FIC: The Unusual Family Chapter 6b
Title: The Unusual Family: Chapter 6b
Author: angelinachaser7
Pairing/Characters: AU:Bruce/Clark, Past Bruce/Diana In this chapter: Bruce, Clark, Dick, Tim
Rating: NC-17 (just in case)
Warnings: Unbetaed and sex scenes
Summary: Bruce and Clark are approaching their eight month anniversary together, how do they handle their relationship when you add kids, a wife and just being a superhero in the mix.
Chapter Summary: Bruce and Clark enjoy a night together and something Nightwing and Robin uncover leads to something big in the near future.
Notes: So here it is the second part of Chapter 6, sorry if it's a bit long. Previous Chapter here Chapter 6a
Chapter 6b
The roar of the silver Lamborghini reverberated around the parking garage as it entered and parked. Revving the engine one more time, Bruce turned the engine off and stepped out of the car. Clark exited the car on his side, shaking his head at Bruce. Bruce gave him look as if to say "what?" Clark’s answer was to roll his eyes.
They stepped into the elevator and Bruce entered his special code to access the penthouse. When the elevators doors opened at the top, before Bruce had even had a chance to step out, Clark pulled him towards him, (they had waited long enough) to kiss him again.
Breaking away, Bruce licked his lips and said with a leer “Before we move on to dessert, I think we should at least have dinner first. What did you have planned?”
“Well, I thought I’d cook, but then I thought it might be better to order in. I had Alfred order something from that Italian restaurant you like so much. So it should be arriving soon, but in the meantime I thought we could watch a movie til the food comes.”
“You don’t know what he order do you?” Bruce teased.
“Maybe,” Clark looking sheepish “You’ll just have to wait and see. So about that movie, what did you want watch?”
“Whatever, I’m quite sure we probably won’t watch much of it anyway.”
“Fair point, ok we’ll I guess I’ll pick something then.”
Wandering over to the DVD cabinet, Clark looked through the collection looking for something that was worth watching, but something they didn’t really need to pay attention to. Spotting Die Hard and knowing they had both seen it, it seemed like the perfect film to “watch”. He put it in the DVD player and then went to join Bruce on the couch.
Looking out over Gotham, Robin was enjoying the freedom of being out on his own. No Batman and no Nightwing, it was great feeling, although he still had to check in with Oracle and call Nightwing if anything major happened. They had both been told to only call on Batman if the Joker broke out, but he was heavily sedated in solitary confinement (due to an incident earlier that day) and Oracle had confirmed he was still there.
It was very rare that Robin had the chance to patrol Gotham by himself, usually if Bruce was out of town on business, usually Nightwing would come over from Bludhaven to help with Patrol, but seeing as it had been quiet lately and he was old enough to go out on his own.
Robin shot off a grapple when he heard a scream nearby, finally getting some action. Finding the source he was surprised to see a woman using a trash lid to fight off one of her attackers, but he could see she was slowly losing the battle. The guy she was current hitting with the lid was a rather large guy, about 220 lbs. and 5”11’. The second guy was shorter and thin and he had just pulled out a knife.
“Time to get to work” Robin thought to himself before letting a batarang fly towards the hand holding the knife.
Knife guy immediately dropped the knife and clutched his hand and then looked up, only to see a pair of boots coming straight for him. Falling backwards, he tried to get up, but a few pokes to his neck rendered him unconscious.
The first guy hearing the agonised breathing of his partner turned around and saw his partner lying on the ground and started towards Robin forgetting about the girl.
The girl seeing that the man was otherwise occupied, decided to make a run for it, dropping the garbage lid with a loud clang on the ground.
Robin took a moment to assess his opponent, before jumping into action. It wasn’t til after the two crooks had been subdued and tied up and a call to Oracle for a pickup, that Tim felt he may be used excessive force to bring them down. Especially after today, it was upsetting to hear how one of his brothers had almost been kidnapped. Although it was always a possibility they lived with each day, coming from a family with money and the Wayne name, but you didn’t expect it to actually happen, especially considering they had been out with a person who had been Wonder Woman. He still couldn’t believe Damian had been the one to save the day.
