#omega bruce wayne

[hannrum]

Give this man a baby

[batmansarmpit]

Please more pregnant bruce, please and please. I'm willing to do anything

hey i've been dead af sorry but here u are, bruce preggo with Dick (im sorry that it looks like ass)

I started working with infants and thats taken up most my time but also fueled the pregnant bruce wayne flames so heres some infant Dick head cannons:

was doing handstands on Bruce's bladder in the womb, and kicked/punched a lot

came out with a FULL head of hair (gave Bruce horrible heart burn for it)

kicked/puched all the time in the womb

BIG ass baby that grows into normal sized boy (came out the womb 10ibs AT LEAST)

drools like crazy, cannot keep an outfit dry to save his life so has a bib on all the time when awake

started standing independently and walking early

has long hair as an infant bc Clark is attached to the fact that the ends grew inside Bruce's womb (Bruce does NOT give a fuck)

doesn't cry but instead shrieks

has everyone fooled that he is a polite good boy (he is annoying)

bottle CHUGGER it seems unhealthy

refuses anything that isn't breast milk

[brucedefender4eva]

Damian was made aware from the very first day that he arrived that his mother was not a typical omega.

He understood that.

Unfortunately, his biology does not agree. As much as he wants to grow into the powerful alpha he knows he will be, for now, he is stuck with the base instincts of a pup.

And pups crave their mother’s presence like second nature.

His siblings had warned him over and over ‘Bruce doesn’t do scenting and other typical omega stuff. He’s not our mother, he’s only biologically yours.’ And Damian had listened.

He tried his best to keep his distance, to fit in, to follow the rules of interacting with his mother.

But he couldn’t stop himself from wanting. He wanted to be scented, to be cuddled, to be held, to freely enter and exit his mother’s nest as he pleased.

Bringing his woes to an outside source, Jon, had led him to one conclusion: he must simply ask.

“Go for it, Damian, I’m sure your mama wouldn’t mind. Mr. Wayne is always so nice and sweet to pups!” Jon had cheerfully chirped over the phone, sharing his joy that Damian had gone to him for advice out of all people.

"Kon was kinda in the same boat. I mean, being an alien doesn't really have that biology, but me and him are half human, and he was so nervous, but once he asked-!" Damian could hear him flop onto his bed. "It seems scary, but sometimes we're too much in our own heads, and it only seems scary. Just ask, and you'll owe me an entire bucket of premium ice cream if I'm right."

He simply couldn’t go to the other members of the family. They all seemed silted and disconnected from their mother in a unique way, which would only give biased intel. He simply couldn't risk it.

An outside perspective made him willing to actually try.

Damian stands in front of his mother’s bedroom door. It has never looked so imposing. He's been in there before, of course, but this time was completely different.

Instead of knocking, he simply pushes it open and peeks his head inside. “Mother…?”

Bruce looks up from the WE contracts he was perusing, tilting his head in curiosity as his youngest child hovered uncertainly at his door. He knows Damian does his best not to seem uncertain about anything.

“Damian? Are you alright?” Bruce took off his glasses and folded them before placing them on the nightstand. “Isn’t it almost your bedtime? Did you need something?”

Damian still lingered at the doorway, uncharacteristically looking unsure of himself.

Bruce allowed himself to smile, seeing Damian act like a child was very rare, and patted the space beside him invitingly. “Cmon.”

Damian only let a split second of hesitation stall his feet before padding his way up to the bed and climbing on. If he were a regular pup in a regular family, this would be the point where he’d snuggle into his mother’s side.

Not yet.

“Mother?”

“Yes, Damian.”

Damian stared at the intricate patterns swirling on the duvet covers.

“I… was wondering if you would… scent me?”

The air around them stilled, and Damian watched Bruce's eyes widen and his entire body freeze. And then, like a flood gate being forcibly pushed open, tears flooded the omega's eyes and poured down his cheeks.

Damian panicked. "I-I'm sorry!" Damian could, embarrassingly, feel tears start to build pressure behind his eyes. "Ummi-" Damian made a move to quickly get out of bed and escape.

