it messed up with his hormones, but Alfred was probably right. He'll start taking them after the second one is born.
The pregnancy was unlike his first one and it drove Bruce mad with anxiety. Why is his little one so quiet? The baby's hardly doing anything! After having such a turbulent pregnancy with Dick, Bruce didn't know what to do with such a peaceful one. Even when he was in his third trimester, the baby barely kicked or moved around. His belly was quite small too. Bruce was able to go out as Batman during his second trimester, but had Robin and Superman patrol Gotham during his first and third trimester.
By the time Bruce gave birth, Dick was with him in his bedroom, he had Alfred change the sheets into the same ones they had used when he was giving birth to Dick. Clark and Lois visited him a few hours after baby Jason was born and by then they were already Mr. and Mrs. Kent.
A week after Jason's birth, Bruce visited Harvey again in Arkham while Harvey was lucid and Harvey cried at seeing his precious boy for the first time and swore that he'd protect him. This came in handy for Jason when he came back as Red Hood.
It didn't take long for Bruce to go away on a mission, leaving baby Jason with big brother Dick and Alfred. He had just stepped into the plane and he was already missing them so, so much. Superman took over Gotham patrol and Robin would occasionally join him, but behind Bruce's back because mommy didn't want him patrolling while he himself was out of the city.
Obviously, Bruce's activities didn't go unnoticed by a certain psychopath. Mister I-Don't-Care-What-You-Do-With-Your-Life. Spoiler, Minkhoa Khan cared very, very much about what Bruce Wayne has been doing. He was keeping track of his former fling just as much as Bruce was keeping track of him. Bruce didn't even flinch when he woke up and saw the Ghostmaker standing at the foot of his bed in the hotel he was staying in.
"Bruce." "Kho."
For the whole month, Ghostmaker was all up in Batman's face, interrupting his investigations, meddling in business that wasn't even his nor did it have anything to do with his own case. When Bruce was finished with his mission, he didn't ask any questions when Minkhoa was following close behind him with a plane ticket in hand but no baggage to carry.
They ended up sitting next to each other on the flight back to Gotham. Gotham isn't really a popular place for tourists to visit, anyone on the plane is most probably some businessman from Gotham begrudgingly going home to their crime-filled city. They are also probably sitting in business class or first class while Bruce and Khoa had rows and rows of seats in economy all to themselves... Yeah, you know where this is going.
The moment those seatbelt lights turned off, Bruce and Khoa were all over each other again (as if they hadn't been feeling each other up all month). Bruce had his hand wrapped around Khoa's cock, stroking him to life until he got off his own seat and was riding the man like his life depended on it. If there were any passengers sitting in economy with them, Bruce could probably count them in one hand. Most were asleep anyway and the one person he made eye contact with knew to keep their head down. Bruce wasn't concerned at all, he and Khoa had their disguises.
Minkhoa was whispering something to him, face buried in the crook of his neck as he inhaled Bruce's scent like an addict, mumbling about his kids, something about how he let so many men (there were only two) get him pregnant. It was pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Khoa ended up going to Gotham with Bruce and Alfred was less than disappointed. Dick didn't like the newcomer, he's always wanted his mommy to be with Superman, so any new person in Bruce's life was immediately Dick's rival.
Alfred wasn't sure if he wanted to be annoyed at Khoa, at Bruce, or at Leslie because the pills she gave Bruce seemed ultimately ineffective considering that after weeks later, Bruce is pregnant again. Jason's only a few months old!
Unlike Clark and Harvey though, Minkhoa stuck around to help with the pregnancy. He felt proud of himself when they learned it was going to be a girl. Bruce was excited to have a baby girl too. Bruce let Ghostmaker patrol Gotham while Bruce stayed at home with Dick and Jason, both boys were already fighting for mommy's attention.
Like his pregnancy with Jason, Bruce's baby girl gave him no sweat. She was so well-behaved and calm inside Bruce that he did nothing beside sleep and eat all day. Minkhoa had gotten a little protective so he wouldn't even let Bruce into the cave. That was the only thing Alfred liked about Khoa.
When baby Cass was born, she didn't even cry, unlike Dick and Jason. She was breathing steadily and was healthy. Khoa was slightly annoyed that baby Cassandra looked like the carbon copy of Bruce.
Actually, all of Bruce's kids looked like him.
This continued to be true many years later when Dick became Nightwing and was stationed in Blüdhaven, Jason was a teenager who took on the Robin mantle, and Cass was practicing her ballet. Khoa left Bruce again shortly after Cass' birth, perhaps the reality of their situation jostled them both. It was also Bruce's first time experiencing post-partum depression and for a year he felt so, so bad that he wasn't able to love on Cass as much as he did with Jason and Dick when she was a baby. He managed to make up for it though.
