#omega!bruce

[cucuxumusu]

🐺👑Tenebris Solio 7⚔️🦇: Bruce recives some shocking news and argues with his pack. Clark has to deal with his own set of vigilante problems.

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GothamGossip.com Chapter 8 with art by @quic !

@ronnievree: [grayscale photo of Bruce with an infant latched to his breast] I can’t believe I get to be the one to do this! Gotham! Say hello to Bruce’s miracle, a little alpha they named Jason Peter!! He was 12 weeks early but he’s a healthy 3-month-old now! 😍🤩💖

[evilpixiea]

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I have A LOT of secrets, deleted scenes, notes, etc for this story. It’s hardly surprising. I was writing it for years.

But… I think this is probably the biggest secret I have (I am honestly scared to reveal it).

Years after the story was finished I had an idea which I wished I’d been smart enough to think of at the time. It’s an idea regarding Alfred and Bruce’s mysterious birth.

You see, Bruce was born of two alphas. That’s very rare. Borderline unheard of. But that’s what happened.

Or was it?

Put a pin in that thought and picture this.

What if Bruce and Clark had struggled to conceive? At first they don’t think too much of it. Clark’s an alien. Bruce is in his forties and abused suppressants in his youth. Neither of them expect this to be as easy as it is for others. But as heat after heat passes by without success Bruce seems to resign himself to not getting pregnant and Clark sees his opportunity to have a baby slipping away.

Clark remembers that Bruce was born of two alphas forty years before where such a thing was even rarer than it is now. He thinks perhaps Thomas Wayne with his money and medical knowledge may have used some special fertility treatment. Something that could help them.

He approaches Alfred about it.

Here is that scene:

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“Do you know how they did it?”

Alfred nodded as he poured the tea. “I do.”

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I was starting to worry the secret died with them.”

“It didn’t,” Alfred promised. “And it is no secret. Thomas and Martha Wayne had a child the way most alphas have children.”

Clark frowned. Most alphas didn’t have children. Not with each other anyway. The odds were stacked against them. Even though female alphas could become pregnant it was rare and when it did happen the chance of them carrying to term was incredibly low.

Hence why Bruce was ‘Gotham’s miracle baby’. Hence why he was asking Alfred about how they did it in the first place.

“Are you saying she carried a baby to term without any medical treatments?”

“No,” Alfred took his tea and settled into his chair. “She wasn’t the bearer.”

Clark stared. “Are you saying…?”

“It was Martha’s egg, and it was Thomas’ sperm, but after so many failed pregnancies, they decided to stop fighting the inevitable.”

Clark felt his eyes widen. “They got an omega surrogate?”

“Yes.”

Omegas, especially forty years ago, were seen as rare and precious creatures. Their ability to bare children to term something profound. The bonds they form with alphas sacred. Anything that deviated from the ‘proper order’, ie, an omega carrying the children of their mate, was frowned upon by many groups in conservative society. Two alphas choosing to be with each other, spurning omega mates, and yet wanting to use an omega surrogate… he couldn’t image that going over well.

“I didn’t think that was legal back then,” Clark said softly.

“It wasn’t,” Alfred said. “Which is why they lied. They told the world that Martha carried the pregnancy to term. They said Bruce was their miracle baby.”

“And people believed them?”

“No. But no one could prove it. Thomas used friends from his work to do the procedure and, from the media’s perspective, there was no omega in the household, the baby was biologically both Thomas’ and Martha’s, and the birth seemed to happen with no one else at home.”

“No one?”

“Just the usual household staff. Thomas Wayne was the only medical professional in attendance when Master Bruce was born.”

“Jesus,” Clark muttered.

“Indeed,” Alfred said with a small smile.

“And the surrogate never came forward?”

“No.”

Clark sat in silence with Alfred.

“Alfred?”

“Yes, Mister Kent?”

“Why did you move to America? From England?”

“I wanted to be on Broadway,” Alfred said. “I got the offer from the Wayne Family to come and work for them. I thought I would do it for a year or two until I found a job on stage.” A small smile. “Best laid plans.”

