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Bruce felt the shift immediately. He felt his limbs relax and his mind cloud over with that familiar haze. It was unfamiliar and the vagueness of it all caused him to close in on himself, to hide and shield himself from any outside forces… but ever since Clark came into his life, that pull started to wane.
Damian is at his hip, placated by his scent that’s grown sweeter, curling around him like a second pair of arms. The Daily Planet is a hulking building that makes him dizzy purely on the basis of it being where Clark works, and the thought is silly, preposterous even.
God, he really has lost himself.
Damian whines, grabbing at the picnic basket that hangs off of his arm and Bruce gently shushes him. “Soon, my dear.” he murmurs.
The door to the building swings open, Clark comes towards him, blue eyes shining with mirth and love as his gaze lands on him. Bruce has to quickly look away and shuffle awkwardly. The scent of alpha still makes him dizzy.
Clark leans down slightly, scenting Bruce and pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling Damian into his arms and smothering him with kisses, the sounds of happy giggles filling Bruce’s ears and he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. Clark turns his head, Damian now on his hip and with his free hand, takes Bruce’s and gently guides him through the streets of Metropolis.
The haze settles at the forefront of his brain and Bruce is gone. Damian is running around the blanket chasing butterflies while Clark looks on at him with those stupid dopey eyes and Bruce wants to punch him. But it feels like his body moves on its own as he snuggles up close to the alpha, feeling the strong of his arm pull him close.
God…
He opens his eyes, seeing the sun settling over the horizon and those same blue eyes watching over him kindly.
“How long…?” Bruce mumbled hoarsely and Clark chuckled, sweeping the hair from over his eyes.
“I figured you could use the rest. I’ll walk you home.”
And Bruce lets him, Damian at his hip, hand in hand with Clark.
*
Bruce hears the way Clark walks into his room; the lights are dimmed and Bruce’s curled up under a pile of blankets, his heat in full swing.
He realized it one afternoon—it came upon him suddenly, but at the same time, he’d known it for so long. Damian looked up at him, brown eyes full and innocent.
He wraps his arms around broad shoulders, their noses touching, words unsaid.