In any case, two pregnancies in less than a year took a huge toll on Bruce's body—after all, it takes at least 3 years before the body fully heals from childbirth. Alfred thought he was done, that that's the end of it. Three, perfect, and healthy Wayne children. Bruce must've been satisfied now, right?
After all, he switched to a more effective IUD instead of birth control pills and hasn't been going around sleeping with everybody he found attractive.
The Justice League was formed years ago and by then, everyone already knew of each other's identities. They had become a family of their own, so to speak. Then again, Bruce already knew everyone's identities long before they decided to reveal it to each other, but the notion that his childhood friend, Oliver Queen, was Green Arrow shocked him. He never thought Ollie would mature—after all, that was the reason for their falling out before Bruce left to go train as Batman.
But now that they've rekindled their friendship, Bruce and Oliver were back to the same comfort of their friendship, only I guess... Bruce was more open to Oliver's idea of fun.
Oliver and Dinah had invited Bruce out to dinner, to join them on their anniversary. Bruce didn't expect it to be invited to a threesome, but he thought about it and decided why not? It's been awhile since he's had sex anyway. The years between his last baby and now was huge and he spent most of it beya devoted mother and protector of Gotham.
Bruce still hasn't lost his flexibility after all these years, and doing it with Ollie and Dinah was invigorating, like it brought him back to life, to his youth. With his hands firmly on Dinah's hips, nose pressed against her crotch and tongue plunged deep inside her while Oliver was behind him, thrusting and singing Bruce's praises. It was like a duet in his ears, both Dinah and Oliver reaching their peaks as they both finished inside him one way or another.
The IUD must've fallen out somehow because Bruce was sitting on the toilet, looking at the pregnancy test with an empty look on his face. He wondered if he should tell Oliver and Dinah, but they're already married and he had just assured them both that there wouldn't be any risks of him getting pregnant. "I could just say it's someone else's...." Bruce prayed that like all his other children, this one would look just like him as well.
When Batman attended the next JL meeting, Superman was looking at him with an all-too familiar gaze, as if to say "again?" as if he wasn't the one who started it all. Superman probably heard the baby's heartbeat along with his own. As Bruce's new best friend (because his first one got consumed by his evil half and is barely lucid nowadays), Clark had been by Bruce's side throughout all of it.
Clark was pretty pissed at Khoa when he got Bruce pregnant far too early, when his body hadn't fully recovered yet. He was there when Bruce was going through the worst of his PPD, Clark was almost tempted to hunt down Minhkhoa if it weren't for Bruce getting mad and telling him not to.
Clark could only hope Bruce doesn't go through that again with the fourth one. He tried asking who the baby daddy was, knowing Bruce's affinity for unavailable people, he wouldn't be wrong to think that Bruce would be facing this alone again. Despite his and Lois' lack of children, Bruce's small brood became their own, so it wasn't to say that their marriage was empty at all.
Though it did make Lois somewhat jealous that Bruce was able to have so many kids despite not planning to while she and Clark were desperately trying for at least one.
In any case, Bruce has never had a pregnancy where he was always so, so hungry. Sure, he was a bit unstable with Dick and when he was a baby Dick was drinking his milk like he was gonna run out, but he's never had a baby be so viscerally greedy for food before. Bruce gained extra pounds during his fourth pregnancy that he had to make up for by exercising. But after exercising he would be hungry again and would crave for something so outrageous, Alfred was sure he was about to aid Bruce into a heart attack if the diabetes doesn't get to him first.
Eventually, war is over and Bruce gives birth.... A little too early. Having only cooked in his womb for 8 months, baby Tim came out small and barely crying, hiccuping and wriggling that he had to be kept in an incubator for a few weeks.
Dick came home to find a new baby in the manor and at this point he was tired of having so many siblings. Don't get him wrong, he loves Jason and Cass but by god they annoy him to death.
Oliver doesn't find out that the baby is his.
Skip to a few more years later, Jason died and was brought back to life via Lazarus Pit, Cass is now Black Bat, and lil Timmy is Robin. Bruce was scared for his life when they learned Timothy had a womb too. It wasn't enough that he looked like Martha as well, but now he has what Bruce has too? Bruce prays that Tim doesn't end up like him, but he could feel himself get paler every time his son brings home a new girlfriend or boyfriend every few months since becoming a teenager.
Stephanie was a nice girl, Bruce liked her but be could see that the relationship wasn't gonna last—if Tim's flaky personality and Stephanie's eyes wandering towards Cass was any indication at all. Bruce saw it from a mile away when Steph broke up with Tim and months later ended up with Cass.
What Bruce didn't see was Tim going after a new blondie—Bernard Dowd. He always thought Tim was gonna end up with Kon, Clark's clone/son. Just the way they looked at each other was enough to drive anyone mad and just yell at them to get together already like some cheesy telenovela.