“They couldn’t get a local butler?”

Alfred looked at him.

“I don’t mean to be insulting… but they were rich. Very rich. You would have been young, and foreign… and well…” Clark didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. Alfred had a very upper class English accent… when he wanted to. But Clark had heard Alfred scold the boys. He’d heard the cockney creep out around the edges. Alfred wasn’t born in wealthy houses balancing teacups on trays. Once upon a time he was poor.

Why would the Wayne Family, one of the richest families on America, invite a poor, young, foreign, wannabe actor into their home? Why would they make him head of staff? Why would they write him into their wills? Why would he be the one entrusted to stay and care for Bruce?

Alfred was looking at him.

“Does Bruce know?” He asked softly.

“If he doesn’t,” Alfred said quietly. “Then he doesn’t want to know.”

Clark couldn’t deny the truth of that.

“After everything that happened…” he continued. “Him hiding his caste, hating being an omega, you never thought that maybe…?”

He expected Alfred to end his sentence, to fill in the blank. He didn’t.

Clark cleared his throat and started again. “You never thought that maybe he was like you?”

“Bruce is an omega,” Alfred said firmly. “I always knew that. Just like I always knew I was not… despite what others may have told me.”

“But how did you know?”

“How did I know what Bruce was? Because, despite wearing the scent of a beta, he never behaved like a beta. He was never happy as a beta. He never wanted to be a beta. He didn’t have those instincts, or want that life. He wanted the legal freedoms the beta caste afforded him, but that’s it. It was a mask. Not his true face.”

“You never doubted that?”

Alfred took a sip of his tea before answering. “Of course I did. Every day I doubted whether what I was doing was the right thing. Every time I helped him change his scent, every day I lied, every day he woke up no happier than the day before. Every day I doubted. Maybe he was like me. Maybe I was projecting onto him. Maybe I was doing him irreparable damage by not making him wear his natural scent. Maybe the reason he has so many issues surrounding his caste was exasperated by me… I still think that. I still doubt.”

Clark had no response for that.

“I think we all suffer from caste,” Alfred said quietly. “In our own ways. None of us are free. None of us.”

Clark quietly acknowledged the truth of that.

Sometime later he stood and moved to leave. When he was in the doorway he paused. “Alfred?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Whatever for?”

“For everything.”

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And, of course, Bruce does know. He always knew.

Here is another scene, taking place after Bruce gets pregnant:

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“Alfred?”

“Sir?”

“What it’s like?”

Alfred frowned. “What are you talking ab—”

“Being pregnant.”

The silence that followed that sentence was deafening.

The butler put the plate down and sat. It was fifteen minutes before he spoke.

“It was challenging, but survivable.”

Bruce nodded. “And birth?”

“That was… another magnitude of thing. But, also, survivable.”

“And chest feeding?”

The pause this time was long. “That was not something your mother wanted help with.”

It was normal for an alpha female to lactate… when their mate gave birth.

Bruce looked down to hide the storm of emotion rising in him.

“Bruce.”

Alfred’s fingers were on his cheek, and then his chin, and then tipping his head up. “It’s okay.”

That was a lie.

“They never hurt me.”

Another lie.

“I knew what would happen when I agreed to carry you. I knew.”

He couldn’t tell if that was a lie or not.

“Your parents were some of the finest people I ever had the privilege of knowing. And you…” he ran his thumb against Bruce’s cheek. “You are the single most amazing thing that ever happened to me.”

The truth. Pure and unchastened. He could see it in Alfred’s eyes.

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As I said I am super nervous sharing this. It’s an idea I had a few years ago and it’s just sort of… sat in my saved drives folder. I hope you like it. I am honestly a bit scared sharing it because it does disrupt and diverge from my omegaverse which is something I very much love and don’t want to undermine.

Evilpixie’s Omegaverse

[edyacouky]

Stressful Week

Ok so I just wanted write a little something about this post 

Don’t know if I will write a “completed” story or just that or just some scene ...