"No!" Bruce shouted, immediately latching onto his pup and holding him close. "No- I- yes, please. I want to scent you." Bruce whispered, his voice shaking audibly as his body trembled.

Damian let out a soft cry, the kind a pup makes to call for comfort from its mother. Bruce easily responded with his own croon, pulling Damian impossibly closer and slowly starting to scent him.

His movements were at first stiff and unsure, as if Bruce was waiting for Damian to abruptly pull away. Still, when Damian only leaned into it, Bruce grew more confident, letting his instincts take over to thoroughly cover his pup in his scent.

Damian clings to him.

Being covered in his scent was a lot different from standing nearby and being able to smell him or catching the tail end of his pheromones as he passed. Damina melts. It just feels right, like a missing part of him has finally been reunited.

It's crisp, like a soft, expensive fragrance misted during a heavy rainfall, and the blueberries. This was home.

"Damain..." Bruce's voice is a soft hush. "Would you... Would you like to come into my nest?" His voice is light, as if what he was asking wasn't a big deal, but Damian could hear hesitation and insecurity in his dam's voice.

Inviting anyone into an omega's nest was the biggest deal, even Damain knew that. But...

Bruce gave no hesitation as he scooped Damian up when he nodded, pushing open the door to his walk-in closet, moving to the very back where Bruce kept his nest away from any prying eyes.

"I-" Bruce cleared his throat as he set his pup down. "Do you... like it?" he asked quietly.

Damian opened his mouth, ready to automatically say yes, but stopped himself to actually look at his nest. He could see the soft, fluffy fabrics used as the base, and the biggest, squishiest pillows as the walls. Between the blankets, he could see familiar pieces of clothing woven in between.

A jacket that Todd accused Timmothy of stealing. Baggy sweatpants, Tim had accused Jason of retaliatory stealing. A worn band shirt that Dick had gone on a rampage for. A sweatshirt that Cassandra was wearing a week ago, but didn't seem to be surprised when it disappeared. A small handkerchief from Pennyworth. A hoodie from Duke. A bandana and multiple hair ties from Stephaine.

His clothes were also there. His Ummi had his clothes in his nest, because it comforted him.

"It's wonderful, Ummi." Damian breathed, shuffling closer. "I've... I've never been in a nest before... can I?"

And Bruce, he smiled so softly and so happily, stepping into his nest and beckoning Damian to him. "I've never had anyone in my nest before. C'mere, pup." Bruce crooned, catching Damian easily as the young boy flung himself into Bruce's arms.

The two purred in sync as they finally gave into their instincts. Bruce, allowing himself to finally take care of his pup without the fear of being rejected as he had been before. Damian was able to be a pup. Just a pup. He could be taken care of without feeling shame, getting to indulge in something he had never been allowed to even think of in the League.

It was perfect.

——

"Ummi!" Damian ran up to Bruce at the dining table, making the man look up from the morning paper and raise an eyebrow. "Can I head over to the Kent's farm? Jon says one of the dairy cows is pregnant."

"Of course, the only reason he shows excitement is for a fucking cow." Jason rolls his eyes, dodging the fork Dick flung in his direction, sticking his tongue out at his older brother, and taunting him.

"Shut up, you'd be acting the same way if there was a book signing for your favorite author." Dick shot back, aiming to hit Jason with his spoon.

Tim was jolted out of staring at his phone when Jason grabbed him by the shoulders and started using him as a shield. "Let go of me, you asshole!" he shrieked loudly.

Bruce hummed, taking a sip of his coffee, expertly tuning out the fighting of his other children. "Jon is going to fly you?"

"Yes."

"And you'll be back before lunch?"

"Lunch?"

"Yes," Bruce said firmly. "Lunch, no later. You were at the farm all last week. I do want to see you at home sometimes."

"Ugh, okay, lunch." Damian groaned but agreed, ignoring how his brothers, still polishing off their breakfast, collectively laughed at him. "Are you giving me permission?"

Bruce nodded. "Be safe. Call Clark or me if there's any problem." Bruce, ever the overprotective man, was feeling even more protective of Damian in particular after their eye-opening bonding session in his nest.

