Fic: Life Happened Chapter 5
Fandom: Timmverse
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mpreg
Pairings: Bruce/Clark
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Summary: 'The Plan' for his life has gone awry. Batman blames Superman.
Life Happened
Bruce leaned against the fridge as Jason lay in his arm drinking hungrily from a bottle. He was use to odd hours and not sleeping for days on end, but this was insane.
Jason finished the bottle and Bruce looked up as Alfred come in looking chirper and well-rested. Spending time with his parents was important for parental bonding his ass; Alfred just didn’t want to get up for the 4 am feedings.
As Alfred started breakfast Tim stumbled to the kitchen counter and glared at the now happily sleeping bundle.
“How long is he going to whine at all hours for?”
Bruce nearly rolled his eyes.
“Twenty years,” he said, and leaned over the counter where Alfred was currently writing out a very long shopping list.
“Why are we getting all this stuff, Alfred?”
“Cause it’s Thanksgiving next week, duh.”
Right, with everything else in his life gone topsy-turvy Bruce had completely forgotten. And in five weeks time we’ll have this whole place looking like a Norman Rockwell painting. Because nothing says happy holidays like a 12 foot tall dead pine tree in the living room.
“I know you don’t really like to celebrate the holiday, Master Bruce, but I thought that...well with the little one now you might be more inclined.”
Bruce looked at Jason who was still sleeping, and drooling, on his arm. Yes it would be important for him, and besides there was endless potential embarrassment if in six years time he was wearing a turkey costume for the school play. Thinking more on it Bruce knew he should celebrate this year. He did have a lot to be thankful for. “You’re right, Alfred, and I know someone who should be here too.”
***
The trip to Kansas had been uncomfortable; cramped into an economy seat on a full airplane because he didn’t want to be recognized. A short ride in a rental car brought him to the proper residence. He stood there for a moment, feeling tense, but there was no turning back he had put this off long enough. In fact when Alfred had learned that there was another person that was family for Jason he had nearly thrown a fit.
So, Bruce pushed the snow off his jacket and walked up to the door of the small farm house. He knocked and an elderly woman answered the door.
“Martha Kent?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Bruce Wayne. I-”
“I know who you are, Mr. Wayne, your secretary informed that you would be coming and I don’t need your charity.”
“Please, Mrs. Kent, you misunderstand. I’ve been a friend of Clark’s for years now and I feel he would want me to make sure you were all right.”
She looked at him again, more closely this time, and there was a spark of recognition in her eyes. “Yes I did see you at the funeral, but ten months is a rather long time after to give condolences, for those of us with manners.”
“I understand and I apologize for not coming before, but I have something I need to discuss with you, please?”
She looked him over again and finally nodded.
“I know it’s rather short notice, but I wanted to ask you to spend the holidays with my family.”
Well that certainly was a forward invitation. It was not totally unwelcomed though. She knew Jonathan would want her to go on without him and she had no real plans. With all of her family gone there seemed to be little reason to celebrate, but if he wished to be altruistic or relieve some sense of guilt it couldn’t hurt.
“All right.”
For the ride home Bruce got a proper jet.
***
As they arrived at the manor Martha was forced to re-evaluate her initial impression of Mr. Wayne. He had impeccable manners and certainly knew how to treat a lady.
“I didn’t think you would be the type to drive your own car, Mr. Wayne,” said as they parked in that garage and he took her inside.
“Alfred always cooks too much and insists on watching it all for the day with no interruptions.”
“I see.”
She watched him closely. He was so different from Clark. She wondered just how her son had gotten involved with a man like him. As he took her around some of the mansion she began to form an opinion on that. His parents killed in front of him as a young boy by a criminal. A billionaire, with unlimited resources to put words towards crime fighting perhaps, he would be able to disappear for weeks at a time if the situation called for it. Yes she was beginning to think she knew how. Different men with the same goal, and he was very charming.
They came back to the living and Martha took a seat on one of the couches when someone knocked on the front door.
Bruce answered it and almost did a double-take at the man on his threshold.
“Dick, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“It’s a time for family right? And I wanted to see the baby-bat.”
Bruce cringed and Dick looked over to see Martha on the nearest couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t-”
Martha just waved it off.
“It’s all right I thought you might be.”
“What gave it away?”
“Little things. Now you mentioned a baby?”
