Fic: Life Happened Chapter 4
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.
Hooray I’ve finally managed an update! After work has been running me ragged and the muses all ran off to another fandom.
Life Happened
“I need a six letter word for ‘in a house by the sea’.”
“Prison.”
“Bruce, don’t be such a grouch.”
As Dick swam by Bruce glared at him over the top of the book he was reading for the forth time that week, before leaning back in his chair and just staring at the bump nearly bulging out of his shirt. Years of hard training and discipline reduced to that in the span of five months. It was humiliating. He should have been grateful that his family was making him stay home; away from the eyes of others, but after four weeks of confinement everything in the manor had lost its novelty. There was nothing good about this whole situation he decided, just as the baby delivered a swift kick to his liver. Okay maybe there was one good thing. Maybe.
Just then Alfred came out to the pool.
“Sorry to disturb your leisure time sirs and madam, but a break-in has just been reported at the Gotham museum.”
“Well so much for the vacation.”
“You should know better than to spend your off time here, bro.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to see pretty ladies.”
Barbara set aside her magazine and got up from her deck chair.
“Flattery will get you no where.”
Dick just smiled at her as the boys got out of the pool and headed back inside.
“I’m coming with you,” Bruce said quickly, as he went after them.
Tim snorted “Yeah, right, even if we let you, you couldn’t fit into the Batsuit now.”
“No, but since no one will let me out of the manor I’ve had a lot of time to tinker and I have something new to try.”
They arrived in the cave and Bruce handed them three small ear pieces.
“It’s a new com-link I make no promises on having any future connections with the league, but since I am stuck in the cave until further notice I think we should have a proper command base.”
***
The command base experiment was going well for its first test. Bruce was able to track their movements easily, and with their information begin mapping out locations and possible criminal routes for a pattern. It would certainly save a lot of time not having to go back to the cave from patrol to perform these tasks in future. Now if only they could deal with the static.
“Batman, I can’t take this anymore! There’s too much feedback!”
“That’s what these tests are for. Check the loading zone on the east side and I’ll see you later tonight.”
“We promise to have fun for you,” Robin said, and turned off the com-link.
Bruce continued working for several more minutes until he suddenly bent over the keyboard as a sharp stabbing pain seared through his abdomen. He breathed through it as it eased, only to have it flare up again minutes later. It didn’t taken him long to deduce what was happening. The pain was rhythmic and his body had no idea what to do with itself. He was in labour, but it was too early, he wasn’t due for another three months at least! Unless…he was an idiot! There had been no reason to assume that the pregnancy would automatically go for nine months, why should it, who knew how long kryptoniain women carried for anyway? Yet he had planned this around the human model, they all had. He should have known better the child was large already, but he had put it down to meta-human growth. Next month they would have performed a caesarean section had that rate of growth continued. He thought it would be okay, he clenched his teeth together as the pain came again, obviously something had gone wrong. Quickly he hit the intercom.
“Alfred, it appears we have misjudged the timeline for the child’s growth.”
“When can we be expecting it then, sir?”
“Now.”
He had never seen Alfred move so fast before. The door to the cave opened and he practically flew down the stairs into the cave to help Bruce over to the medical area.
Alfred prepped the area quickly as Bruce lay there and continued working through the pain, and did his best not to have flashbacks to Alien. Tim was going to be grounded for a week for making him watch that movie.
“I’ve already made the call to Leslie, Master Bruce.”
“I don’t think she’ll make it, Alfred.”
He nodded and prepared to do what needed to be done.
“Remember, Alfred, if anything goes wrong you save him not me.”
“Yes, sir.”
The procedure went ahead and Alfred acted like a man who had done this a thousand times before. Bruce on the other hand could do nothing but worry. This wasn’t how they planned it. Leslie should have been here. They shouldn’t even been doing this here! He should be use to it really, nothing ever seemed to go the way he planned it lately. Bruce blamed Clark. Blaming Clark made everything better.
“Just relax, sir, it will be easier that way.”
Bruce nodded, tilted his head back, listening to the beeping of all the monitoring machines and wondered where in the universe Clark was by now and if he would ever know what he was doing for him. How much Bruce wished he could have been here for this, how much he should have been here for this.
Time seemed to slow as Alfred made the incision. The pain and anxiety made it seem as if would go on forever and then in an instant it was all over. The pressure lifted and the first cries were heard. Alfred began cleaning it up as Bruce began to clean himself up as best he could under the circumstances.
