Title: Marked and Unclaimed
Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Superman Returns (2006), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
Relationship: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg
Notes: Shitty title I know.

Excerpt for the summary: Dick never thought it'd come to this. Sure, Bruce had fucked his way in and out of society before he took Dick in, but at least he'd been safe. With Clark, however, Bruce may not have been as careful. Maybe because he trusted Clark. He let Clark mark him.

More notes: Just a little drabble, a plot bunny that wouldn't go away. It was supposed to be a long ass fic with the birth and Clark's return and seeing the baby grown up a little and missing his first steps and words and especially realizing that he'd left Bruce, but I'm in deep shit with my thesis and I'm waayyy too lazy right now. The thing about Clark leaving for like five years was taken from Superman Returns. Dick and Alfred are betas, Jason and Clark are alphas, Tim and Bruce are omegas.

Dick never thought it'd come to this. Sure, Bruce had fucked his way in and out of society before he took Dick in, but at least he'd been safe. With Clark, however, Bruce may not have been as careful. Maybe because he trusted Clark. He let Clark mark him.

And now, just a little after four in the morning, Dick had just gotten out of the cape and cowl, and was about to get some rest. It was something that Bruce refused to give up until he realized that this might be the first and also the last time he's going to be given a chance at continuing his bloodline. And Clark's.

With his uniform set aside and with him dressed in something comfortable to sleep in, he made his up to Bruce's room. After the whole fiasco, and Bruce's early retirement, Alfred thought it would be best for Bruce to withdraw from society and live with his family in peace. An unclaimed omega was dangerous, and since Bruce didn't want that kind of news spreading around, he agreed to living in a remote place in France, where Alfred had bought a nice, not so little vacation house. Bruce didn't even know why Alfred bought a vacation house in France when they didn't even use it.

It had everything they needed, from a bunk under the house to serve as a Cave, a teleportation platform in it if ever Dick came from the Watchtower, or if ever any of them wanted to go home and they didn't have to magically and suspiciously appear in front of the house, and a security system to ward all nearby, if any, Alphas and Betas. And a lot of scent masks. Only the Lord knew what would happen if anyone scented a marked and unclaimed omega.

Dick made his way quietly into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed where Bruce was on his side facing away from the door, wearing a loose shirt and some sweats, with his blanket kicked to the foot of the bed. The young beta smiled fondly, and pressed a hand to Bruce's growing belly. He felt the child shift under the taut skin, and the movement caused Bruce to wake.

"Dick?"

"Hey, Bruce," whispered Dick, "Strong kid in there, huh?"

"Yeah, a little too strong sometimes," Bruce answered sleepily. "Just got back?"

"Uh-huh," replied Dick, getting back on his feet to reach for the covers from Bruce's feet and to pull it over him. "Sorry for waking you. Just wanted to check on you. Cooking that kid must be tiring,"

Bruce changed his position and laid on his side facing Dick. "It's taking too long, but exciting at times, if not too boring," he yawned, "You're not injured are you? Or bleeding?" he tried to sit up.

"Nope, not anything," Dick gently pushed Bruce back down. "Go back to sleep. I patrolled alone tonight. Tim said he got here around eight after some stuff at school, but you were already asleep,"

"You should get some sleep, too," said Bruce as he drifted to sleep again.

Dick just smiled. "Good night, Bruce,"

"Good night, Richard," Bruce said absently before falling asleep.

Alfred, Dick, Jason and Tim didn't do this—taking care of Bruce, making sure he was okay, making sure and trying their best he had at least one of the birds with him at all times—because Bruce was an omega, or that he's on the edge of sanity because his supposed alpha was not there to provide for him. They did it because they loved him more than anything, and because he needed them. Tim was pretty much just bouncing off the walls happy that he was going to be a big brother now.

They just wished Clark would come back home soon. As soon as possible. Even if Clark had already learned so much about Krypton in the AI of the Fortress, nobody knew why he still had to leave to try and see for himself. Nobody knew why he left without saying anything to anybody.

Clark was a physiological match for an alpha, but that didn't make him one. He wasn't drawn to an omega in heat, but Bruce, out of trust, came to him to ask him for help on his heat days. His alien physiology, and Bruce's sheer stubbornness and denial that lead to the failure of the formation of a bond, and for Clark to make his claim. Both were idiots completely head over heels with each other, but neither was stubborn enough to get the other to submit.

Now, Bruce was marked, unclaimed, pregnant, and without an alpha to protect and provide for him.

Only the senior members of the League knew this. Junior and probationary members thought that Batman was this hulking, angry alpha (courtesy scent masks), and it brought amused chuckles to the senior members who knew the truth; they also knew that there was a new Batman. Nobody knew why, and where his predecessor was. They had a new Batman, Superman was inactive, and that was final. All they could do was fill in for Superman.

"He okay?" asked Jason as Dick stepped out of the room. Jason looked dirty and tired, probably had just beamed in from wherever he was beating someone up.

"Yeah," Dick nodded. "You staying?"

Jason nodded. "Probably for a long time, Dickie-bird." He set the Red Helmet down on one of the nearby tables. "Someone's gotta look after both the littlest bird and him. Don't think you'd be having a lot of free time since the promotion,"

Dick chuckled. "Yeah, thanks, Jay," he nodded. "I'll hit the hay. And you better wash up and clean after yourself. Alfred is not gonna be happy you brought rubble and motorcycle oil on your way in,"

"Yeah, yeah," said Jason dismissively. "Go to bed, Hot Wings,"

"He'll be glad to see you again, Jay," said Dick, "And he'll be happy to know that you'll stay,"

"Well, I can't really ignore it. It's this alpha instinct thing going on in my head. It's screaming for me to go home and protect and…fill in for him. I'm the only alpha around here. It's driving me crazy, okay!" sighed Jason, "I mean seriously? Who the fuck marks and leaves their heat mate after their heat?! You have no idea how much this makes me angry, Dick. I am seriously angry as fuck. I'll make sure I have enough Kryptonite bullets when he comes back. If he comes back, I'll be ready."

"He won't let you do that. You won't be able to do that. Instinct."

"I KNOW!" Jason angrily whispered. "God, he makes me so pissed. Ugh. Jesus. Go to bed, Dick. Good morning." He went in the nearest room and shut the door.

Dick shook his head and sighed. His little brother was too hot headed, but he guessed he had a reason to be. He too went to bed, and was planning to join everybody for brunch. All they had to do now was stick together, wait for the baby, and love him with all their hearts.

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