"I can handle myself... but I will, Ummi," Damian added on quietly, taking a split second to think about what he was doing before leaning forward for Bruce to scent him before he left.

Bruce willingly leaned down as well, taking his time to cover his pup in his scent, filled with happiness that he just couldn't hide. Bruce chirped softly, and Damina responded in back with his own. He allowed Bruce to scent him for a while before pushing away with heated cheeks, feeling his brothers staring at him.

"Be safe," Bruce said again, calling out softly.

Damian nodded before heading to the front door, where Jon was likely waiting for him. As he moved, he looked over to see the disbelief and shock on his siblings' faces. And... jealousy.

He took a little pride in that.

They were the ones who convinced him that Ummi would never want to do any omega and pup things with him. Maybe it was delusion, maybe it was trauma, maybe they had never really tried to see if Ummi would do it. It didn't matter; he had a right to be angry at them, making him almost miss this chance at connection.

Let them stew in jealousy for a while.

[gotham-blight]

omega Bruce in heat (non-sexual) and desperate to gather his puppies one by one and safely trap them in his nest for love and snuggles

Dick loves this time, as it means he finally gets to snuggle with his mama in their big cozy nest

Jason hates being trapped, but devolves into soft puppy purrs quicker than he would ever admit

Tim tries to sneak things to do into the nest, but that only results in Bruce fussing more over him, because he should be relaxing, not working.

Damian doesn’t understand this inane behaviour and need to collect them all. He tries very hard to sneak out, but Bruce’s pheromones are so thick, they instantly make him weak and dizzy, and have him melting into the nest further with each scenting. (In the league, scenting was non-existent, as it was believed to be a weakness to rely on such instincts. As such, Damian gets scent drunk incredibly easily.)

[emzwritezmaybe]

I've been thinking about how the JL found out Bruce was an omega because he was excusing himself on maternity leave on that month's monthly meeting and how freaking hilarious that would be. I imagine it would be his second pregnancy (Jason!):

Bruce, swarmed in his dramatic ass cape, busy shutting down the hologram on the table: Meeting adjourned.

The Jl, sighs in relief. Barry stands to stretch his cramping legs, hips popping and all. Hal leans back in his seat, kicks his legs up to prop it against the table, arms going behind his head. Oliver slumps against the table, groaning softly while Dinah uses him as support for her side. Clark pulls out his personal tablet, planning to quickly finish typing his new article. J'onn remained in his seat, occupied by a box of oreos. Arthur started up a small, shallow conversation with Diana. These moments were often taken by the heroes as a moment of respite. The weight of being Earth's protector didn't feel as significant during these post-meetings, ironically.

Then, Bruce lifted his head, the hologram finally turned off: I have sent back-ups of the files you all will need for the meeting with [insert some cool planet's delegation] along with several instructions regarding the Watchtower maintenance and more for the next 3 months I am away. Contact me only when necessary.

The JL collectively paused. Slowly, eyes swiveled to stare at the hulking form that was Bruce.

Hal, eyes squinted in suspicion and "how dare you—The Batman–run away from cosmic duties as you wish!?!", chimes: Uh... Where're you heading, Spooky?

Bruce, confused if the downward turn of his lips meant anything: I am to be indisposed, Lantern. I have updated my status report as so. Have you all not gone to check it despite the many times I've reminded you to immediately check on any notifications on new updates your team members might add or delete in theirs?

The JL, sheepish/act nonchalant/straight up blank out to find a quick reason until Clark, ever the mediator, carefully questions: Could you inform us of the reason you will be unavailable anyway...?

Bruce, huffs out an exasperated breath, mutters something along the lines of not underestimating status report updates and what not: I am going on maternity leave.

Silence. Shocked silence, specifically. Everyone then begin shouting questions, concerns, and accusations like a storm. Only stopping when Bruce held out a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and exclaiming "Enough!".

Barry, hesitantly, speaks up: Why are you leaving on maternity leave for 3 months? Aren't the father of the pup/s only allowed 2?