“Is he all right?”
“Yes, Master Bruce, he is just fine.”
The child was cleaned and swaddled and Alfred carried him over to his father.
“You do make a right mess of yourself, sir.”
Bruce just looked sheepish as Alfred placed the squalling and yet perfect being in his arms and finished what Bruce had started. Bruce looked at him. Tracing one hand across his face, noting which features looked like him and which resembled Clark. After all that time he was finally here, his boy; his and Clark’s. It had been hard there was no doubt about that, but after all those times of thinking it had not been worth it holding him at that moment Bruce knew that it had been.
***
It was late or early depending on how one wished to think about it when the rest of the bat-family finally returned. They walked slowly to the entrance while Tim recounted his brilliant capture of one of the thieves, for the third time.
“You should have seen it, Dick! I had him on the ground and then I-”
He was cut off as a cry echoed through the cave. All three looked at each other and then raced up to the medical area to find Bruce holding a bundle of blankets in his arms and looking like he’d gone ten rounds with Bane.
“Always have to do everything against the odds don’t you?”
“Of course I do, Dick. You can come closer you three you know he doesn’t bite, yet.”
They came over, curious and yet not wanting to disrupt what was clearly a precious scene. Of course no one said that out loud though because it was nice to see Bruce not glaring at things for once.
“Can we hold him?”
Bruce nodded and gently passed him to Tim.
“He’s kinda red and wrinkly.” Tim said, and quickly passed him to Barbara
“I know, isn’t he precious?” Barbara cooed.
“Girls are so weird, is head supposed to look like a cone?”
“You get use to girls, kid, and it'll look better later. He does have nice eyes though,” Nightwing said as he took the baby.
Bruce had to agree. From a distance most people would have said the boy had his father’s eyes. They were blue certainly, but much deeper than his own, almost inhuman in colour. He knew whose eyes they really were, and it only made him miss the man all the more.
“So, what are you going to call him?” Tim asked.
“Jason, Jason Thomas Wayne.”
“Well at least it’s a nice name. Not something dorky like William or Anthony.”
Nightwing smiled down at his newly christened brother. “Welcome to the family, kid, you don’t have a hope in Hell of a normal life.”
(End Chapter 4)
Chapter 5
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.
Hooray I’ve finally managed an update! After work has been running me ragged and the muses all ran off to another fandom.
Life Happened
“I need a six letter word for ‘in a house by the sea’.”
“Prison.”
“Bruce, don’t be such a grouch.”
As Dick swam by Bruce glared at him over the top of the book he was reading for the forth time that week, before leaning back in his chair and just staring at the bump nearly bulging out of his shirt. Years of hard training and discipline reduced to that in the span of five months. It was humiliating. He should have been grateful that his family was making him stay home; away from the eyes of others, but after four weeks of confinement everything in the manor had lost its novelty. There was nothing good about this whole situation he decided, just as the baby delivered a swift kick to his liver. Okay maybe there was one good thing. Maybe.
Just then Alfred came out to the pool.
“Sorry to disturb your leisure time sirs and madam, but a break-in has just been reported at the Gotham museum.”
“Well so much for the vacation.”
“You should know better than to spend your off time here, bro.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to see pretty ladies.”
Barbara set aside her magazine and got up from her deck chair.
“Flattery will get you no where.”
Dick just smiled at her as the boys got out of the pool and headed back inside.
“I’m coming with you,” Bruce said quickly, as he went after them.
Tim snorted “Yeah, right, even if we let you, you couldn’t fit into the Batsuit now.”
“No, but since no one will let me out of the manor I’ve had a lot of time to tinker and I have something new to try.”
They arrived in the cave and Bruce handed them three small ear pieces.
“It’s a new com-link I make no promises on having any future connections with the league, but since I am stuck in the cave until further notice I think we should have a proper command base.”
***
The command base experiment was going well for its first test. Bruce was able to track their movements easily, and with their information begin mapping out locations and possible criminal routes for a pattern. It would certainly save a lot of time not having to go back to the cave from patrol to perform these tasks in future. Now if only they could deal with the static.
“Batman, I can’t take this anymore! There’s too much feedback!”
“That’s what these tests are for. Check the loading zone on the east side and I’ll see you later tonight.”
“We promise to have fun for you,” Robin said, and turned off the com-link.