Bruce stood there and stuffed his hands into his pockets; unsure of how exactly to tell her about her grandson. It turned out to be unnecessary though as Tim came in at that moment, holding a cranky looking baby at arms length.
“He needs you.”
Bruce glanced at Dick.
Dick threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, don’t look at me I don’t live here.”
“Excuse me.”
Martha watched him go with the baby, shocked at the resemblance. Bruce and Clark had failed to mention they were quite that close.
Dick came over and held out his hand.
“We haven’t been properly introduced.”
“Martha Kent.”
“Dick Grayson,” he said while trying to hide his shock. He recognized the last name immediately and couldn’t quite believe that Bruce was going to all this trouble. Having the kid was one thing, but actually meeting the parents? He didn’t think Bruce had ever done that before. Maybe he wouldn’t totally screw this up after all. “Nice to meet you. So, what brings you here?”
“Mr. Wayne invited me to discuss something.”
“Really? Well stranger things have happened. Has he told you about the time when he and Superman-”
Dick didn’t get to finish his, no doubt, thrilling tale as Bruce came back into the living room; with a fresher smelling Jason in his arms.
“Go help Alfred in the kitchen!”
“Same old Bruce,” Dick said, with a smile and vacated the living room.
Bruce sat down next to her with the little one and Martha found that she didn’t care how he came to be. He was here and she loved him already.
“May I hold him?”
Bruce handed him over and Martha set about smoothing his hair, and taking in those beautiful eyes that she had seen herself, over three decades ago, one night in a field in Kansas.
“He’s Clark’s isn’t he?”
“How did you-”
She smiled. “A mother knows,” she said, as Jason curled both hands around her finger.
“What is his name?”
“Jason.”
It was a nice name. She looked at the baby again and started to cry. It was a long held dream of her son’s, fulfilled, and he couldn’t be there to enjoy it.
“He’ll be so happy to know if…if he comes back.”
Bruce put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. “When he comes back.”
“Yes.” she smiled. “Yes, when he comes back.”
In an impulsive move he leaned in and hugged her.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kent, for coming and for accepting all this. If there is anything I can do to-”
“You can start by calling me Martha.”
(End chapter 5)
Chapter 6
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mpreg
Pairings: Bruce/Clark
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Summary: 'The Plan' for his life has gone awry. Batman blames Superman.
Life Happened
Bruce leaned against the fridge as Jason lay in his arm drinking hungrily from a bottle. He was use to odd hours and not sleeping for days on end, but this was insane.
Jason finished the bottle and Bruce looked up as Alfred come in looking chirper and well-rested. Spending time with his parents was important for parental bonding his ass; Alfred just didn’t want to get up for the 4 am feedings.
As Alfred started breakfast Tim stumbled to the kitchen counter and glared at the now happily sleeping bundle.
“How long is he going to whine at all hours for?”
Bruce nearly rolled his eyes.
“Twenty years,” he said, and leaned over the counter where Alfred was currently writing out a very long shopping list.
“Why are we getting all this stuff, Alfred?”
“Cause it’s Thanksgiving next week, duh.”
Right, with everything else in his life gone topsy-turvy Bruce had completely forgotten. And in five weeks time we’ll have this whole place looking like a Norman Rockwell painting. Because nothing says happy holidays like a 12 foot tall dead pine tree in the living room.
“I know you don’t really like to celebrate the holiday, Master Bruce, but I thought that...well with the little one now you might be more inclined.”
Bruce looked at Jason who was still sleeping, and drooling, on his arm. Yes it would be important for him, and besides there was endless potential embarrassment if in six years time he was wearing a turkey costume for the school play. Thinking more on it Bruce knew he should celebrate this year. He did have a lot to be thankful for. “You’re right, Alfred, and I know someone who should be here too.”
***
The trip to Kansas had been uncomfortable; cramped into an economy seat on a full airplane because he didn’t want to be recognized. A short ride in a rental car brought him to the proper residence. He stood there for a moment, feeling tense, but there was no turning back he had put this off long enough. In fact when Alfred had learned that there was another person that was family for Jason he had nearly thrown a fit.
So, Bruce pushed the snow off his jacket and walked up to the door of the small farm house. He knocked and an elderly woman answered the door.
“Martha Kent?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Bruce Wayne. I-”
“I know who you are, Mr. Wayne, your secretary informed that you would be coming and I don’t need your charity.”