Hope you will at least like what I give you （＾ω＾）

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“Hood is down. Almost scream Damian panicked in his communicator

-What happened Robin? Ask Bruce. Are you alright?

-It was Scarecrow. The clues were here to ambush here with him.”

Bruce almost swears. Only a voice sounded like Alfred in his head prevented him.

“You were shot with fear gaz.”

Not really a question. Crane is not strong enough to fight against a kitty so Red Hood and Robin. No, he uses his fear gas not only by sadistic but also because it is the only way he can win a fight.

“Not me. Only Red Hood.”

Bruce frowns. He want be relieved. Better have one of his sons compromised that two. But Jason always reacts badly to the gaz. And he was suppose wear a mask. How hard was he punching in the face so that it can’t protect him?

“Are you hurt? Did Hood have a concussion?

-No. No.”

A scream interrupt Damian. He gulps when continues:

“We realize it was Scarecrow too late. The gas was already release. He … I … I am sorry … I didn’t take a mask … I forgot mine was broken with the last Jo… Clown’s attack and I didn’t …

-Robin. Interrupt Bruce. You did nothing wrong.

-Yes I did!”

Despite Damian assure him he didn’t was infect by the gas, he really sound hysterical.

“I … He … he make me wear his mask …Father I …

-I am here in a few second, Robin. Breath and don’t come too close of Hood.”

When Jason is like that he can be dangerous.

“I am sorry about Scarecrow too …

-Everything is fine, Robin. Pennyone inform Red Robin and Batgirl. Breathe. I am here.”

Before exist the Batmobile, Bruce put his mask. He didn’t enter by the front door. Not taking the chance fails in an ambush despite how much he want hug his sons.

Fortunately, Damian was telling him the true. Scarecrow was gone. No one, except his sons and him, was there.

He comes near them calmly, for not threat Jason.

Jason is curled up on the floor, shaking violently. Shouting and panting. He seems unable to stop crying, making his breathing harder. For now, he didn’t seem see Bruce yet.

Damian didn’t listen to him and was seat beside Jason, holding his hand. With the strength he seems to put, it must be painful. But Damian still wear Jason’s mask so Bruce can’t tell if he was ok.

“I don’t know how calm him” Damian desperate

Bruce can’t help but smile. Damian tries to hide how good he is. Perhaps he is afraid of being rejected. But his son is deeply caring. Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t. He can’t forget that was what hurt his other children, what killed Jason.

“You did well, Robin. Come here now. I don’t want Jason hurt you while I inject him the antidote.

-I think we have to take the risk.”

He tries to let go Jason’s hand but it make Jason put more strength in his grip.

“Ok. We will have made sure you stay behind me.”

Bruce is sure that Damian rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Patiently, he comes near them. Watching as Jason react to his approach.

He must make a louder sound because Jason suddenly looks at him. At first, Bruce want take off the cowl but he knows it is a bad idea. Who knows who can watch them?

He gets ready in case Jason reacts violently and he has to use force to inject the antidote

And Jason reacts violently, but not the way he expects him to do.

His cries redoubled and he extended his other hand to Bruce.

“D… Dad … Please …”

His eyes were so full of despair and terrified. Bruce can see Jason when he was twelve years old and so lost and frightened by the world. Now he has just twenty years old.

Bruce removed his glove to allow Jason to feel it despite the scent blocker. He was hopping that scent Omega’s scent (can he hope enough to think his Dad’s scent?) will calm him enough.

Jason loved against his wrist without hesitation. It seems calm a little his nerves.

“Everything will be alright Hood. I will give you the antidote, ok? Keep breathing.

-Father … I don’t think he breathes at all. Damian whispered scared

-It would be alright.”

Bruce doesn’t lose any more time and take the syringe containing the antidote. Damian helps him by lowered Jason's armor top collar.

Because of the shot pain, Jason press more against Bruce’s wrist with a painful moan and he almost broke Bruce and Damian’s hand.

“It would be alright. Shh. Everything will be alright.”