The JL nods along to Barry's words. As far they assumed know Batman was an Alpha.

Bruce, lips parting before closing, appalled. He remembered to finally put his actual second gender on his files few months ago as preparation for this leave. He'd suspected that they'd at least read that! His shoulder tensed as if he was going to verbally put the JL in their places but forced himself to relax because getting angry isn't good for the baby.

He sighs: I am the one giving birth, Flash.

Silence once more engulfed the room. Hal is gaping. Barry looked like he's seconds away to an aneurysm. Arthur had his hands gripping his hair. Dinah shots up so quickly from her position that Oliver fell off his chair. Clark floated a good foot in the air, pale like the walls. J'onn's eyes widened. Diana was the only one beaming despite the confusion warring in her expression.

Clark: You're an omega...?

Bruce, glares at the Kryptonian: Is that an issue, Superman?

Clark, about to apologize/correct himself, cut off by Diana's eager: You are with child?

Bruce sighed once again and nodded in confirmation.

Oliver, froggily blinks his eyes: But you don't look pregnant. Heck, you don't look like you've changed at all!

Bruce: It's just the cape creating that illusion. No, you can't meet the pup (Eyes looking pointedly at Diana, the Alpha deflated). No, I won't tell you who's the pup's father (Glares at all the people he assumed would ask so *cough* Hal & Oliver *cough*). Do not comm me for unimportant business, understood?

The JL, not knowing what else they should do, nods absentmindedly. It was only then that they realize, as Batman took his retrieve, that he was slightly walking like he had a heavy package pressing down against his pelvis.

Hal, accusing finger pointed at Clark when Batman was no longer heard or could be seen: You! Couldn't you hear if there were more than one heartbeat or any abnormal noise at all?!

Clark, sputtering, offended: I thought he was having stomach problems! Not a literal pup! And besides it would be rude of me to come up to him and ask if he was constipated—

Cue chaotic bickering and arguing.

Meanwhile, back in the Cave.

Dick, sitting in the Batcomputer chair, having the best laugh in his life as he watched the live footage of the Watchtower meeting room: Mom, I thought you told them you were an omega?

Bruce, out of gear, clad in a pair of loose sweatpants and large shirt, baby bump evident even peeking from the shirt a lil, sighs: This is why I always tell you to choose your teammates wisely, chum.

[thecorefrisk]

Warning: pseudocest/incest, omega Bruce, Alpha (male) reader, dub-con/non-con, Bruce can run a hand through your hair and tug on it as well, oral sex, etc.

Bruce doesn’t trust many alphas enough to allow them to enter his nest. Especially while he’s in heat.

You, of course, are one of those many. Unfortunately, you also happen to be his oldest son.

—

A loud stream of motor-like purring reverberated through the nesting room. Bruce’s hands were curled into your hair, fingers running over your scalp in all the motherly fashions only being in heat could summon out of him.

Situated between his thighs was you—nose deep in his cunt, hair stuck to your forehead as sweat collected at your brow, and your clothes lost in some corner of the room. Taking care of dear old dad.

It wasn’t like an alpha’s knot, that you knew. So it would only keep him satisfied for an hour or two before he started pawing at your cock again.

But, the reason he trusts you is because of the fact that you have never even tried to knot him. And you won’t be betraying that trust now.

You ever so gently slide your tongue into your dad’s cunt, barely restraining a purr of your own when his hips follow your mouth.

It’s just you and him. You’re not about to ruin that just because your dick is hard.

You nuzzle into his hand, allowing yourself to purr into it, when he slides a hand from your curls down to cup your nape and jawline, spreading his legs further.

Yeah, you’re not about to change it all.

—-

Bruce wants you to knot him REAL bad. Every time he has a heat he literally invites you to take care of him and you think he doesn’t want you to knot him but he’s sitting there like, “Why is my alpha son not making hot sweaty love to me right now this instant?” Like, he’s feeling a little insecure outside of heat brain since he thinks you don’t WANT him and just come out of the kindness of your heart or some shit.

