My Batman One

Mhm yep yep. 100% yep.

Btw, I'm in a Batlantern mood, somehow. So Hal's pov:

For whatever fucking reason, Bruce had started to kiss his children foreheads under ayn and every excuse given. It was ridiculous. And obnoxiously sweet, Hal had to admit.

No idea why, Bruce just started to do so.

Scratch that. He absolutely knows why.

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. 

3/7

Minhkhoa Khan aka Ghostmaker

based off this pose:

It started as a harmless pastime, and it grew bigger, even involving some members of the Justice League.

Of course, none of them hated Bruce—he was important to them—but God, that man wasn't exasperating!

And yes, every now and then they'd say harsh things, things that should never have reached Bruce's ears, but it was better that way! Less chance of arguing with him, and everyone was more relaxed!

No one knew whose idea it was to invite Selina. She was one of the good guys now.

But unlike Clark, or Jason, or Stephanie, when the woman realized what the club was about, she stopped smiling.

Selina: So, you guys secretly insult Bruce? Behind his back?

Dick: It's not about that. It's just that sometimes...

Clark: Sometimes dealing with him is a bit too much.

Dick: Yeah, what he said. You understand, don't you?

Selina: Ah, I don't know. He's always been too much, but that's because he cared about me more than I did.

Dick: Selina...

Selina: If he knew about this hobby of yours, he'd be devastated. You know that, don't you?

Dick: It's just harmless. No one here hates Bruce.

Selina: And yet you're all here to bitch about him, and no one's at him on damn Father's Day.

Dick: Father's Day isn't really a thing we did...

Selina: So, you prefer to let him alone, complaining about how he his the worst human being and keep going with your life? And people say I'm the one with questionable morals! You should all hope Bruce never finds out about this. It would kill him.

Selina doesn't stay. Nor she will ever partecipate to the meetings.

Dick didn't take her advice seriously. No one else did. They were confident they were being discreet, and that Bruce would never find out.

Too bad for them, Bruce found out. And Selina had been right: the discovery devastated him.

(That day Clark discovered what a breaking heart sounded like...)

As always love your work--- Could I ask for maybe omega Bruce dealing with a miscarriage, and feeling like he's cursed? All his children will hate him, he's a failure of a parent, what was he thinking getting pregnant and keeping the baby? He was always doomed.

He lays around holding his stomach even after he's lost the baby weight. The children aren't talking to him-- for whatever reason, maybe they're all busy with some event, but Bruce takes it as them shaming him for his failure.

Kind of following the internal conflict of Batman is a WHAT?! by Cringe_Fella, Oh we fucked up... by The_Corvid_Ruler, and Not an Alpha by LostMonsterPosts---- where Bruce is insecure about not being a typical omega. He knows what a fuck up he is, he knows, he just thought that maybe, just maybe this time he wouldn't mess up. That this would be it, maybe he could take a break from being batman, just for a bit, allow himself to image what it would be like to not be needed by the city. For it to be quite, and warm, the way he remembers Sunday mornings spent with his mother.

He thought he would be good this time, and if he wasn't, he didn't think his baby would mind. But he should have known.

(I like seeing Bruce in abusive relationships, I feel like he would stay in them for similar reasons to myself "you deserve it" "but they were so nice that one time, if they're nice again I'll stay", if its not your cup of tea you can omit that) His lovers knew. He was only fun, no one in their right mind would actually want to marry him. No one would want an omega so broken, so twisted, so wrong.

One of his children told him so years ago, as a throw away line during a fight. They never meant it, they just wanted Bruce to hurt, like they were hurting, and Bruce internalized it and he never forgot. "I would rather die than be your child."

His baby must have agreed.

I just have a vision of Bruce sitting in the now hidden nursery running his hands along the hand carved bird themed cradle. Him crying alone in this bedroom, clawing at his abdomen, trying to rip out his womb.