Bruce continued working for several more minutes until he suddenly bent over the keyboard as a sharp stabbing pain seared through his abdomen. He breathed through it as it eased, only to have it flare up again minutes later. It didn’t taken him long to deduce what was happening. The pain was rhythmic and his body had no idea what to do with itself. He was in labour, but it was too early, he wasn’t due for another three months at least! Unless…he was an idiot! There had been no reason to assume that the pregnancy would automatically go for nine months, why should it, who knew how long kryptoniain women carried for anyway? Yet he had planned this around the human model, they all had. He should have known better the child was large already, but he had put it down to meta-human growth. Next month they would have performed a caesarean section had that rate of growth continued. He thought it would be okay, he clenched his teeth together as the pain came again, obviously something had gone wrong. Quickly he hit the intercom.
“Alfred, it appears we have misjudged the timeline for the child’s growth.”
“When can we be expecting it then, sir?”
“Now.”
He had never seen Alfred move so fast before. The door to the cave opened and he practically flew down the stairs into the cave to help Bruce over to the medical area.
Alfred prepped the area quickly as Bruce lay there and continued working through the pain, and did his best not to have flashbacks to Alien. Tim was going to be grounded for a week for making him watch that movie.
“I’ve already made the call to Leslie, Master Bruce.”
“I don’t think she’ll make it, Alfred.”
He nodded and prepared to do what needed to be done.
“Remember, Alfred, if anything goes wrong you save him not me.”
“Yes, sir.”
The procedure went ahead and Alfred acted like a man who had done this a thousand times before. Bruce on the other hand could do nothing but worry. This wasn’t how they planned it. Leslie should have been here. They shouldn’t even been doing this here! He should be use to it really, nothing ever seemed to go the way he planned it lately. Bruce blamed Clark. Blaming Clark made everything better.
“Just relax, sir, it will be easier that way.”
Bruce nodded, tilted his head back, listening to the beeping of all the monitoring machines and wondered where in the universe Clark was by now and if he would ever know what he was doing for him. How much Bruce wished he could have been here for this, how much he should have been here for this.
Time seemed to slow as Alfred made the incision. The pain and anxiety made it seem as if would go on forever and then in an instant it was all over. The pressure lifted and the first cries were heard. Alfred began cleaning it up as Bruce began to clean himself up as best he could under the circumstances.
“Is he all right?”
“Yes, Master Bruce, he is just fine.”
The child was cleaned and swaddled and Alfred carried him over to his father.
“You do make a right mess of yourself, sir.”
Bruce just looked sheepish as Alfred placed the squalling and yet perfect being in his arms and finished what Bruce had started. Bruce looked at him. Tracing one hand across his face, noting which features looked like him and which resembled Clark. After all that time he was finally here, his boy; his and Clark’s. It had been hard there was no doubt about that, but after all those times of thinking it had not been worth it holding him at that moment Bruce knew that it had been.
***
It was late or early depending on how one wished to think about it when the rest of the bat-family finally returned. They walked slowly to the entrance while Tim recounted his brilliant capture of one of the thieves, for the third time.
“You should have seen it, Dick! I had him on the ground and then I-”
He was cut off as a cry echoed through the cave. All three looked at each other and then raced up to the medical area to find Bruce holding a bundle of blankets in his arms and looking like he’d gone ten rounds with Bane.
“Always have to do everything against the odds don’t you?”
“Of course I do, Dick. You can come closer you three you know he doesn’t bite, yet.”
They came over, curious and yet not wanting to disrupt what was clearly a precious scene. Of course no one said that out loud though because it was nice to see Bruce not glaring at things for once.
“Can we hold him?”
Bruce nodded and gently passed him to Tim.
“He’s kinda red and wrinkly.” Tim said, and quickly passed him to Barbara
“I know, isn’t he precious?” Barbara cooed.
“Girls are so weird, is head supposed to look like a cone?”
“You get use to girls, kid, and it'll look better later. He does have nice eyes though,” Nightwing said as he took the baby.
Bruce had to agree. From a distance most people would have said the boy had his father’s eyes. They were blue certainly, but much deeper than his own, almost inhuman in colour. He knew whose eyes they really were, and it only made him miss the man all the more.
“So, what are you going to call him?” Tim asked.
“Jason, Jason Thomas Wayne.”
“Well at least it’s a nice name. Not something dorky like William or Anthony.”
Nightwing smiled down at his newly christened brother. “Welcome to the family, kid, you don’t have a hope in Hell of a normal life.”
(End Chapter 4)
Chapter 5