But alas, this Bernard kid seems nice, too. He and Tim are far too similar. He prays that Tim doesn't become a teen mom just yet, and he prays just a little bit harder every time he sees Bernard early in the mornings cooking breakfast for him and Tim.
By now Bruce has four kids and two wards. That's six. That's enough. Alfred and Dick are praying that that's enough.
.....goddamit.
When Alfred opens the door to the manor and sees a child with teal eyes, blue and green fighting for dominance, he sighs and calls for Bruce.
Bruce was staring dumbfounded at the kid who looked like him but at the same time not.
"YOU CAN GET PEOPLE PREGNANT TOO?!" Dick was screaming all the while the kid in question is sitting perfectly, back straight and everything while drinking tea.
Up until this point, nobody knew Bruce was a double threat. They thought that his other.... Reproductive part... Was useless given that all that's happened is him giving birth to them.
Damian's composure is easily lost when he learns that his father... Is also a mother. To all four of his older siblings. Bruce feels bad, Damian must feel so left out? He's been raised in the League of Assassins for his whole life, not knowing that his family is much larger—and he could see it too.
When Tim is retired from Robin and becomes Red Robin, Damian takes in the mantle and it allows Bruce and Damian to connect, being Robin can help him form a connection with the rest of his siblings, biological or not. The Robin mantle was passed down to him and Bruce could tell it helped his son find his footing in the family.
After realizing how jarring it must be to not know anything about your family, Bruce gives in and finally gives Oliver a call. A call which lasted about 7 hours.
It's admittedly exciting and akin to engineering trials, to have his powers tested to some hypothesis or another, especially since Hal's lantern power is such an outlier.
And it means that Hal can solo his darling husband, pookie bear, hunny bunch Bruce Batman Wayne, as they explore the........ creativity of the Green Lantern powers.
"Your powers are linked to your willpower. I want to see if your will controls your lantern powers or is it vice versa, by making you resist your own will."
Bruce was currently rattling on, one hand on Hal's thigh and keeping him on the cot.
His lips were plump with water and stolen kisses that Hal had been indulging in throughout the several test runs.
Hal can't look away. Hal doesn't want to look away.
"Of course, it's established that there is a tendency for your lantern powers to manifest subconsciously, even before you can be conscious of your desires and what you want to will to existence. That's more instinct than anything. We do, however, need to see if it's consistent. We only ever see it in action, under circumstances that cannot be studied under."
There's a tiny beauty mark in the corner of Bruce's left eye, and it draws attention to the way that his left eye had a speckle of gold around the iris that his right doesn't.
Hal wants to kiss it.
He really wants to kiss it.
Yes, he's already kissed Bruce's lips, eyes, and cheek for the last two hours, but what's one more? And it's not like Bruce would stop him! He's his husband! He's at least 98% sure that their marriage contract includes an unlimited kisses clause.
So Hal leaned in to do exactly that...
...only to have a clipboard stop his mouth from reaching his husband.
"You seem to be very interested in kissing me," Bruce noted out loud, his voice colored with enough apathy to appear professional.
Hal blinked, "Obviously. Why else would I be leaning it, Spooky?"
Bruce nodded, took a notably large step backwards, and went back to writing on his clipboard.
"Could you try resisting the will to kiss me?" And let's see if that makes your will-reliant powers react to that."
What.
"What?"
Bruce was already walking away, humming like he's satisfied by that confused response, already putting his cowl back on and writing away on his clipboard.
Meanwhile, Hal sat there with his dumbass on the cot, processing slowly the request.
"Wait, for how long?! And does it mean ALL kisses are off the table? Does this mean YOU can't initiate kisses either? Bruce? BRUCE!"
Damian: yeah i like to take videos of animals i see in the wild. i don't see as much in Gotham as i did back in the league, but there's some cool squirrels around sometimes.
Tim: oh you have videos of squirrels? show me, i like squirrels.
Dick: yeah let us see!
Damian: *gets out phone, brings up video*
Tim and Dick: *watching over Damian's shoulder*
*distant screams of pain in the back of the video*
Tim:
Tim: dude where the fuck was this?
Damian, absently: this one? i think this was outside Titan's Tower.
Tim:
Dick:
*more screams, crashes and bangs*
Dick, casually: hey those screams kinda sound like Tim.
Tim:
Tim: iS THIS FROM WHEN JASON TRIED TO KILL ME?!?
Damian: hm? oh, yeah, probably.
Tim: YOU WERE THERE???
Damian: not IN the tower; Jason cracked the window of his car and left me to wait outside with a Kindle.
Tim:
Dick:
Damian: i was reading 'Crime and Punishment'.
Tim: WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU THERE?!
Damian: i dunno, he just told me he had to run a few errands before he could drop me off at my father's. i didn't know one of the errands was beating up you.
Dick: and you heard the screams and just didn't check or worry?
Damian: did you see how fat that squirrel was? i was distracted.