Hearing about a possible robbery on the other side of town from Oracle, he responded and headed off again, disappearing into the night.
Bruce was lying in Clark’s embrace on the couch, unfortunately for Clark, he was also asleep, and so he had had no choice but to watch the movie. Looking at his watch, he figured the food would be arriving soon and decided waking Bruce up before it came was a good idea. Seeing as he had missed out on his make out movie session, he started nibbling on an ear closest to his mouth. He then moved down to his neck, adding a bit of cold air to his breath and blowing, getting a responding shiver.
Carefully floating up, Clark gently switched positions with Bruce and now with Bruce solely on the couch. Clark was able to lie down facing Bruce and proceeded to lightly kiss down his face til he reached Bruce’s lips. He was pleased to hear a soft groan, until blue eyes opened and arms wrapped around him bringing Clark in closer.
With Bruce now awake, the kiss became demanding, Bruce’s tongue sliding in between Clark’s lips and duelling with Clark’s. That was until Clark realised he was floating closer to the edge then he thought and had stopped because Bruce was driving him crazy and the next thing he knew he had fallen off the couch with Bruce landing on top of him.
Not pleased at the interruption, Bruce was glaring at him, but the sound of the intercom, had him redirecting his glare, for which Clark was thankful. Getting up, Bruce walked over to door, fixing his hair and clothes as he went over to buzz in the delivery person. A few moment later, the elevator dinged and Bruce went to get the food, while Clark made his way into the kitchen to grab some plates and utensils. By the time he came back, the delivery person had left and the aroma of the food reminded him it had been a while since he last ate.
Alfred had ordered for them an entrée of bruschetta, with butternut squash gnocchi with prosciutto and sage for the main and for dessert a slice of strawberry cheesecake and a small box with cannoli with chocolate cream filling with a drizzle of raspberry chocolate fudge.
“This looks good” Clark said while dishing up the gnocchi onto two plates and handed one to Bruce, who was trying to eat the bruschetta without the topping falling off. Giving up, he glared it before placing back into its container. He glanced over at Clark trying to stifle a laugh.
“You know glaring at it won’t help it stay on.” And with that said, Clark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, but stopped when a glare was sent his way. Clark decided it might benefit him if Bruce wasn’t mad at him, especially if what he had planned for later was going to happen.
Picking up a fork, Clark started on his Gnocchi, signalling Bruce to do the same. Bruce grumbled about something incoherent under his breath , but picked up his fork and started eating.
“This is really good, what do you think?”
“Yeah, it’s good. So, what have you got planned for later?” Bruce replied around a mouthful of gnocchi.
“It’s a surprise and you’re lucky Alfred isn’t around to see you talking with your mouth full.” Clark chided.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, besides we have the whole place to ourselves, no one is going to know what happens here except us.” Bruce replied, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
Clark felt himself blush, with what thoughts that comment brought up. He thought about skipping the rest of the meal, but decided they had all night. He finished off the rest of his meal and then started on the entrée, while Bruce continued with gnocchi. When they had both finished, Clark moved closer to Bruce and lent against the couch on the floor and Bruce moved in so his back was resting against Clark’s chest with their legs stretched out in from of them.
Reaching forward, Bruce took the container containing the cheesecake and a fork from the coffee table. He took a couple of bites and then handed the rest to Clark, who was looking jealously at it. Clark ate a couple of bites himself and then gave a forkful of the sweet dessert to Bruce. Soon the rest of the cheesecake had been devoured and the container and fork left abandoned on the floor, tongues duelling for control in a fierce kiss.
Breathing heavily, Clark used his strength to get a better position on top of Bruce, while Bruce brought his hands into Clark’s hair, pulling him closer. Hands, lips, tongues and teeth explored over and under clothing. Both men were growling from lack of skin on skin contact and then clothing was being thrown off, leaving them both naked.
