#drunk batman

”Oh Alfred,” Clark said as he noticed the butler gently releasing air from the balloons lining the stairway gently so as to not make a sound.

“Ah Mr. Kent. I hope Master Richard went to sleep well,” Alfred said.

”Yes…about that…where is Bruce?” Clark asked.

Alfred sighed and nodded toward the garden. Though the sun had already set, Bruce was still out there cleaning up. The area for the parents had poles with hanging string lights and white standing tables.

Bruce was smiling and laughing with the caterer, his body illuminated in soft light. In a different context, Clark would have found the supposed alpha completely enchanting like this. The charismatic smile that convinced Clark to go against his morals and be with the billionaire in the first place. And yet, almost 10 years later and Bruce has not once smiled at him like that again.

“Bruce,” Clark spoke. Bruce tensed, and thanked the caterer before turning around to greet his guest.

”I hope Dick didn't give you any trouble,” Bruce said with a tight smile. He gestured for Clark to follow him away from the prying eyes of the people who helped put on the birthday.

Once they were alone in the shadow of a large tree and illuminated only by the light of the moon, Clark opened his mouth to speak…but nothing came out. Complaining to Bruce once again about this elaborate facade would only lead to them arguing again. And how was he to explain that his son wants them to get married?

“That was a great party. I could see you put a lot of attention into it,” Clark said. He glanced up at the full moon and sighed.

In moments like this, Clark remembered just how far away he was from his home. Not unlike Dick, Clark had his own adoptive parents that he thought were his biological ones for quite some time. When he was old enough, Ma and Pa showed him the message his Kryptonian parents left him and that was when he learned that he was brought to Earth to save and protect the people. He was sad for a moment, but he could tell that he was a lot different from his parents.

He just hoped that when Dick learns the truth, he would…eventually understand why they had to keep lying. Though the world had grown and changed a lot compared to what life was like just a couple hundred years ago, omegas are still sometimes looked down upon. Someone with as much money and influence as Bruce Wayne would be fine, but probably the only reason he could amass that much wealth and prestige in the first place was because he was seen as an alpha.

Even though both alphas and omegas were seen as people who were slaves to their own desires, alpha were praised while omegas were subjugated. It didn't always used to be this way, some cultures praised omegas in their ability to have so many children and a lot of ancient cultures viewed omegas in the same way they viewed gods. But when food became scarce, alphas became the new gods with their strength and stamina. And omegas became a means to an end. A possession that would ensure your legacy.

“Is that all you came to say to me? Of course I would do anything for my child,” Bruce said sternly.

“Do you ever wonder what his first birthday was like? Or his first steps or-” Clark is cut off by a large hand gripping his collar.

“Watch. Your. Mouth. You have no idea what I go through,” Bruce spat, his small omega fangs extended.

Clark raised his arms in surrender. Bruce was an anomaly, he had the body of an alpha (for the most part) and yet the designation of an omega. Clark can only imagine how confusing that must have been for Bruce.

“OK don't worry I was just thinking out loud. I won't say that again,” Clark responded. He had never seen Bruce this worked up before. He could even smell a twinge of angry omega pheromones. It instinctively made his stomach drop and his hind brain scream at him to make the omega happy. Maybe it was because he was an alien, but Clark had a much harder time ignoring his hind brain.

Unlike on Earth, Krypton was an omega centric society and his inner alpha definitely reflected that. Even just walking down the busy streets of Metropolis, if he so much as smelled an omega in distress he had to help. It often led to him being late for work, but he couldn't help it.

Bruce released his grip and huffed. But Clark couldn't help but notice the glassy glare in Bruce’s eyes. Was he about to cry?

“Do you feel better now?” Clark asked, genuinely concerned.

Bruce huffed and crossed his arms. “Don't look at me like that. It makes me sick.”

Clark sighed. A short silence enveloped them until Clark broke it. “Can I go back to ‘babysitting’ again?”

“Do as you please,” is all Bruce said before walking off in a huff, but once someone else crossed his path, Bruce smiled.

It bothered Clark. He knew why Bruce didn't like him, that much was obvious, but he hated how Bruce only looked at him with a scowl or annoyance. Like his every existence made the omega sick.