Tim: oh my god-
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Reminder: This crossover is during part 4 where little Cass hasn't learned how to communicate by sign language before. Nor Bruce knew the truth behind Cass and Tim at Drakes.
Cass and Barbara watch in the distance where Cass gets Bruce's attention by tugging the hem of his shirt. They realized she hasn't learned how to use sign language except that she can write. However, she's having trouble with vocabulary and grammar from what Jason said.
Barbara: "Huh... She is still the same as you Cass. Like before."
Cass nodded: "But... how did they meet each other so early? Wouldn't she be with..."
She trailed off. Barbara knew what she meant and rest her hand on Cass's shoulder.
Barbara: "You can try asking her."
. . .
After that, they finally get their time alone. Cass smiled at her and decided to communicate in sign language as the first step while speaking too. Although she can be confused, this is the only way to teach her.
Cass sign while talking: "Hello. It's nice to meet you."
Cass confused. She subtly fiddles her little dress before she waves hello. She picked up her notepad and pencil that Damian gave her.
Cass patiently watches her write down while struggling to think a word but she manages to finish it.
Cass: 'Did you just sign language?'
Cass chuckled: "Yeah, I did."
Cass watched her hands move then wrote another: 'But you can talk.'
Cass keeps moving her hands to show her what it looks like while talking: "But it doesn't mean I can stop. I was a mute once...like you. Sometimes I would rather not talk and decide to sign instead."
Cass nodded and glanced at her family then at her to imply that gave 'do they understand you?' look.
Cass: "Yes, they do understand me. And I can teach you how if you want."
Cass eyes light up. She reads her body that says about her excitement and eagerness to learn. Looking at her, maybe she can ask about the main problem later. Just not now.
Bruce watched their interaction in the distance and found it endearing (he almost cried). He is so glad someone is there to help her, giving her a chance to communicate.
Cass noticed him and smiled. He mouthed 'thank you' to her in return.
(This will be in for part 4. Thank you for reading!☺️)
Credit to @ultraviolettefan for Bruce Wayne: Wash-Up Celebrity AU.
pregnant bruce laying in his nest while his pup lays their head on his stomach. and his pup gasps when they get a kick to the head from their unborn sibling. his pup getting up and growling at the baby in their mama’s tummy while saying “stop kicking me!!!!!” bruce feeling the baby begin to wiggle and kick some more like they’re arguing back.
bruce having to scold both of them bc they start fighting somehow hehehehe.
There was nothing in the world more comforting than spending long, languid hours in the afternoon, resting with his precious pup. Bruce lay reclined comfortably in their thick, plush nest, one hand resting protectively over his swollen belly. The loose cotton shirt he wore had ridden up, exposing the skin of his abdomen as his baby, Dick, curled up beside him. The pup’s head rested against Bruce’s stomach, his cheek pressed right above his navel. The room filled quickly with the sweet, milky scent of a content pup.
Throughout the pregnancy, Dick had been unusually attached to his side. While typically, he was far more of a daddy’s boy, he was now endlessly seeking skin-to-skin contact with his mama or latching onto him with fearsome determination.
Bruce wasn’t sure what caused this fierce desire to be close. Jealously, perhaps? Or protectiveness? Either way, he would never complain about spending more time with his precious baby.
“Comfortable, little one?” Bruce murmured, his voice low in the quiet room. He ran his fingers through Dick’s messy curls, marvelling at their softness.
The pup nodded sleepily, nuzzling closer. “Mama’s tummy is warm,” He murmured, letting out a sleepy little yawn that had Bruce purring, simply from how precious it was. He smiled softly, enjoying this rare moment of peace in their little household.
That peace was disturbed all too soon.
All of a sudden, Dick’s eyes flew open. He jerked back with a surprised little yelp, rubbing the side of his face. “Mama!” He explained in shock, eyes widening. “The puppy kicked me!”
Bruce chuckled, gently guiding Dick to rest against him again. “Your little brother’s quite active today, isn’t he?” He mused, chuckling softly. “He’ll settle down, sweetheart, don’t worry. He’s only saying hello to you.”
But in response, another strong kick followed, right against where Dick was resting his cheek. The pup pulled back, his expression shifting from surprise to annoyance as he glared at Bruce’s stomach, his brow furrowing.
Bruce couldn’t help but think that his expression perfectly matched that of Clark’s when he, too, was angry. He’d seen the Kryptonian make that face at Lex Luthor one too many times.
“Stop kickin’ me!” Dick demanded, planting his hands on his hips in a gesture he’d very clearly learned from watching Bruce do it one too many times. “You’re not supposed to hit! That’s naughty!”
Bruce watched with amusement as his unborn child seemed to respond to the challenge, his stomach rolling with each small hit against it. But, while he thought it was cute, Dick was very upset. The pup let out a huff. “No!” He declared, placing both hands on either side of Bruce’s stomach and leaning down, until his nose nearly touched it. “I’m gonna count to three! N’ if you don’t stop kicking, you’ll be in big trouble!”