They were both rolling on the floor trying to wrestle the other for dominance, until Clark rolled on top of the forgotten fork, yelping in surprise, which caused Bruce to stop and look questioningly at Clark.
“Sorry, I landed on the fork, forgot about that” reaching back and pulling out the offending utensil from under his ass.
Bruce rolled his eyes and then got up off the floor, walking away. Noticing Clark wasn’t following him, he turned his head to see a hurt look on his face.
“You coming?” Seeing Clark’s look turn from hurt to confusion, he added with a slight smirk “I thought we should move it into the bedroom, so nothing else gets jabbed where it shouldn’t. Oh and bring the box of cannoli.”
Two seconds later, thanks to Clark’s super-speed, they were both in bed and the box of cannoli was by the nightstand, ready to be devoured later. Much, much later, that is after they had devoured each other first.
Robin’s night had been pretty quiet, a few muggings, a bank robbery and an attempted rape at the start of the night. It had been quiet in Bludhaven too, so Nightwing had come over to Gotham to check up on Robin, (not that he told Robin that, of course).
Currently they were hanging out on the building next to the GCPD’s major crimes unit. Robin was watching Commissioner Gordon, filling out some paperwork. Nightwing was looking across at Wayne towers, hoping Clark was treating his adopted father to a relaxing night away from home. To him, everything seemed to be more chaotic since Diana had come home, although it wasn’t fair to blame Diana for it all. After all she had made Bruce very happy for a time and then her mother died and she had had to leave Bruce behind. He had never seen Bruce so depressed after she left, he was clever to hide it from everyone, but Alfred and he had seen that he was lost without her. So when Clark’s marriage had broken down and he had moved into the manor, Bruce’s mood seemed to have improve somewhat and the two had become closer, until eventually Clark had moved into Bruce’s room and bed.
It was a little weird in the beginning, when Bruce’s relationship with Clark became something more than friendship, as Bruce had always been interested in women. But if Clark made him happy, then he was happy for them too.
Realising Robin had been trying to get his attention, he turn back to look at his brother.
“What?”
“I said. Do think B and S are having a good time tonight?”
“I hope so. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow though. So what’s the plan for the rest of the night?”
"Not sure. It’s still pretty early and it’s so quiet. But it’s been like this for a while now. I just know someone is planning something big and it’s only a matter of time before they show themselves. But at the moment I’m happy to deal with the other lowlifes instead.”
“Yeah, but that kind of gets old after a while, especially with petty crime on the rise again. Some of these lowlifes are more likely to stay in, then go out on the streets, especially when some of the rouges are out, but even they all seem to be staying put. I have a feeling whatever it is coming in from out of town or something is happening in Arkham that we don’t about yet.”
“Good point.” Robin said glancing back towards Gordon’s office, Montoya and Bullock had just entered. Seems like everyone was having a quiet night.
A couple of hours later, Nightwing and Robin were over by the docks. They had gotten wind of a possible firearms smuggling ring from an informant, while taking down a couple of thugs over near amusement isle. Now, they were watching a couple of men arguing over something in hushed voices.
In the distance, the sound of a boat engine was fast approaching and the two men hurried over to wait for the incoming boat. Nightwing radioed to Oracle to call the GCPD for backup, Oracle had already informed them of the tipoff, but they needed more information before moving in.
As the boat approached, they could see at least four men on top and another was coming up from the cabin below. Nightwing signalled to Robin he was going to try to get closer on the ground and for Robin to do the same from up high. Up to date with the plan, they headed off.
Robin shot out a line to one of the buildings overlooking the waterfront and watched as Nightwing made his way across the open. Keeping an eye on Nightwing just incase, he quickly headed over to get into position.
Keeping to the shadows, Nightwing made his way around the back of one of the warehouses and came up near where the boat was docked. From this distance he was able to hear what they were saying.
“Hey Jimmy, hurry up and move these crates, I wanna get outta here before the bat shows up. I knew it was a bad idea, but the boss was like, “Bobby, the client is in Gotham, so that’s where the shipment goes, if the bat got a problem with it, then show him ya guns, word has it he don’t like guns.” I tell ya if this thing goes south, I’m gonna find a new boss."
