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Now Bruce had believed that all of the people at the justice league would have been able to figure out his identity by now. But no, they all were as clueless as ever and all he did was drop hint after hint but no one managed to understand him and put all of the pieces together. He was seriously questioning all of his teammates' IQ.
Now Dick said that Bruce had not been as clear as he feels like he has been, but the boy did admit that the rest of them were also a problem. Now when Bruce got pregnant again, he really believed that they would all figure it out, as soon as he was too big for the suit he started to have online meetings and Dick went as batman every time he had to be in person.
No one… no one understood that Batman had been changed, that was a whole new security issue that he had to deal with. But when he gave birth to his little girl Bruce let himself forget them just for a moment and focus on his family. He had adopted Dick, Jason and Cass and he loved them with all of his heart.
He had adopted Dick first and after a while he decided that he would take IVF to get a new baby to expand the family. It was during this time Jason showed up in his life, it helped the boy to get comfortable in the family because he was pregnant. Bruce, who was a big man, was now vulnerable and Jason felt the need to protect him. He gave birth to Tim and it was one of the hardest things that he had ever done. But when his small body was placed on his chest Bruce knew that it all was worth it.
After two years Bruce decided that he would expand his family again and got started on IVF. Just the day before he found out that the pregnancy had taken, he found Cass. It had been so easy to take Cass into the family, she fit right in and she was there during his second pregnancy. Then after he had given birth to his little Stephanie, Cass who already was a great big sister to Tim was now enamoured by her tiny baby sister.
Now he had taken off time from the physical labour when it was confirmed that he was pregnant and it was staying. Thankfully having a lot of money made it so that the IVF treatment did not hurt him financially at all. He stayed on doing mental labour until he was ready to give birth. It was only directly after the births that he took time off from everything.
Now it was wonderful to be back, to be something more than a parent who was a twenty-four-hour buffe. But while he got back to work, he missed his baby so much. But he was doing this all for them; everything Batman represented was to protect his kids, and everyone else’s kids.
Everything was just starting to balance out, the parenting, his daytime work and night time work. When he was told that he needed to go off world. Now it would have been no problem at all if it was not that he still needed to pump. His baby girl after all demanded to be breast fed when he was around and would only accept breast milk nothing else.
He managed to add more space in the batman suit that he would still be able to wear, and he even made it detachable so that he could just remove that part and not the whole suit when needed. But he did not want to explain that he was breast feeding to his roommate. So that was when a compromise was born, Dick would go with him as Nightwing and room with him.
Now his oldest son was hovering over him since his last pregnancy. Yes, he did not agree with the fact that Dick said that he was extremely rude while breastfeeding without one of his children around. But he let it happen as it would be nice to have his boy with him, even though he was being rude about it.
Now the mission had run almost flawlessly the trip there was no problem, having Dick there made it much easier to sleep as he at least had one of his children there. The pumping and then freezing the breast milk went well. Thankfully he had built up a stock at home for his baby girl as he was a bit of an over supplier.
The meeting went great as well and a diplomatic solution was reached and Bruce was back on the plane ready for take-off. It would be four days and then he would be back with all of his children and his baby girl who was having her first long time away from him would be back in his arms.
He knew something had happened from the steps on the lading, and then came the screaming. Not of Clark, Barry, Hal or Dick screaming, but instead the crying of a baby. It sounded so much like a human baby, and Bruce could feel that he would start to leak if he did not get this situation under control soon.
He watched as the men walked into the room first came Hal almost running away, then came Clark holding a baby, a very human looking baby and last came Barry.
“Don’t tell me that the baby is Nightwing.” He growled and he left them alone for five minutes.
“There was a stray spell from some protestors.” Clark’s shoulders went in on themselves trying to make him look smaller.
“Please tell me that you have foreseen that this could happen and placed baby formula on this plane.” Barry came rushing around at super speed looking for the formula.
Now Bruce was a paranoid man, he had thought up almost all of the scenarios that could ever happen had he thought that a baby would be on this plane with a crew of all men and him who had given birth less than a year ago, no, no he had not. He would have to revise his planning; he should be able to predict these kinds of things.
Thankfully they were in luck at the moment considering that he was currently still a waking buffe for his youngest. She has started to eat a lot of normal food, but she still likes the most breast milk. Then Tim got a bit jealous of all of the skin to skin contact his sister was getting and as he was only three, he still got to join her.