Bruce covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing. That was all Alfred right there, undoubtedly.
The pup kicked again. Right where Dick’s nose was.
“That’s it!” The pup growled, looking up at his mama with his lips in a pout, resorting to the most serious punishment he could think of: telling mama. “He’s being mean to me!”
Fighting back his laughter, Bruce reached forward to place one hand on Dick’s head and the other on his stomach, rubbing in a slow, calming circle. “Alright, both of you.” He said, in his most authoritative voice. “Dick, lie back down beside me and leave your brother alone,” He mused. “And you,” He said, patting his stomach. “Settle down in there, or your father will be hearing about this.”
It felt odd to be disciplining a pup that wasn’t born yet. But to settle the little one beside him, he was willing to play along.
Dick, seemingly satisfied by the pup being scolded, wiggled back into place beside his mama, shifting upwards, however, to lay his head against his chest instead, where there was much less chance of being attacked.
Bruce smiled, wrapping an arm around his baby and pulling him close. He simply couldn’t wait to tell Clark about this.
Warning: OOC/Most likely fanon interaction with canon but I only know little about canon because I never had a comic before. Just media.
Bruce stared at Alfred, he didn't look any different. Should he be worried?
Wait a minute...
He quickly composed himself, straightened his shirt and gripped his cane to stand straight. He cleared his throat. Realize that his blind anger has control him. Bruce can't believe he did that in front of his kids. He's afraid that they will mirror his behaviour. Almost like typical rude socialites treat their servants. Nope! No.
That would be bad parenting.
He may not be smart but he is not stupid. Somehow they could be in another universe and he can't assume this is his Alfred after all. That is on him for being rude to the butler.
Bruce waved dismissively Alfred's offer to help with a apologetic smile.
Bruce chuckled: "-Ahem- haha no, thank you. We're good but uh...I'm sorry, where are we?"
The kids look up in confusion by the rapid change of personality.
Duke, raise brow in question: "In the cave?"
Bruce: "Yes I do know that but— (look around) Is that a f— (glance at his kids) is that a dinosaur??"
Bruce asked, carefully not to use inappropriate words in front of his kids. He points the giant dino statue in question. Including other giant stuff he sees.
Bruce takes his chances to answer: "Yes, it is... And you are in the Batcave."
Bruce took one look at unmask Bruce's bat outfit and gave incredulous look: "Why are you dressed as a bat? What is wrong with you?"
"Kkh- Pft—"
Bruce deadpanned as he heard snorts and giggles behind him. Jason burst in laughter, holding something nearby for dear life. Tim felt like he got hit by a joker gas (again).
Dick turns his face away to cover up his grin while Stephanie just gives an approval applause to Bruce. Duke and Cassandra contained their laugh.
Damian didn't join in but part of him did. He can't help but feel red in embarrassment because he used to wish to wear the cowl before. Alfred just gives a huff of amused.
Barbara sips her tea as she watches it in video-recorded camera. Oh-ho-ho.. he will never hear the end of this.
The kids behind Bruce join in, snickered. Dick took a mental note 'no furry suit' in the future.
Bruce sighed and answered anyways: "To scare the criminals. Now moving on... I'm gonna be straight for this. (Me: no you're not) Have you ever travel anywhere? What did you do during that?"
Bruce stiffened. This isn't for the kids to hear. His smile tightened. Bruce noticed that including Cass.
Bruce: "Would you lead us to the manor? It's quite uncomfortable to discuss."
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As soon as they got out of the cave. The kids joined with Alfred and the others while Bruce stayed behind to talk to him. Bruce blinked, looked at the grandfather clock.
Bruce: "Oh. I didn't know you would use this passage. That's... Huh."
Bruce closes the grandfather clock and changes the time: "Well, it is very convenient because it is the perfect hiding spot."
Bruce watches him change the clock's hands: "So you use a code to get in. May I know what code you choose?"
Bruce stayed silent as he stared at the clock. He sighed heavily.
Bruce: "The time of our parents' death."
He said in sorrow before turning to him. Bruce hitched then composed himself and nodded slowly.
Bruce: "I see..."
Bruce: "Let's go somewhere private. I'll have Alfred send in the refreshment."
Bruce raised a knowing brow: "And the kids shall be in the play room."
Both of them laughed as they knew when they needed a break from children. However, they knew it wouldn't last long.
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In the living room.
(I gave up on researching the Wayne Manor floor plan...)
Both of Bruce-s barely get to sip their drinks before the door burst open. Bruce's cane fell from how hard the door slammed to the wall. They both subtly winced, hopefully there's no dent on the wall but they have no time to recover it.
Jason jumps to hug Bruce's waist: "Mama! Dick doesn't want to share a controller with me!"