Maybe the kids don't know that the baby died, maybe he assumed it and one day the kids come to the house asking about the baby-- Bruce thinks they're being intentionally cruel. He tries to handle it calmly (like your JL polycule, when they confront him about being left by all of the members -- which absolutely beautiful btw, would love a continuation of that as well) softly telling them that he doesn't have the baby anymore, because he couldn't bring himself to say that they died. For some reason one of the kids is unsatisfied by this response and pushes "what do you mean you don't have the baby? did the baby daddy finally step up? did CPS step in?" just kind of crass, rude jokes that had been tolerated till this point. But Bruce is tired, and alone, and he swears he can still feel his baby kicking in his womb even though they haven't been in his body for months at this point.

He breaks down, he starts sobbing and screaming.

And idk what to do with her now, I would love it if you would continue this!-- if it doesn't spark any interest, chill.

also sorry ab my last ask, where it was fully something you already wrote-- I think that this is similar to something else you've written but I think it's still pretty different.

If not, well, shit. Anyway, love yah!

@icyihug 17, love

This one's messed, people, heed tags

Enter Bruce opening a new orphanage and getting to spend with the kids for the day. While playing and listening to them he realizes they're just like him and his kids too. Too bright for a world that wants to snuff out their light so badly. There are explosive behavioral ones who actually just need to be listened to calm down, bouncy ones who want to hog his attention, reserved ones who just merely want to show their prized treasure like their drawings. Various kids that just need a home and a parent.

Bruce somehow visits like thrice a week and hanging out/helping the caretakers and his inner omega being fulfilled with his affection or reservation are not yelled away.

@ratinapinksuit no. 43...

"Go spend time at that damn orphanage then," Jason sneers. "You clearly don't care about this one anymore."

...But you...

Omega!Bruce, after being deflowered: "If you do not wish to marry me for my body, will you at least marry me for my money?"

Alpha!Minkhoa: "I have my own money-"

Omega!Bruce: "I have more! What will it take for you to-!"

Alpha!Minkhoa: "I will not marry you, Bruce. I'm sorry. But I do not... Care about you. I shall be leaving soon, somewhere far away and-"

Omega!Bruce, tears spilling: "You say you do not care, yet you choose to leave! To flee for my sake!"

Omega!Bruce: "If you truly do not care, then stay!"

Alpha!Minkhoa: "You will be... Miserable with me, Bruce. You do not wish for that. You would not want a life with me if you-"

Omega!Bruce: "I do! If misery is the price I must pay, then it shall be so."

Alpha!Minkhoa: "Bruce..."

Omega!Bruce: "I would rather be miserable with you, than be happy with someone else."

Alpha!Minkhoa: "...."

Alpha!Minkhoa: "In matters of your honour, I have already spoken to my cousin. He shall marry you, your caretaker has already given his blessing. He is a kind soul, he will take care of you."

Omega!Bruce: "No... No, don't you dare do this to me!"

Alpha!Minkhoa: "You will learn to love him in time... He does not care that I have ruined you. You will have beautiful children, Bruce. No doubt they shall all look like you."

Omega!Bruce, voice breaking: "Please...."

Cat Grant, sighing: "Look them go. Clark's hopeless."

Kon, new to the job: "?? Is there anything I can do? Maybe I can interview Mister Wayne's kid."

Cat: "Ha! Him?? No, you can't interview him."

Kon: "Why not?"

Cat: "I forget you're new here. That's Tim Drake-Wayne. The infamous bisexual who turns every straight guy, gay."

Kon: "Everyone?"

Cat: "Everyone unless they've already been turned by his father." Gestures at Clark. "Gossip columns call him Timmy the Turner." Snorts.

Kon: "Oh please, I'm very comfortable with my sexuality. I'll be fine!" Walks over to Tim for an interview.

Cat, shaking her head: "Ah, lost another one."

An hour later

Cat: "So, how'd it go?"