“Just give him to me.” Bruce would feed his firstborn no matter what the others had to say, this was his baby and he would take great care of him.
POV Clark Kent
Now Clark had been surprised and a bit hurt when Batman decided that he would be rooming with Nightwing. The young vigilante was great and Clark liked him a lot but it stung to be dismissed like that. Batman and him always shared a room when they had to, and it made Clark feel special, like his crush on the other man could be reciprocated. So, it had hurt a lot actually but he was a grown man and moved on.
While in space one could see that batman was more grumpy than usual, snapping at meal times and sighing a lot. Nightwing took this with stride and did everything to cheer him up, and to Clark’s surprise he managed to get Batman to loosen up a bit. Usually, it was only him that could do that, but he did not overthink it at all and did not send longing looks towards Batman.
It was nice to have everything done now; they would just have to spend four more days in space and then be back home. Clark was starting to miss his friends and his parents who he often called. He was so happy when everything was done and he watched as Batman walked into the plane and got ready to follow him up.
But then there were more people who wanted to speak with them. They were after all aliens there so they stayed for a bit to amuse them. That was when a flash came and it hit Nightwing, and the man who stood there before was turned into a baby. Flash caught him but then quickly handed him over, and there he stood with a baby in his arms.
They rushed up and that was when the panic started, the baby looked so young and Clark might not know a lot but he knew that this baby needed breast milk or some formula with no solids. Clark stood there while Barry rushed around trying to find formula but why would there be formula here. They would have to concoct something and give this baby an experimental formula and he hoped they would not end up killing Nightwing.
“Hand him over.” Batman spoke and Clark felt some relief that he was wrong. Batman had thought about this. What he did not expect was for batman to take off his chest plate, he wore a soft shirt underneath and while Clark did not often see batman without his armour it had happened. He did notice that he looked a bit plumper than before but decided not to think about it. Nightwing must be crying because he did not like the feel of the suit.
Clark handed the boy over and was again surprised when Batman opened a little latch on the top of his shirt, revealing a breast underneath. That made his mind stop and he just watched as little Nightwing was brought to the breast, quickly latching on and started to suckle hungrily. To be honest Clark had no idea on how to react to that.
“Oh, thank goodness the crying stopped.” Barry managed to say before he saw how the crying stopped and that was when the fastest man alive stopped to be completely still. Hal also walked in and was stunned by the sight. But Batman had no reaction at all, he just managed to get his gloves off.
“What the hell!” Hal said and at that batman’s attention that had been solely on the baby turned to them. The glare was stone cold and Nightwing let out a small grunt at the noise, but thankfully he then went on suckling.
“I thought that you were a dude, don’t be mad at me for being shocked.” Hal bit out but in a much lower voice.
“I honestly thought you all would have figured out my identity by now; I have been leaving hits left and right but none of you get it. And also, I am a dude as you put it, do I have to ad LGBTQ+ training on the docket now.” That was when it clicked for Clark, trans man, batman who he was in love with was trans, that did not matter at all to him. What he did care about was the fact that he had his own baby, which meant that he was already taken.
“You have a baby?” Barry blurted out, thankfully that was not the worst thing he could have blurted out.
“Yes, otherwise I would not be able to breast feed now would I.”
“Who is the father?” Barry then and Clark took it back Barry’s mouth always moved faster than his thoughts.
“I am the father, thank you very much.”
“Then who did the dead, can’t get pregnant on your own.” Hal then added and Clark and all of his Midwestern upbringings were screaming at him. This was no way to speak to a person who was breastfeeding.
“You are aware that IVF exists, right?” Batman said before standing up and leaving the room. Clark looked at the other two men, both of them managing to annoy Batman. But he would be better, so now that he had gathered his thoughts, he took some electrolyte drinks and followed Batman into his and Nightwing’s room. Batman turned to glare at him but there was no real heat in it.
Clark helped him move all of the pillows so that he could sit in bed while holding the baby close. Opening up a drink he handed it over to Batman who just let out a huff.
“You are just as bad as D… Nightwing.” He said while taking the drink.
“Nightwing knew?” Clark tried to keep the hurt out of his voice but could not completely manage. Really none of this was his business.
“I would hope so considering he is my eldest.” Batman said in a softer tone. Clark looked at him in surprise.
“Really, no wonder he is that good.” He said with a smile, and Bruce looked down at the baby touching one of his chubby cheeks.