Dick following behind him: "You will get your turn when I'm finished with it! Plus there's multiple other controllers- why do you want this??"
Jason: "Because the design is cool."
Duke, who is behind them, held other game controllers for Jason to play but froze because it was his custom-made (using acrylics markers he borrowed from Damian's) game controller they were fighting for.
Duke: "Really?"
Bruce looked at Bruce and awkwardly chuckled: "Hehe.. Hold on."
Bruce nodded and waved dismissively: "Please, be my guest."
Bruce sighs through his nose: "Jason. You can wait your turn when Dick is done playing. There's no need to fight. Dick, are you willing to give him after you're done?"
Dick nodded. Jason felt embarrassed as he buried his face on his Mama'a chest.
Bruce brush Jason's hair: "Now go apologize to your brother and go play with the others. Mama wants talk to... Bruce (well that is weird), okay?"
Jason slowly let go and nodded: "Okay..."
Bruce gave him a kiss on the forehead to make him feel nothing to worry about. Jason went to Dick and apologized. Then Dick forgave him with a smile as they headed to the playroom. Duke gave an apologetic look before closing the door to accompany them.
Bruce turned to him, who stared at the door with a distant look.
Bruce glanced at the door then Bruce: "What's wrong?"
Bruce: "Huh? Oh uh- does your kids always..."
Bruce: "Oh haha. Sorry, they are very well-behaved. It's a little unsettling to...you know"
Bruce vaguely wave around to imply about dimension cross thingy and Bruce immediately understand.
Bruce: "First time?"
Bruce: "Honestly, yes. You?"
Bruce: "Well can't say the same thing."
They both laughed. They sighed, it looks like their conversation has warm-up.
Time to get to the point.
Bruce started first in question: "We both know this would be a sensitive topic but I need to know what's going on in yours."
Bruce: "What are you gonna do when you know-"
Bruce: "Your earth? Might document it. Likely archived it."
Bruce stared at him. He thinks about his past experience. Wondering where to start. Is their life between him and Bruce different? Heh...
Bruce smiled: "Well, if it's to answer your question and the fact you're in a 'bat' suit before..."
Bruce blinked. He continued to speak.
Bruce: "From what I can tell our lives, one way or another, have started out the same (the death of our parents & children adoptions) but took....very different turns."
He doesn't wanna talk about his past addictions. However, Bruce noticed that because he also used to struggle with severe, wild grief after his parents died. He did develop an obsession with physical fighting. He spent his youth traveling the world to study martial arts and fighting street criminals to process his intense rage and pain.
But something in him said otherwise.
Bruce can try to ask what he meant, maybe try to probe but he remains silent, uncomfortable talk about it.
Signalling to Bruce that that's all the information he will gain out of him.
He subtly looks at his half-revealed wrist from the cuff that slid almost slightly. His skin has faint marks of scars injection and scabs.
Ah...
Bruce took one look then steered the conversation: "It seems you had Damian young."
He can see that this Bruce is still pretty young. Bruce will raise a brow and nod.
Bruce: "You met Talia earlier than I did."
Bruce looked up at him: "I... Did."
Bruce: "And you're....able to raise him? On your own?"
Bruce studied him while Bruce's intelligence comes from information available to him and pattern recognition, Bruce is more instinctual. So he notices the bit of sadness and longing in Bruce and felt bad.
Bruce: "You probably already know this, but... I learned that Talia was part of some... League? It didn't sit right with me so I..."
Bruce looks away, kind of ashamed but not really: "took Damian. And we left. And now we're here. I promised my boy, I'd give him a normal life. That's what I'm doing."
Bruce felt a pang in his chest that Bruce got to spend time with Damian, not after ten years in secret but as baby Damian that he openly loved and raised him at such a young age...
There's this little part of him thinking: 'Damn, I would have done the same thing if Talia didn't drug me and left then told me I had a son after ten years.'—
Bruce gave a smile: "Good for you."
Bruce returned a smile too. They finally have the ease to have a conversation about how they both are doing with a little life comparison and their children.
Speaking of children.
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In the playroom. (Again. Gave up the research floor plan.)
Dick: "Jay! Come on, they're about to catch up!"
Jason aggressively tapping the buttons: "I'm trying!!"
Jason finally got the controller (Duke's controller) he wanted while Dick cheered him up to beat Duke and Jason. They took turns for 1v1.
Jason: "Hah! Nice try kid. Aaand BOOOM!"
Duke hype up: "Yo! Yo! YOOOOOOO!!!! You get the lead bro!"
Jason and Dick groans, slump in defeat. Then they decided to team up with a 2v2 player for the next round.
Dick watched them playing Mario Kart while eating cookies that Alfred made for them all.
Damian didn't give any interest in them playing games so he focused on drawing which is exceptional (still child skills) despite his age and Damian joins him and proudly guides his art skills. Stephanie tried to keep up and failed miserably as she threw another piece of paper in the pile of trash.