“Please, Mrs. Kent, you misunderstand. I’ve been a friend of Clark’s for years now and I feel he would want me to make sure you were all right.”
She looked at him again, more closely this time, and there was a spark of recognition in her eyes. “Yes I did see you at the funeral, but ten months is a rather long time after to give condolences, for those of us with manners.”
“I understand and I apologize for not coming before, but I have something I need to discuss with you, please?”
She looked him over again and finally nodded.
“I know it’s rather short notice, but I wanted to ask you to spend the holidays with my family.”
Well that certainly was a forward invitation. It was not totally unwelcomed though. She knew Jonathan would want her to go on without him and she had no real plans. With all of her family gone there seemed to be little reason to celebrate, but if he wished to be altruistic or relieve some sense of guilt it couldn’t hurt.
“All right.”
For the ride home Bruce got a proper jet.
***
As they arrived at the manor Martha was forced to re-evaluate her initial impression of Mr. Wayne. He had impeccable manners and certainly knew how to treat a lady.
“I didn’t think you would be the type to drive your own car, Mr. Wayne,” said as they parked in that garage and he took her inside.
“Alfred always cooks too much and insists on watching it all for the day with no interruptions.”
“I see.”
She watched him closely. He was so different from Clark. She wondered just how her son had gotten involved with a man like him. As he took her around some of the mansion she began to form an opinion on that. His parents killed in front of him as a young boy by a criminal. A billionaire, with unlimited resources to put words towards crime fighting perhaps, he would be able to disappear for weeks at a time if the situation called for it. Yes she was beginning to think she knew how. Different men with the same goal, and he was very charming.
They came back to the living and Martha took a seat on one of the couches when someone knocked on the front door.
Bruce answered it and almost did a double-take at the man on his threshold.
“Dick, I wasn’t expecting you.”
“It’s a time for family right? And I wanted to see the baby-bat.”
Bruce cringed and Dick looked over to see Martha on the nearest couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t-”
Martha just waved it off.
“It’s all right I thought you might be.”
“What gave it away?”
“Little things. Now you mentioned a baby?”
Bruce stood there and stuffed his hands into his pockets; unsure of how exactly to tell her about her grandson. It turned out to be unnecessary though as Tim came in at that moment, holding a cranky looking baby at arms length.
“He needs you.”
Bruce glanced at Dick.
Dick threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, don’t look at me I don’t live here.”
“Excuse me.”
Martha watched him go with the baby, shocked at the resemblance. Bruce and Clark had failed to mention they were quite that close.
Dick came over and held out his hand.
“We haven’t been properly introduced.”
“Martha Kent.”
“Dick Grayson,” he said while trying to hide his shock. He recognized the last name immediately and couldn’t quite believe that Bruce was going to all this trouble. Having the kid was one thing, but actually meeting the parents? He didn’t think Bruce had ever done that before. Maybe he wouldn’t totally screw this up after all. “Nice to meet you. So, what brings you here?”
“Mr. Wayne invited me to discuss something.”
“Really? Well stranger things have happened. Has he told you about the time when he and Superman-”
Dick didn’t get to finish his, no doubt, thrilling tale as Bruce came back into the living room; with a fresher smelling Jason in his arms.
“Go help Alfred in the kitchen!”
“Same old Bruce,” Dick said, with a smile and vacated the living room.
Bruce sat down next to her with the little one and Martha found that she didn’t care how he came to be. He was here and she loved him already.
“May I hold him?”
Bruce handed him over and Martha set about smoothing his hair, and taking in those beautiful eyes that she had seen herself, over three decades ago, one night in a field in Kansas.
“He’s Clark’s isn’t he?”
“How did you-”
She smiled. “A mother knows,” she said, as Jason curled both hands around her finger.
“What is his name?”
“Jason.”
It was a nice name. She looked at the baby again and started to cry. It was a long held dream of her son’s, fulfilled, and he couldn’t be there to enjoy it.
“He’ll be so happy to know if…if he comes back.”
Bruce put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. “When he comes back.”
“Yes.” she smiled. “Yes, when he comes back.”
In an impulsive move he leaned in and hugged her.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kent, for coming and for accepting all this. If there is anything I can do to-”
“You can start by calling me Martha.”
(End chapter 5)
Chapter 6