“I tried to not allow him to be a vigilante, it did not work, he would do this without me he said.” He said then opening up the other side of his shirt he moved the baby to the other breast. It felt so intimate, not that Clark felt like breastfeeding was something to be hidden away. But because Batman was letting him see this, he had his shirt down, baby pressed to the breast and Clark was not kicked out.
“How old are you?” Clark asked after a moment of thought.
“Ah, now you see the math does not line up, I adopted him but, in my heart, he is my first born. I really thought that you would have been able to crack my identity by now.” Batman looked at him and Clark felt himself flush.
“Well, you wanted to have your identity hidden, so I did not want to cross that boundary.”
“You have not checked at all?” And Clark shook his head.
“Well then, you have my permission to look at everything I have told you over the two years I have known you, it would not take long. Just don’t tell the others they need to work for it.” Clark laughed.
“Okay, I will look into it, now do you need anything, something to eat?” Now it was Batman who let out a huff that sounded like amusement.
“Your Midwestern roots are showing, but I would like maybe a sandwich… I forget how hungry I get when I am breastfeeding, that was one of the reasons why Nightwing would not let me go alone, he wanted to be here and take care of me. Look how that turned out now I am the one taking care of him.” There was a small smile on Batman's lips as he looked down on his little face.
“Then I will just have to take care of you now.” Clark said with some bravado before leaving Batman alone, he would try to figure out who he was but first he would get him some food.
While making the food his head filled with a lot of different thoughts, wondering about who Batman truly was. The other men were outside waiting for him to come out but Clark started on the food before answering any question.
“What did he say?” Barry asked, his words still coming out faster than usual thanks to the excitement.
“You will have to be more specific than that.” Clark answered he did not want to betray the other man’s trust especially when he had been let out to see more than the others.
“Can he handle Nightwing until we find out how to reverse it?”
“Yeah, Batman will take care of him.” At that Hal let out a huff.
“Don’t you guys find it weird, like I understand that it is necessary but for Nightwing to know that Batman was the one who you know…” Clark cut the sandwich into two he did not know if he should reveal that Nightwing was Batman's son. But this was not that weird of a situation, baby’s needed to eat and breast feeding was nothing inappropriate.
“I think he will just be happy that he did not starve to death.” Barry said thankfully so Clark did not have to answer. He went and left the food with batman, now Nightwing was asleep laying on the bed while batman was digging in some kind of cooler.
“What is that?” he asked as he handed over the plate, now that he stood closer, he could see it was frozen bags of some kind.
“All the breast milk I have frozen, hopefully he will take the bottle and have one of them here as well. That way I won’t have to wake up every four hours again. I just finished that faze with my youngest and it was tough.”
“Oh, that is great, that way we can all help. Actually, I was wondering if we should just room together now.” Batman turned to look at him and Clark could swear that he had an eyebrow raised, feeling heat rising he quickly went on. “You know, I will wake up either way by crying so I might as well help you during the night.”
“I can do this on my own.” Batman sounded a bit defensive.
“I do not doubt that, but as you said every four hours and I don’t need to sleep the same way you need to. So let me help, I will be up either way, might as well help you sleep.”
“Okay.” Was the short reply he got back.
After he left Batman this time Clark started to work on who he could be. There were not a lot of options but he managed to get them down to one. Bruce Wayne, a trans man who had just given birth to his fifth child but it was his second pregnancy.
It was a shock at first Clark had trouble getting the image of Brucie Wayne and Batman together. They were polar opposites and he realised that it was all to be designed. But when he thought deeper of it, it did make sense, Bruce while being all over the place loved Gotham so much. It was the schools, health care, rehab facilities and so much more that he founded. It spoke about the deep care that Batman showed every day when he went out with his cowl.
Making sure to hide his traces of what he had been searching for, Clark left his rooms to be in the common space. Barry and Hal sat talking and he could hear that it was still about Bruce and Nightwing, Clark sat down and changed the subject, they were on their way back home just four short days until they were free, that was what they should focus on.
After a while Clark could hear the unmistakable sound of a baby laughing. Soon Bruce came out now in some more comfortable clothes with Dick in his arms. Clark stood up asking to hold him and soon he had one happy baby in his arms.
It was still weird that one of his competent team mates were now a baby but it was not the weirdest thing that had happened. Thankfully from now it would just be a straight trip home, and then they would be able to get Nightwing back to normal.