Cassandra and Tim decided to talk to their tiny version of Cass and Tim with Barbara who happened to join physically without using security cameras because why not.
Alfred sat beside Dick with his earl grey tea to ensure the kids are having fun. The corner of his mouth tilts slightly.
Damian showed Damian the art of his muse: "What do you think?"
Damian stared, raised brow: "Is that fa— I mean, your mother?"
Damian grin proudly: "Yeah!!"
Stephanie took a peak and was astonished by his good-looking art despite his age.
Stephanie decided to praise him: "Wow Dammy! That portrait looks good. You draw your mama so beautiful."
He giggled. Damian distantly stared at his other version of him and thought deeply.
Is that what he will become if he hasn't been in the League since birth...? Instead of having expectations and burdened by the weight on his shoulder to become what he supposed to be by his grandfather vision. To think that Damian can smile without a care in the world makes him feel...annoyed? What?? No.
Okay no. Sure, he INTERNALLY admitted he felt the envy and jealousy from the life Damian had including others. But he can't resent them for something he can't have. And at least Damian got something he already has.
A loving family who accept him despite his 'I am the blood son' and all the things he did ever since he arrived in Gotham.
Yeah... He got a bit humbled and more matured for that but he is still the blood son. He grew out of the bat mantle thing when he started to seek his own path. Thankfully, his father supports that.
Watching little Damian laugh and smile naively without fearing the world will hurt him makes him smile with warmth expression.
(Damian...you're not gonna be happy when you find out later.)
Steph noticed and nudged his shoulder with a teasing smile. He stopped immediately and huffed in annoyance. Steph just chuckled and planned on telling others later.
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Back to the living room with two Bruce.
Bruce: "May I know who will send us back? And when?"
Bruce: "Zatanna will be here soon. She's a sorceress and one of our trusted allies."
Bruce: "Oh. I see."
. . .
Bruce blinked: "What do you mean 'one of our trust allies' ?"
Damian watches Damian who clings to Bruce's chest.
Damian: "So... You met mother earlier during your trip."
Bruce gently bouncing clingy velcro Damian in his arms: "Yes, I did. From what your father explains to me."
Damian: *yawn*
Damian nodded then tried to ask him without making it 'personal': "Has she ever done something to you or you guys were just...?"
Damian's hands wave vaguely: *Make two index fingers 'get together naturally' gesture.*
Bruce blinked before he realized what he meant: "Excuse me?"
Dick: *spits his drink*
Bruce cleared his throat and subtly glared at his SON. Alfred shook his head.
Jason wheeze: "Holy sh— HAHAHAHA!"
Damian raise brow: "Oh so then. Get toget— mmp—"
Bruce slapped his mouth shut: "That's enough for today. Room. Now."
Duke: "I can't believe he said that."
Steph scoff: "I hear worse and you guys don't believe me!"
Jason: "What does he mean by that?"
Dick casually shrugs: "I dunno."
Tim: 👀
Cass: 👀
Tim: 👀 *silently record it*
Cass: 👀
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Damian finally gets some alone time with Babian: "Why do you call him Mama?"
Damian: "Because he is?"
Damian: "Kuhk—" *Crucially stabbed in the heart when he realized he wouldn't need to train as an assassin at a young age since baby days (spoiler: he still goes to LOA at a young age. Just not...living there since baby. Poor Bruce). Moreover, he would not have to be emotionally suppressed and socially awkward (which he wouldn't admit) to those around him and get to be loved by his one and only father if father is also not emotionally suppressed.*
Damian tilts his head: "??"
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Tim: [on laptop] you guys, you won't believe what I found
Steph: [pokes her head around the corner] oooh what is it?
Tim: you know how Nightwing was named handsomest/sexist vigilante of the year
Dick: I live to impress
Jason: blegh
Tim: right... Anyways there's another poll. For handsomest/sexist vigilante, silver fox edition
Duke: please tell me it's what I think it is
Tim: yes. Batman won. By a HIGH margin
Steph: [snort] How. He most is face is covered behind that cowl
Tim: [Scrolls down] I don't know but there are comments under the results oh...oh. yeah I don't think you want to know
Duke: okay you can't just do that and not say anything
Dick: yeah show us. What did you see?
Tim: really guys you don't want to see-
Jason: [takes laptop and places it on his lap] Got it
Everyone: [looking over Jason's shoulder]
Tim: really guys nobody needs to read that. Oh god the comments. Horrible, I need to bleach my eyes
Jason: Eh can't be that bad- oh
Dick: [covers Damian's eyes] How is that public? There are children online!
Cass: Dad can not find out about this
Damian: unhand me Grayson, I am not a child
Jason: I think I want to die again
Steph: [leans over to read] "I get that he's supposed to be all mysterious and scary but I know if I could just peg him I'll have him-"
Tim: Steph stop it. Oh god. My ears
Jason: that's not even the worst one. That's actually pretty tame compared to... [Covers screen] nope absolutely no
Steph: oooh what does it say?