Kon: "It went great, thank you very much."

Cat, raising a brow: "Is that so?"

Kon: "Yep! He complimented my piercings, I asked him what he thought about the recent events, I gave him my number-"

Cat, smirking:

Superman, burnt up: Crashing into the cave.

Damian, scruffed up: Protectively tucked into Superman's chest.

Batman, alert: ?!

Damian, sprinting into Bruce's arms: "M-MOOOOOMMMAAA!!"

Batman, easily catching Damian: Checking him all over for injuries. "I see you're all burnt up, too." Sees none.

Batman, tousling his hair: "I take it you had fun?"

Damian, shaking his head: "NO. I. DIDN'T!"

Superman, scared for his life: "..."

Damian, pointing at Superman: "THE FORTRESS WAS THE WORST!!" Huffing. "HE DIDN'T FEED ME!"

Superman, gasping: "Yes I did! You said Ma Kent's pies were delicious!"

Damian, red in the face: "HE DOESN'T PLAY FAIR!"

Superman: "How am I supposed to “turn off” my super hearing??"

Damian: "AND- AND- HE LED ME IN DANGERRR!!"

Bruce, eyebrow raised under the cowl: "..."

Superman, feeling the eyebrow raise from a mile away: "I!-...."

Damian: "Mama! I almost bit the dust!!" Panting.

Damian, showing off his torn cape: "You see this?? You see- I- I-" Yawns.

Damian, exhausted: Falls asleep in Bruce's arms.

Batman, sighing: "Hm."

Super-"I fucked up"-man: "B! I am so so, so sorry! I-"

Batman: "? What for?"

Superman: "H-...huh?"

Batman, mildly impressed: "Usually it's his babysitters that end up this tuckered out."

Superman: "....really?"

Batman: Smiles. "Never seen it happen the other way around. Quite an achievement, Superman."

Superman, about to cry: "T-thank you...?"

Batman: "Perhaps I could... Call on you again...?"

Damian, jolting awake: "H-huh??"

Superman, blushing: "U-uh! Y-yeah... I'd lov- I mean! Sure! Of course! I don't- I don't mind..."

Batman, nuzzling Damian's head: "Anyway, I should tuck him in. See you tomorrow, Superman." Walks away.

Superman, dazed: "Yeah... See you..."

Damian, squirming: "Noooo! No no no!!"

But no. Gotham and Blüdhaven rogues avoid it like the plague. Whatever illegal business or evil schemes that might've been in the works is getting put on hold. Rogues will be staying out of sight until the Bat and Bird are back in the scene.

These rogues have learnt it the hard way the first few times they tried something. When they tried capitalising on Batman's abrupt disappearance.

Blüdhaven rogues would realize Nightwing has stopped telling jokes as they face him. Wait, scratch that. He wasn't even talking at all. No puns, no cheesy quips, nothing. You point a gun at him, that bullet will be lodged in your thigh before you even have a chance to blink. He's not even doing those elaborate flips and routines anymore. Blink once and you'll find yourself defeated and captured. Hell, you don't even see him anymore. You're just dangling upside-down with a bullet in your thigh and the streets are dead and empty. You're praying either the ambulance or cops get to you first before Death's scythe does, smelling that endless gushing of blood on you.

Red Hood is shooting you point blank. Giving up his monologues and theatrical dramatics, even his own goons are scared of him. You would actually pray that Red Hood has his guns on him or that they're loaded because the alternative of a gun-less Red Hood is much like hell on earth. He doesn't prolong it though. He's very much itching to leave, much like you are. Except you'd be leaving this world.

Unfortunately, rogues don't even get to see Batgirl before you're inevitably knocked out and wake up in either Arkham or the GCPD's custody. It's disorienting as fuck because either a doctor or Commissioner Gordon himself is telling you what you did and why you failed, meanwhile you're thinking back on what the fuck just happened. You're almost amazed if not horrified at how fucking silent Batgirl moved. None of that cat-and-mouse bullshit. No, you're prey before you even knew you were being hunted.