#pickmebruce #you’reagrownmanwayne #getawayfromyourson

[smittenvixen13]

Don't touch him! -ABO AU

We've seen the fics where one of the kids get doused with something, be it fear toxin or ivy's pollens or some weird spell or alien fuckery, and Bruce getting VERY protective with them. And we've seen the fics where the Justice League doesn't realize the ties Batman has with Red Hood, just that the Red Hood is one of the rogues of Gotham. Now imagine with me at nearly 3AM, the Justice League are on a mission to deal with a new big bad and they're keeping cautious of their movements since-ya know-they don't know what'll happen. And up to this point, they assume (and we all know what assuming gets ya) Batman is some sort of Prime Alpha or even a domineering Beta. And at the same time, Jason is on his own mission to break a drug trade that would infect Gotham Harbor in a week's time if he doesn't stop it NOW. Like hell he's allowing any fucker in Gotham, especially in Crime Alley, to deal in this new drug. And shit goes down, the drug traders and the new villain are seemingly in collaboration! And all parties get into the warehouse and it's a SHITSHOW. And during that point, the Red Hood and Batman are both hit by the drug, odorless and a vivid red that has the Leaguers cursing their opponents. The villains are brought to heel in time, but in that time Batman and the Red Hood have been left alone. Shit. But when they charge back in, it's to the deepest snarling they'd ever heard, Red Hood's helmet off and revealing his domino beneath, fangs bared and ready to defend, Batman behind him on the ground, shrouded in Red Hood's jacket. And-And Batman is just staying there, eyes clearly fogged from the drug but it's the sweet croon that has Batman's oldest companions pausing in shock. There was Dark Knight, crooning to the Alpha guarding him; and not just any fucking crooning, no no, couldn't be that, it was a maternal croon. One a mother would use to urge her pups to enter the familial nest and cuddle. The Red Hood paused his postering, if only to comfortingly swipe his wrist over his mother's throat, eyes firmly on the intruders Leaguers just watching him. And it was clear to all that the Alpha would not allow anyone to touch their teammate, not when it was clear this a whole bag of fuckery they were not ready for.

[princessgiggles333]

Bruce Wayne, an omega, just gave birth and is horribly aware of how out of shape he's going to be for the next couple of months. Not in an insecure, self-conscious of how he looks way, but in an I can't protect my city if I'm not in the most optimal shape possible way. Except, they're both equally draining on his mental state (even if he doesn't want to admit to feeling bad about his body for a more... cosmetic reason). So Bruce has two problems: he's not as fit as he was pre-partum, and he feels bad about it.

His solution? Darling baby Dick as his workout buddy.

It's genius. He was already going to put himself through many intense workout sessions, but to counteract the bad feelings that kept nipping at him—despite very adamantly pushing them away—his puppy was the clear answer. Skin-to-skin contact with his baby makes him happy. Seeing his baby makes him happy. Being around his baby makes him happy. Thinking about his body makes him sad. Baby + working out = best outcome.

Cue Bruce reconstructing his regime solely based on bringing four-month-old Dick into it.

A mile jog with Dick in a stroller, after they've had breakfast together (Dick falls back asleep)

30 minutes of meditation with Dick, cuddled up in his lap and clutching at his shirt

A sparring session where Dick watches from the sidelines, giggling and clapping

30 laps in the pool as Dick tries to follow in a Batman floatie wearing little sunnies (with Alfred watching)

Target practice (for as long as Dick naps)

Lunchtime (he woke up from his nap)

15 minutes of coloring (per Dick's insistence)

5 sets of 12 pull-ups with Dick in a carrier on his chest, laughing at the sensation of being bounced

5 sets of 50 pushups with Dick on his back, treating Bruce as his personal rollercoaster, and tugging at his hair

5 sets of 30 weighted sit-ups, where Dick is the weight

And lastly, for Dick's favorite part

Kissing little Dickie on his chubby cheeks and button nose and little fingers (and everywhere else) (ends when Bruce gets all the cuteness aggression out of his system)

Bruce loves his baby. Dick loves his mama. Problem solved. He uses this routine for years until Dick gets too old, that's when he begins training with him.