Maybe it was jealousy or maybe envy, but Clark wished that Bruce would smile at him like that again.

After experiencing the extent of Bruce's disdain firsthand, Clark gave up any hope of being in a relationship with the man. He shoved all of those feelings and the memory of their one night together down into the deepest recesses of his mind. But how nice would it be to have someone he once loved, the mother of his child, smile at him with enough warmth to make his body think he was standing in the presence of the sun?

His knuckles were white as his fists clenched painfully closed.

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A couple weeks had passed by without any issue. Clark continued to juggle his obligations with Dick and his obligations as a reporter and as Superman.

Bruce wanted to let Dick have a whole week to rest for his birthday, but the kid was adamant that he wanted to go back on patrol as soon as possible. Eventually, Bruce relented and allowed Dick to follow him as he tracked down a new villain that called herself Poison Ivy.

“Your disdain for your own nature disturbs me,” Ivy scowled. Vines curled up her legs and arms.

As if out of nowhere, she appeared only a week prior. She had the ability to talk to and control plants.

“You're just like Layla from SkyHigh!” Dick shouted with enthusiasm.

“Robin,” Bruce chastised. He turned back to Ivy. “Why are you doing this?”

Poison Ivy sneered, though she jumped down from her ledge and walked closer to the bat. Everywhere she stepped flowers grew and bloomed in-between the cement blocks.

Bruce stood still as she made her way toward him. He wasn't sure what to make of this new villain. She stole a few precious jewels and then turned around to sell them on the black market. The only people that have been hunted were the guards that tried to stop her, and even then they were left unconscious yet otherwise unharmed.

“I know what you are, Bat,” she reached a hand up to his chin, her long nails scraping against his stumble. “And you should know as much as I do the pain a mother feels when someone hurts her child.”

Bruce steeled himself, refusing to let her get a rise out of him. A tiny stem twisted around her finger and out bloomed a beautiful pink flower.

“All I wish is to protect my children. I am their mother,” she smiles lovingly at the flower. “And yet,” a darkness wafts over her. “Humans hurt my children. Is it not fair for me to get revenge? How would you feel if someone hurt your child?”

How would Bruce feel? He would be out for blood, though at the last moment his morals would stop him from enacting any fatal harm.

“I don't know what you mean.”

She searched his eyes yet all she saw was a hardened stare. “My children speak to me. They whisper to me many tales and stories. And the thing about plants is, they have no reason to lie. I know who you are.”

Bruce froze. Dick let out a gasp.

“I know what you are,” she whispered. “I know what you pretend to be. My only request is that you leave me to get my revenge.”

“If your revenge includes hurting people, then you will not see the last of me,” Bruce said firmly.

“Then let me leave you with a parting gift,” she chuckled as she reached a hand into her pocket and pulled out a ball looking thing. She threw it at Bruce and he quickly dodged it, but it exploded into a cloud of smoke.

By the time the smoke dissipated, Ivy was gone and Dick was rushing to his side.

“B!” Dick shouted. Bruce coughed and fanned his face. “Are you okay? What was that?”

“Im not sure,” Bruce coughed. “But I'm fine, which way did she go?”

“Are you sure you're ok?” Dick asked desperately. “She went that way,” Dick pointed. “But I think we should go back to the manor. Alfred will know what to do.”

“No I’m-” Bruce tried to walk but he stumbled. A raging headache quickly formed behind his eyes and he felt nauseous. “Do you remember where the Batmobile is?”

Dick nodded.

“Go and call Alfred, or put in the coordinates of the manor and have the Batmobile take you back.” The biggest worry in Bruce's mind was for him to be incapacitated and then for something to happen to Dick in the process.

“No! I don't want to leave you!”

“Robin! Go to the Batmobile. That is an order,” Bruce groaned as he gripped the side of a brick building and held his head. There was no way he was going to make it to the Batmobile at this rate. His mind was also becoming increasingly jumbled and hard to reach like some far off entity.

“But-” Dick looked around frantically. With his super strength, he could possibly help lift up Bruce and walk him to the Batmobile, but that would mean having to admit that he was a metahuman.