Clark moved his things to batm… Bruce and was holding Dick as Bruce showered. The little man was getting a bit fuzzy and Clark had no real experience with babies this small so he had no idea what to do. Had this been a toddler then he could have handled that with no problems but Bruce said that Dick still smelled like a newborn.
That had been what he had seen when he entered the room as they were getting ready for the night. It was Bruce going around holding Dick smelling his head. “They only smell like this for a short while.” Was the answer he got and Clark did smell the baby, and he guessed it smelled like a baby. Soon Bruce got out of the shower and had the towel over his chest.
“Are you okay with me sleeping without a shirt on, it is just easier for feeding purposes.” Clark blinked hard, here he was with batman without a cowl being asked if he would mind him not wearing a shirt. This day had escalated in ways that he had not been able to predict.
“I am fine with whatever you are comfortable with Bruce, that is all that matters to me.” That seemed to be the right thing to say as he got a small smile in return. Bruce hung up the towel and was left shirtless but with pants on. Clark made sure not to look as he did not want to make the other man uncomfortable. Dick in his arms now seemed to have gotten sight of the breast though and was pushing so that he would get closer to Bruce.
“Oh, you are such a hungry baby aren’t you.” Bruce said his voice was so soft, it seemed like when his kids were around, he turned into the biggest softy ever. While Bruce sat down to feed Dick Clark took his turn in the shower. When he came out, he saw that Dick just seemed to have fallen asleep. Bruce had put pillows around and put Dick down so that they could sleep as there was no crib here as well. Bruce pointed at some tissues and Clark brought them over, he got a tired nod and Bruce dried himself before curling into bed.
Clark thankfully woke up before Bruce when Dick started to wake up. He floated so that he would not wake up the other man who was such a light sleeper. Following all of Bruce's instructions he prepared a bottle taking Dick with him out of the room.
Everything was so quiet now, just the hum of the motor working and Dick making small noises. Thankfully he got the bottle ready before any loud crying. He placed the bottle to his lips but Dick just kept pulling on his shirt, and Clark did not want him to start crying so he removed it, and then thankfully he took the bottle.
Clark looked at him as he drank hungry, his eyes watery and he had never in his life gotten baby fever, but there was a first time for everything. He had always found kids so adorable and cute, but having his little body against his, watching how his eyes got tired, God he wanted one.
Changing the diaper was an assault on his super human smell, he did not understand how it could smell so badly. But thankfully it was soon over and Dick got tired so Clark snuck into the room and placed the boy back on Bruce’s bed. The other man curled protectively around the baby and it was all too adorable for him, so he took a quick picture before going back into bed again.
That was how the four days of travel went, for those days it was Clark and Bruce being parents to a baby. It did nothing to help his crush on Bruce but it did not feel like the right time to bring it up, so he would have to wait until they were back on earth.
When they got back the spell was quickly removed off Dick and he turned back into his old self. Then Clark watched as he and Batman left for the zeta tubes. He went back to his apartment but it all felt so wrong to not have a baby with him, to not have Bruce here with him. It all felt so empty even after he spoke to his ma and pa.
Clark found himself listening to Bruce's heart ; he told himself that it was to make sure that the other man was okay. But it was really just an excuse to check on his crush without having to bother the other man.
They had come back on a Friday and Clark had nothing to work on during the weekend and he wondered what he would do to fill the time. That was when his phone buzzed and he took it up, surprised to see a message from a number he did not know.
“Hi, I understand if you have plans but just wanted to ask if you wanted to come over a day. Now that you know who I am I see no reason for you not to visit.” There was only one person who could have sent that text, Bruce. Clark felt giddy and a faint hope that maybe his hopeless crush was not so hopeless after all.
He wrote back that he would love to see them so instead of spending his Saturday in his apartment mopping he would go over to the Wayne manor. Clark thought that he had flown over that place once but had never given it much thought. He went to bed giddy and ready for the next day to arrive.
Clark stood outside of the big door of the manor with a box of chocolates in his hand as his man taught him never to come to another’s house empty handed. He was let in by Alfred the butler and Clark was surprised at how big it was. He knew that it was a big manor but seeing it from the inside was something else.
“Hi, you came.” Brice was walking down the stairs smiling down at him with his youngest on his hip and he looked beautiful.
“Hi, I brought these for you.” Clark handed over his gifts, he had no idea if it was fancy enough for Bruce's taste, no idea really of what he would like. But thankfully it seemed like the other man was pleased with the gift.