The dosage doesn’t seem enough to completely cure Jason, but it was enough to calm him down. Finally he starts breathing correctly and his gaze became more lucid.

“Everything will be alright.”

While they carry Jason to the Batmobile, Alfred informed them of the latest events. Scarecrow has been arrested by Batgirl and Red Robin, Nightwing secure all the civil who were touched by the attack and Batwoman and Oracle succeed find the shipment, prevent the Crane’s plan to succeed.

Good. Bruce can focused on heal Jason.

Jason who refuses first to let him go when they arrive to the car.

“Hood, I need to drive and I can’t if you hold me.

-I can drive! Damian propose a little too joyful

-No.” Jason groans and take the little pup in his arms

It seems like Jason is more anxious having Damian out of his sight.

“What?! Father!

-Thank you for your sacrifice Robin.

-Father!”

In the car, Bruce takes away his mask and focused on the driving. On the backseat, Jason hugs Damian, trying to press his nose on Damian’s neck and groan when he can’t because of the mask.

“Stupide, useless alpha”. Damian groans and takes away Jason’s mask

Bruce is not sure but he thinks he saw Damian relax when Jason rubbed the top of Damian’s head with his cheek, like older pack member do with the pup.

He will not lie, not inside on his head. But sometimes he thinks Jason doesn’t see them as pack any more, he afraid that Damian doesn’t feeling like he belong with them. So seeing both of his sons like that, despite the circumstance warms his heart.

On the Batcave, with Damian’s collaboration, Jason let him be cured.

“Are you sure that the antidote really works? Jason asks to Bruce when he was more lucid. I don’t feel like it works.

True is Jason reek anxiety. Better than terror but he is still on the edge. If Alfred doesn’t bring some good sense, Damian will be in his arms.

“I will take a blood sample. Are you on medication?

-Just the contraceptive pill.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“What? That doesn’t exist only for Omega you know?

-And you know that doesn’t properly testing?

-Like Omega’s.

-Ok point taken. Did you at most take the one makes by WE? Bruce ask while taking him his blood

-What exactly your enterprise doesn’t make?”

Bruce grins and start the analysis.

“Littlewing ! Dick yell. Little D ! Are you alright?

-I am fine.” Damian said when the Beta hugs him

He trade one bothering older brother for another. Damian sighs.

“Let me go now Grayson.”

Without listen to Damian’s complaint, Dick ask :

“And you, Jason?

-I am fine.

-He is lying. Antidote doesn’t seem work well.

-Fuck Demon Brat.”

As Damian expected, Dick let him after one long kiss in his forehead to go see properly Jason.

“What is mean the antidote doesn’t work?” Dick ask scenting Jason

Beta are maybe less sensitive to smell like Alpha and Omega but that doesn’t mean it is useless.

“It works. Jason tries to say. Just not good enough.

-God Littlewing ! You stink !

-Fuck you ! Jason yells while Damian laughs at him

-Are you sure you should be here? Maybe you will feel better on a room or in the kitchen with some tea.

-No he better stays here until we know exactly why the antidote doesn’t work. Who know what trigger can provoke a crisis.” Bruce answer

Dick and Jason roll their eyes and exchange an accomplice look at that.

“And it is for that I am still in the cave and not at home.” Jason said

Even if the last month Jason feels more comfortable with Bruce’s pack, he doesn’t feel at ease in the manor. For him, his home is with Roy, on Kory’s island or in their loft.

Shit, maybe now it isn’t the right time to think about the Omega. Suddenly he can’t help himself but worry if Roy is safe and sound.

What if one of Roy’s experimentation fails and explodes? What if one of their enemies attacks and he is not there to help him? What if Roy forgets to eat? What if he slips and broke his neck? What if …? What if …?

“God ! Jason, breathes. What happen? He stink fear more than one second before!”

Now, Dick is worry. Why Dick is worry? What happen? Did something bad happen? Is someone hurt?

“Jason ! Inhales.” Bruce order

Hearing the voice of the leader pack, but also the First Omega of the pack, Jason obeying without thinking.