Dick pouted and ran off to the Batmobile. Once he got there he put in the coordinates to the manor and was about to press on Alfred’s name to call him but hesitated. There was someone else that he knew could help. Someone who could get there quickly and was strong enough to pick up Bruce and take him back to the manor.

Dick saw Clark’s number in passing once and instantly memorized it in case he would ever need it. It seemed like now was one of those times.

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Clark set down his plate of pasta that Lois had offered to make them. Before he found out about his long lost child, Clark and Lois would meet up regularly after work and hang out in her apartment. She was the first person in Metropolis that he trusted enough to reveal his identity. She was also his first friend in the new city.

He first came to Metropolis straight out of college and was lucky enough to land his dream job as a journalist for the Daily Planet. Lois was kind enough to show him around and help him get situated in the big city. Before moving there, the largest city that Clark had been in was his college town and even that is not considered big by any means.

“So,” Lois said in-between bites of food. “Are you really not dating Bruce Wayne?”

Clark chuckled. “I am not ‘dating’ Bruce Wayne. Like I said, I visit him twice a week for his kid.”

“Well it definitely put a hault to the rumors that you were dating yourself. You know,” she took another bite. “You really need to be careful or people will start being suspicious.”

“Oh come on Lois, I'm sure itll be fine. As long as I have the glasses on no one can tell that I am Superman.” He leaned back in his chair and spread his arms out. “You know I've really missed these dinners.”

Lois kept her head down and focused on her plate as to not show the blush that was creeping onto her face. “Oh yeah? Me too. It's been so long since we've been able to hang out like this.”

“I know,” Clark sighs. “I've just been so busy these days. Definitely a much needed break.”

Lois cleared her thought and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “You know what you said earlier about preferences-”

Clarks phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. When he saw the caller ID he immediately jumped up, his chair falling down behind him. “Hello? Is everyone alright? What happened?”

“Who is it?” Lois asked but Clark didnt seem to hear her. She could hear what sounded like a voice on the other end but she couldn't make out what they were saying.

“I'll be there as soon as I can.” Clark ended the call and began to take off his civilian clothes to reveal the Superman suit that he was wearing underneath. “Sorry Lois, I gotta go.”

Lois set down her plate. “Yeah, no I get it. Duty calls. Is everyone ok?”

“I'm not sure. Seems to be poisoned by some sort of gas. But I'll see you tomorrow ok?” Once out of his civilian clothes, Clark opened up her window and stood on the windowsill for a moment before taking off.

“Yeah…see you tomorrow,” she said to herself as she gathered their plates.

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Clark nearly broke the sound barrier, determined to get to Bruce and Dick as fast as possible. Every different possible scenario and crime scene invaded his mind. Dick wasn't very clear on what happened, just that there was some sort of gas or smoke cloud and Bruce is hurt.

The mere idea of Bruce being hurt made Clark growl something deep and animalistic. Even though he had never mated with Bruce by biting his scent gland, his body instinctively recognizes the omega as someone he needs to protect at all costs. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and it took all of his self control to keep his alpha fangs from descending.

He made it to the Batmobile in record time. Dick rushed over to him with a frantic and desperate expression. “Cl-Superman!” Dick shouted as he ran over to hug Clark.

“What happened,” Clark looks around frantically. “Where's Bruce?”

“He's a block that way,” Dick pointed. “I dont know what's wrong” Tears streamed down Dick’s face as his chest heaved.

Clark bent down and rubbed Dick’s back as he cried. “Will he be ok?”

Clark wasn't sure, but what he was sure about is Bruce's power of will. “I'm sure he will be fine. Can the batmobile take you to the manor?”

Dick nodded, his voice caught in his throat.

“I need you to stay in the car and if anyone comes have the car take you straight to the manor ok?”

“B-But,” Dick hiccuped.

Clark cooed, trying to calm the child down. “You can do that, right Big Wing?”

Dick’s bottom lip trembled, but he nodded. He needed to be brave. He wipped away his tears and made his way toward the car. “But how will you find him without me?”

“I can hear his heart beat,” Clark said. He focused in on the familiar rhythm and the incredibly faint scen of Bruce's pheromones.

Once Dick was safely in the Batmobile, Clark flew over to where he knew Bruce was. The man was slumped against a brick building, his eyes closed.