Jason: not anything safe for anyone below 21 that's what it says
Duke: you can't be serious
Dick: Is it really that bad?
Jason: [lifts up laptop to let Dick read]
Dick: ...
Dick: [deadpanned] I should have been on that trapeze with my parents
Jason: [snorts] yeah and I should have stayed dead. Wouldn't have to read this shit
Dick: [holding back laughter of shock] I don't- it's just so explicit- I don't even think that's possible. Like limps and flexibility considered i- what the fuck man
Cass: now I'm more curious
Jason: nope. Trust me. I'm saving you all from trauma
Tim: i think it's a little too late for that
Jason: it's still a nope
Steph: Found it! [Waves her phone at the others]
Duke: Read it for the class
Steph: [clear throats]
Bruce: what is going on here?
Everyone: Nothing!
Bruce: what's that in your hand-
Steph: *throws phone across the room*
Bruce: ...
Bruce: [sighs] you know what? I don't even wanna know. Just get to dinner everyone. Alfred's waiting
Dick: Trust me on this. You don't wanna know. Steph, don't tell him. You (point Jason) shouldn't have showed me but you did and now I'm telling you (Damian), you don't wanna know.
jaybin copying everything his dad does and thinking he's being so subtle about it!!
bruce wears quarter zips and collared shirts? jason is begging alfred to take him shopping and buys the exact same outfits but tinier. bruce has to literally bite his lip to keep from laughing whenever jason comes downstairs for breakfast looking like a mini bruce in his cute little outfits, so dead serious about it. it doesn't help that jason also brings his magazines to the dining table so that it looks like he's scrolling through a newspaper in the same way bruce is a seat away. (the image of his too-small son, who still sits on a cushion to boost his height, dressed in such a formal outfit while reading a teen magazine with a straight face makes him want to fall to the ground and clutch his heart a little.)
bruce almost breaks when he says no thank you to alfred, who offers syrup for his french toast, and then two seconds later, jason-- his syrup loving sweetheart (seriously, it's a little concerning)-- chirps a very serious "no thank you, alfred" when the syrup is offered to him next. he ends up having to pour himself some when jason doesn't stop yearningly glancing at the bottle just so his little boy can enjoy his regularly-scheduled syrup-drenched french toast rather than suffering through the dry version to be like his dad
Had this thought of Bruce hating the taste of alcohol so that's why he tries to host as many of his wild bashes at the Manor or on WE property so Alfred can serve him non-alcoholic shots and mocktails without it being caught. He had to once throw away a really nice n/a mojito because Ollie pointed out it had no booze and he had to drink a real one, it ruined his night completely. And it's not just civilian parties or get togethers, even at JL events, Bruce has to pretend to drink because he thinks they will make fun of him. Clark finds out and immediately comes up with the plan that if they're at the same parties, he will down the shot for Bruce when nobody is looking and put the glass back in his hand before anybody notices. However, somebody notices, Barry, and he of course blabs and the JL is putting the pieces together at the next event, Bruce going tee-total, Clark stood nearby and... watching Bruce intently? Obviously, there can only be one explanation.
8yo Dick Grayson, skipping along next to Bruce: I'm so happy, B
Bruce, thinking it's because he let Dick stay up late to go to the JL party: That's great, chum.
My hybrid!Bruce fic is finally complete! I did cut some extra smut I had planned because it just didn't fit like I wanted it to, but maybe I'll revise one day and include it.
I know the wait on this one was way longer than it was supposed to be, but I kinda stopped knowing what to write towards the end and ended up working on some different fics.
Anyway it's Slow Down(You're Doing Fine) on AO3 by Stygian_Star
Or you can follow this link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85109836
It's a SuperBat, Sex pollen fic, featuring engaged Clark and Bruce. It also features alien biology and hybrid biology, with implied intersex Bruce! It's about 6.5k words!
It will eventually be part of a bigger series, but when is to be determined.
I hope anyone who chooses to read enjoys and constructive criticism is more than welcomed!
Summary:
Bruce has been overworking himself, Clark doesn't get an opportunity to confront him before their rouges start causing trouble. He might have to thank Poison Ivy later for forcing the man to finally give into his needs, even if it wasn't her intention.
Or tldr;
Batman gets hit with sex pollen meant for Superman, which also triggers a delayed heat and forces him to finally relax.
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I'm basic asf i would want a lemonade or an icea tea and some waffles
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I'll take anything that isn't chocolate or coffee ^^ I'm more of a tea kind of gal? But I also wouldn't mind biscoff frappes iykwm 🥰 I'm craving spicy noodles rn so maybe that for food? Fuhhhh spicy ramen would be SO good rn 😩