Robin adheres to the no-kill rule. But that's not really good news, is it? Unfortunately he's unlike his predecessors. Rogues would wish that the kid would just slice through them with his katana. 133 of your bones would either be crushed or dislocated. You have 206. That's sixty-five percent of your skeletal system. Robin is unfortunately far, far more agro than the older Birds you've seen this week. He's clearly putting all his anger out on you. But why?

Why is all of this happening while the Bat's gone?

Easy. Because it's—quite frankly—a really, really stupid idea to drag four Alphas out of the pack nest just because a bunch of wannabes decided it'd be the best time to have their screen time during their pack's most vulnerable week. Heat season.

The Pack Omega's in heat, and unfortunately, because they're always in such close proximity, Tim's heat cycle synced up with momma's. The entire Manor's on high alert. They've got two vulnerable Omegas and four Alphas on protective overdrive who won't let up. The Betas are tense, caught in-between two loose canons, yet Duke, Steph, and Alfred all try their best to keep the fort standing.

It's never an easy time of the quarter for anyone involved. Dick as the Pack Alpha must always be glued to his mother's and little brother's side at all times; periodically scenting them to keep outsider Alphas out.

Jason as a Dominant Alpha is extra defensive and overprotective, often using his sheer size to bar anyone and everyone out of the nest.

Cass only has one thing on her mind: protect-pack-omegas-in heat. Cass is already aware of any outsider before they even realize they're trespassing. Like how a polar bear is already stalking its prey before said prey even realizes they're minced meat.

Damian as a growing Dominant Alphan pup is extremely sensitive and pulling him away from his dam might literally just cost you your limbs.

It's all the same for Rut Season as well. Wayne Manor is under lock down, Batman, Red Robin, The Signal, The Spoiler, and Oracle; all of them are clearly rushing to get the job done.

Batman's not even interrogating rogues anymore. One look and he's already determined your sins, already judged you and your entire existence. Your soul has been weighed and your Karma has already been measured in preparation for your next life. And he will deal with you appropriately, quickly, and without fanfare. You're not even sure if he breathed during the entire encounter. You realize the Bat has been pulling his punches on usual days—only during this particular week do rogues get to experience his full strength.

You're still alive by the end though—maybe even thanking god for Batman's willpower and discipline because Red Robin is hardly patient during this time of the year.

Red Robin really doesn't like it when his time is being wasted. He's always been a little... Unhinged, and rogues never really know what they're gonna get with him. The first time they met him during his Robin days, they made the mistake of sighing in relief. They're not sure if they prefer him when he's quiet or when he's mocking them, or baiting them. What they do know is they prefer that he does not put his lips together and whistle at a frequency they can't hear. Because that often signifies the arrival of one of the Superboys. It's usually the same time they realize that the Kryptonian Famtheon does not have a no-kill rule. Honestly, once you realize it's that time of year and you see Red Robin perched on a rooftop, just give up.

Rogues often make the mistake of being relieved they realize they're facing off against Signal or Spoiler—they're much more calmer than the other two, but... Again, who could really trust that? Signal could smile at you once and that'll probably be the last thing you'll see for a few weeks. He really doesn't have time for you. So just, scoot over and give yourself up, alright? Unless you prefer being swallowed up by sheer darkness—or you know, get engulfed by blinding light? Either way, you don't get to pick your poison.

If you think you can handle Spoiler because she's smaller and human, then you'd probably be the biggest idiot in the city. Not even The Riddler would take his chances with this one. You won't even realize that Spoiler has already figured out your plot and Oracle has already disengaged whatever technology or weapon it is that you planned to use. The Spoiler is always rushing during this time. But hell, maybe for the kick of it, Spoiler will give you a souvenir once she's done wity you. A little existential crisis, take you on a fun little psychological journey while you're on your way to government custody. Just for funsies. So you don't get bored, yk?

