Chapter 6 of my Omega Bruce Wayne fic, Lay Low, is posted
Bruce stopped, pulling Clark’s wrist up to his nose. “Harvey was the first alpha to treat me like a person, and I ruined it by sleeping with him a few months into our friendship. Ever since he got appointed as the district attorney, I’ve invited him to all the galas I throw. I know he’ll fight for omega rights in Gotham. But he would never be right for me, be right for Batman.
“I slept with him for the last time a few days before the Christmas Gala. By the time you figured out my identity, I was six weeks pregnant. A few hours after we discovered each other’s identities, I realized I was pregnant while miscarrying in the bathroom.”
Pungent-rotting oranges flooded Clark’s nose, making his alpha instincts fizzle in panic to comfort Bruce, coaxing the now crying omega into his chest, peppering soft kisses along his temple. Clark could only whine small apologies as he rubbed the small of Bruce’s back, on the right flank that always ached after patrolling the city.
“Thank you for telling me, honey. It’s okay.”
Clark recalled a bitter smell that day. He smelt it while kneeling in front of Bruce’s desk and lapping at his cunt. The thought made him a bit sick; unknowingly, his strong Kryptonian senses picked up on such a tragic moment that was so private to Bruce.
“I just want you to know why I couldn’t face you for weeks. I was thrown into a grief-induced heat, and I just couldn’t see you.”
“Bruce, stop. I understand. You were in a vulnerable place, and you hate that. Anyone would.”
The memory of his frazzled self knocking on the manor’s door with flowers every day for weeks was truly pathetic. After two weeks, Alfred had a pitiful grimace as he took each bouquet and said that Bruce was not seeing visitors.
“Sleep, petal. Rest before dinner. I will be here the whole time.”