“Now exhale. Good. Again. Inhale. Exhale.”

Bruce repeat the order until Jason doesn’t him to while Dick hugs again Damian who didn’t put down Jason’s mask.

“Sorry … sorry …

-That fine. You did nothing wrong. Just keep breathing, ok?”

Jason feeling tired nods and didn’t riposte when Bruce hug him. He feels better surrounded by Bruce’s scent.

Bips coming from the computer startled them. Jason coughed and shoved Bruce who let himself go to look at the results. Dick gently put his hand on Jason's shoulder.

“Oh. Bruce said surprised. You’re going on rut.

-What? Already? Which day is it? Jason said confused

-You don’t take a track of that?

-Well yeah … Normally but I was distracted lately. Wait. What does it have to do with that?

-The gas seems disrupt yours hormones.

-Beside my rut?”

Rut and heat don’t make alpha and omega mindless with only the desire to making children. They can still think, but their hormones messed with their attitude. For example, they cry more easily, yell for nothing, but it is true they can be hornier too.

And now on top of that, the gas fear messed his head making him anxious.

“The antidote works but whiles your rut you will still be anxious.

-You mean I have an all week where I panicked for everything? Jason ask irritated

-I think that more day pass calmer you will be.

-But I am compromise until my rut end?!”

Bruce’s silence tell enough.

“Fuck.”

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Tadaam ! Hope you enjoy it  (〜^∇^)〜

Have a nice day !

[cucuxumusu]

Tenebris Solio by Cucuxumusu.

+100K // Completed // +18

Clark Kent, alpha and son of House El, returns to Florence after years of wandering, decided to settle down and reunite with his pack. The city however is not as he remembers. On his part Bruce Wayne, omega, and first son of the Wayne’s Royal house, is reaching his breaking point. Years trying to catch a criminal, and trying to protect the city are taking a tool on his insticts.

What will happen when the two finally met? Will they be able to help each other and their city?

[littlechinesedoll]

have a little superbat regency drabble inspired by this picture of henry cavill (xposted from the cdb blog) most probably omegaverse idek thanks for reading

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Or so Bruce had been told. Just like how the gentleman his father is welcoming onto the grounds of the manor, is in search of one.

Bruce won’t be what he’s looking for.

"Alfred, who is that?"

"That I believe, Master Bruce, is to be your husband, the heir to the dukedom of Kent,"

Bruce hides behind the curtain. He watches the gentleman and his father take a stroll in the garden from the library's wide windows on the second story of their home. "Well, then I hope he knows what he's in for. After the last disastrous engagement, you'd think they'd come to their senses and back off,"

"Have a little faith in this one, young master," says Alfred, having met the gentleman a few times now on business with Lord Wayne. "He seems lovely,"

"That's what they said about Harvey,"

Alfred turns his nose up at the mention of the degenerate that had the gall to hit his charge. “This one knows how to treat his mother right. Unlike the two-faced Mr. Dent,”

“Hmph,”

[evilpixiea]

Duuuude, what would happen if omega Bruce got omega Clark pregnant or vice versa???? Like, I saw it was unlikely on your index, but like, not impossible ;D I'm dying to know

Babies. Babies would happen.

It’s not going to happen at the frequency of an alpha/omega couple having unprotected sex, but an omega does have some sperm and if he’s heaping it into his super fertile/on heat omega partner… pregnancies might just happen.

I assume if this happens Bruce and Clark have planned to get pregnant and may be going down the ‘whichever of us gets pregnant first’ road. What they didn’t plan on was them both getting pregnant at roughly the same time. :P

[arrowsandradiation]

Spring feverrrrr

Send me 'spring fever' and my muse will try to convince yours to have a baby with them

Bruce knew it was mostly the upcoming heat talking. It was. They'd talked about this before and he'd felt horrible for asking before, but Tony's scent made him purr and curl into him, and Bruce, only being a day or two away from full-blown heat, whispered into the skin on Tony's neck. "I want babies with you.."