Luckily, Clark knew for a fact that Bruce was alive from the roaring sound of his heartbeat, but he still needed to assess if the man had any injuries. Clark used his xray vision and didn't see any fractures or broken bones or even swelling.

“Batman,” Clark shook Bruce. Bruce's eyes opened slowly and his gaze was unfocused.

“Ugh,” Bruce keeled forward, a wave of nausea hitting him. “I told the kid to get Alfred.”

“Well he got me instead. Does it hurt anywhere?” Clark grabbed Bruce’s face and opened his eyes lids and his jaw, checking for any injuries.

“Ssstop thaat,” Bruce slurred but gave no resistance.

Clark's brows furrowed. “Are you drunk?”

“Noo Immm not drunk. I'm just…” Bruce trailed off.

Clark stood back. He had seen many videos of Bruce drunk at galas and parties. His reputation proceedes him. And yet this was completely different from everything Clark had seen before.

Bruce had all the signs of being drunk, but Clark was expecting something…crazier. Screaming, dancing, flirting, all the things Bruce usually does when he drinks too much.

“Here, I'm going to take you back to the Batmobile.” Clark put his hands under Bruce’s armpits and lifted him up. Which was not a good idea. The sudden movement made Bruce gag.

“Hey hey you're ok,” Clark said as he steadied the man. Bruce swayed from side to side and when Clark let go, almost fell backwards. “Ok, I'm going to hold you okay? Can you walk?”

“Of course I can walk,” Bruce huffed but immediatly tripped over his own two feet and Clark had to catch him again.

“Slow steps. I've got you.” Clark positioned Bruce in front of him with the man's back against his chest so that if he fell backwards again he wouldn't hit the ground. But the close proximity made Bruce freeze.

Bruce slowly turned his head and with unfocused eyes stared up at Clark. A wide dumb smile stretched across Bruce's lips. He leaned his head back against Clark’s chest. “You smell nice.”

In all of the haste, Clark had forgotten to control his pheromones. The comment made the kryptonian nearly jump out of his skin. “Thanks…”

Bruce's expression turned cold. “Smells like someone I know-”

“Its me Clark-”

“I hate that prick. Heee,” Bruce struggled on keeping his thoughts coherent. It felt like he was running after a balloon that was quickly floating away. “Always argues.”

Clark's mouth twitched and he stammered. “That's not…” He thought back to all of his conversations with Bruce and realized most of them did in fact end in arguing. “Maybe he means well.”

Bruce shook his head. Though he could barely hold onto a single cohesive thought, he still knew that he didn't like Clark. But the pheromones coming from this alpha made him feel safe. Bruce extended his neck, which if he wasnt wearing a suit that covered most of his body, would show Clark his unmarked scent gland.

Clark blinked. For a second he thought he imagined it, but when he looked down again it was very clear that Bruce was trying to show him his neck. His hind brain itched, but he ignored it. No matter what his instincts told him, he was not going to let anything happen to Bruce in this state, by him or anyone else.

Though Bruce was too distracted by the delicious scent to think rationally. And the intoxicat wasn't helping. He whirled around and wrapped his arms around Clark's neck while resting his face in the crook of his neck. The sudden movement made his head spin eliciting an annoyed “ow” from the man.

Clark sighed. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, he knew this wasn't real. This was just Bruce's body reacting instinctively to the scent of a strong alpha. And that broke any sort of illusion he could still have with what was going on.

He wondered, if things were different, would he be able to hold Bruce like this everyday and have it be genuine. Maybe in another timeline they were lovers, but here they might as well be enemies.

“I'm going to pick you up and get us to the Batmobile quickly, ok?” Clark asked.

Bruce nodded.

“Batmobile…” Bruce repeated, trying to place the word. “I'm Batman,” Bruce stated.

Clark picked Bruce up bridal style and walked with haste back to the car. “That you are.”

“And you're Superman.”

“I am.”

They rounded the corner. Dick's head perked up when he saw the two heroes.

Bruce nuzzled his face into the crook of Clark's neck. “I hate you.”

Clark sighed with a smile. “I know.”

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Link to a funny video of me writing the last chapter while on vacation

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The only barriers that divide us are the ones that we build ♡