Bruce tugged him into a hug, ignoring the condescending ‘aw’ responding through the room from his older children, and simply held his pup. Damian melted into his hold, purring softly at the first proper hug from Bruce he's gotten since moving to the manor.
Then Bruce pulled away suddenly and quickly, a strange expression on his face, causing the room to still.
“Ummi?” Damian's voice wavered, wondering if he somehow wasn't acting like a pup correctly, and the omega had suddenly changed his mind.
Bruce didn’t respond, simply tilting his head to the side as he stared off into the distance, his mind going a million miles per hour.
Then, he fully removed his hands from Damian, tugged the neckline of his sweater, and grimaced as he looked down at his chest. Weird, he's never done that before. Maybe the hug accidentally put pressure on a bruise or a scar?
“You alright, Bruce?” Dick asked haltingly, taking a step forward, his brow furrowed as he looked at the strange expression on his face.
“That’s your ‘I’m not in pain, but I’m extremely physically uncomfortable’ face.” Tim chimed in, stepping closer and bumping his hip against Damian, and checking in on him. "You're not even hiding it from us, so it must be bad."
“Mm, I’m fine… I just, I have to…” Bruce pursed his lips together and scrunched his nose, a small flush on his cheeks. “I'll have to order a nursing pump...”
Jason blinked, looking shocked. "What..." Jason shook his head. "I'm sorry, did we hear that right?"
"I guess... being this close to Damian triggered something, and my body believes that Damian is still a pup." Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his very visibly surprised children with a deadpan expression. "All of you need to stop staring at me like that. Now."
