“Well it looks like that’s going to be sooner than you think.” Robin said swinging down from his advantage point taking out one of the guys on the dock and then threw a batarang at another thug with a gun.
“Oh hell, I knew it, I knew this would happen. It’s the Bats”
“Hey boss, it just the kid.”
“Yeah and I’m sure the Bat is just hiding in the shadows, giving us a false sense of hope.”
Jumping into the fight, Nightwing took out Jimmy and then got out his escrima sticks, taking out another Robin had disarmed a moment ago.
“Sorry guys, but you got me tonight, so I’ll try to make it quick” Nightwing said swinging his escrima sticks around and taking out the guy sneaking up from behind.
Soon all of the smugglers were out for the count except the one called Bobby. One person had to be retrieved from the water after falling in, (the guy had started freaking out because he couldn’t swim, once he had been rescued he had passed out).
Opening up a crate, Robin was able to see that was it was a mixture of semi and fully automatic guns and a few large packages of white powder, which looked like cocaine.
“What’s in the crate, Robin?”
“A selection of guns ranging from semi to fully automatic hand guns, machine guns and rifles and some narcotics”
Looking over at the leader, Nightwing said with a slight chuckle “Well, it looks like your night just got worse.” Turning back to Robin, “Hey do want to call this in? I might see if I can find out who the shipment to going to and who his boss is before the Gotham finest turn up to the party.”
Robin nodded and then went off to contact Oracle to send in the blues, Nightwing decided to interrogate the leader of this operation.
They tumbled on the bed when they first flown into the room and had been exploring each other extensively for the last couple of hours. Pounding hearts, heavy breathing and sated bodies had collapsed in sheer exhaustion, only Clark had had the energy to move them into a more comfortable position before succumbing to sleep.
Bruce could feel Clark beginning to wake, a hand reached down further to stroke along his length, arousing him into hardness again. He could feel Clark pressing into him from behind and let out a moan of both pleasure and pain as Clark pushed in. Bruce’s hand reached down to join Clark’s, finding a rhythm as Clark pulled in and out, increasing the speed until Bruce reached completion, letting Clark ride out his own.
Drawing Bruce closer, Clark slowly slid out, causing Bruce to groan from the loss of pleasure of being filled so deeply, but sore. Feeling boneless, he groaned even more when Clark shifted to sit up bringing Bruce up with him. Turning onto his side, the growled his displeasure of being moved, especially when sitting caused too much pain, at least for the moment. He watched as Clark reached over to grab the last of the cannoli from the nightstand. He took a bite and took the offered dessert to bruce, dropping a bit of cream on Clark’s chest. As he leaned over to lick it up, Clark ate the last bit, so when Bruce looked up it was all gone. Clark took the opportunity to kiss him, savouring the taste of the sweetness of pastry, chocolate and cream and the taste of Bruce was the perfect end to the night. Pulling apart, they settled back down between the sheets and wrapped around each other and slowly falling asleep to softly spoken words of I love you.
Nightwing was surprised to hear who was behind the shipment of drugs and guns and was even more surprised they had even attempted it in the first place, when they knew they would probably get caught. As Robin and Nightwing watched the smugglers being taken away by the GCPD, they couldn’t help but wonder what else they had uncovered with this new information.
Deciding to call it a night, they returned to the cave to shower and change and turn in for the night. Dick decided to stay at the manor, much to Tim’s delight.
Meanwhile, a dark figure had been watching the action from afar. Knowing his plan was now in motion, it was only a matter of time before the real fun began. Although, he had to wonder where the Bat was, he had been out every other night except tonight. Oh well, the plan would still go ahead with or without the Bat. But it would ruin the surprise if Batman didn’t turn up to the party in the end, hopefully he wouldn’t be disappointed.
Bruce opened his eyes and he waited til his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, only the light from the city below illuminated through the window creating more darkness than light. Clark was spooned up behind him, arms were wrapped low around his waist. He was still asleep, but would soon awaken.