Gotham and Blüdhaven rogues don't know the truth about these situations, they just think that Batman and Red Robin are somewhere else on a high-stakes mission, leaving the other four without proper management/supervision from the Bat.

If Nightwing, Red Hood, Batgirl, and Robin are missing, they'd think that Nightwing is on an off-world mission, that Red Hood has business outside of Gotham, that Batgirl is... Well, they can't really figure that one out; that Robin is handling matters with the Teen Titans. With the Alphas, their rut cycles don't sync up, so this happens on four separate occasions throughout the year and Gotham and Blüdhaven rogues have just accepted that they're gonna have at least nine bad weeks sporadically every year.

Dominant Omegan instincts make Bruce the perfect dam to carry strong pups—unfortunately he is also very, very irritable throughout the pregnancy.

Every little thing could set him off, eggshells have to be walked on when residents of the Manor see Bruce walking by in all his beautiful 8-months of pregnancy glory. He is glowing. But also quite terrifying.

But of course, he'd never hurt anyone. Even if his sire was just a tad bit annoying that day. Or if Jason's heavy ass feet are creaking up the floorboards, or Alfred's vacuum cord looks annoying as hell.

One night, however, Bruce has an argument with his sire—the Alpha who knocked him up. They aren't married or whatever, just that things led up to this moment (aka Bruce's pregnancy) and they insisted on staying by Bruce's side to support him. Bruce didn't need all that, but sure, he agreed.

He tolerated the Alpha at best, but once—during the last few weeks of Bruce's pregnancy—the Alpha had said something that annoyed the hell out of Bruce. It broke out into an argument, but before it could escalate Bruce locked himself in the closet.

While seething with rage, Bruce finds a seam ripper.

Bruce gets a light bulb moment that could probably light up the entire city as he patiently works inside the closet for what could only be assumed as 5 hours. It was actually quite relaxing.

Eventually, Bruce forgot about the fight very quickly and went on with the rest of his week—which really wasn't much. Breakfast, spending time with his pups, doing light work, etc etc.

But not even an hour after his sire left for their day job, Bruce is startled in the living room couch when he sees the Alpha scrambling back inside the manor.

His clothes were quite literally falling apart.

It was then that Bruce remembers what he'd done and instead of helping or apologizing, Bruce Wayne bursts out laughing. Pure, unadulterated joy to the point that he's literally crying. He may have peed a little as well- oop- no, that's not pee- oh shit he's about to give birth!

Bruce, combing through Jason's hair: "What's the matter, baby?"

Jason: "Some dipshit columnist decided it'd be a good idea to write about my “date” today."

Damian, raising a brow: "Is it the same one from last time?"

Jason: "Yeah..."

Tim: "And last month's?"

Jason: "Eeeyeeepp..."

Dick: "And last, last month?"

Jason, groaning: "Yes!!"

Cass, looking up from her book: "?"

Jason: "Yes!"

Clark, putting down his newspaper: "Sounds like you got a hater."

Jason, ignoring his “father”: "What should I do, ma?"

Bruce, humming: "Hmmm..."

Clark: "Marry 'em."

Jason, in disbelief: "What?"

Bruce, tilting his head: "?"

Clark, shrugging: "Marry them. It worked for your mom, did it not?"

Bruce: "....? When did I marry my hater?"

Clark, showing off his wedding ring:

Bruce, confused: "You were my hater??"

Tim, handing out chips to his siblings:

Everyone else, watching:

Clark: "Do you not remember how we first met?"

Bruce: "You mean the first time you interviewed me? I do."

Clark: "... Is that all that you remember?"

Bruce: "Yes? Was there anything else?"

Clark: "N-"

Damian, munching on chips: "He was the one who wrote that article."

Bruce: "??? What article-... Oh."

Clark, sweating:

Bruce: "Oh."