“Thank you, Alfred, can you hide these away so the kids don’t demolish them?” Bruce walked up to him and Clark had no idea of how to greet him. Alfred moved away and they were left there standing in front of each other. That was when little Stephanie took a turn throwing her head back. Clark's instincts moved forward and Bruce was pulled forward by her movement. They both straightened now standing so closely together.
If Bruce looked beautiful far away then he was even more stunning up close, his eyes had so many different shades of blue. He could see how the faintest blush moved up the other man's cheek and wondered if that was because of him.
“Let me show you around.” Clark was shown around in the manor, every room was luxurious screaming of money. But there were pictures of all of the kids on the walls reminding him of all the pictures his ma and pa had up off him.
The kids were in the living room playing some game, Jason and Dick were arguing and Cass stood to the side with Tim. She was explaining the game play to the young boy while he just looked at the screen enamoured by all of the bright colours.
“How is it going?” Bruce asked as he walked up to her kissing Tim’s head as he now wanted to be helped by his mom.
“I am playing the loser.” Cass said in a soft voice as she handed Tim over. Clark shook her hand while greeting her and she gave him an all-knowing smile. Clark got the distinct feeling that she knew exactly what his feelings were towards Bruce and could feel himself start to blush. Thankfully that was when the boy’s game was over so they greeted him before Cass moved to play the winner.
“Clark and I will be in the study if you need anything.” The kids waved Bruce off and as Clark moved to leave with Bruce and the youngest, he noticed that Cass winked at him. Flushing he quickly moved to follow Bruce who was walking deeper into the manor.
The study was warm with a sofa and a big desk. Bruce sat down, his back cracking while he stretched out. He let go of Tim who rushed over to Clark, he took the three-year-old into his lap and the boy placed his hands on his cheeks.
Clark could see the resemblance to Bruce clearly, the boy's hair black like Bruce and he seemed to have gotten his shin and nose as well.
“He really looks like you.” Clark said as he started to tickle the little guy in front of him. Tim started laughing trying to get out of his grip.
“Well, I hope to carry him for nine months after all.” Clark laughed and let go of Tim who started to talk about what he guessed was a toy. But the description he got was vague at best, something about a lot of legs and glitter.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you show Clark the toy?” To say that he was surprised that the boy showed up with a sparkly tarantula now his description made sense.
Clark was on the floor playing with Tim as Stephanie was feeding. It was all so, so domestic and Clark did not allow his thoughts to ruin it. Soon both of the kids were asleep for a nap and he was looking into Bruce’s eyes.
“And now you kiss.” Clark looked behind him in surprise; he must have been very preoccupied as he had not heard that the three of them had moved to the door.
“You stop it.” Bruce said scolding Dick but his cheeks were starting to flush. The teenagers just laughed but quiet down when the kids who were sleeping started to move. They carefully moved them into their bedrooms and Alfred called the teens to him, leaving them all alone again.
“Have kids they say, it will be fun they say. I want to know who they are.” Bruce said as he turned to Clark. All he could do was laugh, he was unsure how to handle this situation.
“Do you want to?” He asked after a while as Bruce continued on with his grumbling.
“Do what?” The other man asked him, first Clark did not think Bruce understood what he asked, but then he saw the small smile. He knew and just wanted him to say it.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked thankful that his voice came out confident not betraying his nervousness.
Bruce did not answer him but instead pulled him in for a kiss and Clark willingly went with it. After the first kiss Bruce started to pull back but Clark would not let him but instead pulled him into a deeper kiss. He sat down at the sofa pulling Bruce with him, the other man in his lap Clark loved the weight and the heat coming off him.
They broke apart when there was a knock on the door, pulling away Alfred opened up the door telling them that the food was ready. Clark tried to fix his hair that had been messed up but Bruce did not seem to care.
“Come on, I am hungry.” Bruce said as he grabbed Clark’s hand pulling him away from the study. When they came into the kitchen Clark blushed at the teens knowing looks but he did not regret it at all.
They would have to work out what this was in between them at a later time, just as Bruce was waiting on talking to the rest of the league. Hal and Barry had told everyone what had happened on the plane and Clark was worried about how Bruce would handle it but the other man did not seem bothered at all.
Clark decided not to think about anything of that, he would just enjoy that he was here at the manor. That Bruce was here and that he could kiss him, the kids who he would like to know better. He would just focus at this moment and worry about the rest later.