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.
