𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙 (𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙) [√]

Part Ten

Bruce woke up, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom. He kneeled in front of the toilet and emptied his stomach, as he had been doing for the past week.

It has been a month since the gala. Since then, he and Clark have acted like a couple on their honeymoon.

Footsteps came from behind Bruce, and a gentle hand was placed on his back. "Babe," Clark said softly, and Bruce groaned.

He sat back and wiped his mouth, looking up at Clark. The taller man reached out, gripped him by the sides, and picked him up.

Bruce wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, burying his face in Clark's neck. Clark flushed the toilet and sat Bruce on the counter; he handed him his toothbrush and waited as Bruce brushed his teeth.

He then brought him back to bed, laying him down gently. Clark frowned down at the pale face of his lover. "I know I'm hot, but you don't have to stare," Bruce groaned out, and Clark huffed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, and Bruce sighed.

"I'm fine," He said, and Clark frowned deeper.

"You've been throwing up a lot lately. Maybe you should get checked out," Clark suggested, and Bruce didn't reply. I know you hate doctors, but there might be something seriously wrong," he said, and Bruce looked up at him, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"Fine, I'll go to Chan today after we get back from the lookout," Bruce said. Clark smiled happily and kissed him on the forehead.

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Bruce arrived first, and Clark went home to check on his mother before coming to the station.

He approached the conference room and saw the others standing there. "Bats," Flash said as he saw the man approaching him.

"So, did you do it?" Green Lantern asked, and Bruce blushed deeply but didn't say anything.

"Damn, I guess Aqua-Man wins the bet," Flash said, and Bruce sighed.

"Look, guys, let's not bring this up again, OK? I slept with him, and the bet was over. That's it?" Bruce said, his voice seriously.

Green Arrow opened his mouth to say something, but another voice spoke. "A bet?" All their heads snapped to look at Superman standing there.

Bruce felt his heart drop, and his blood ran cold. "I-I, Superman," Bruce said. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the others quickly backing away and entering the conference room.

"Is that all I was to you? A stupid bet?" Clark asked harshly as tears gathered in his eyes.

"At first, but Clark..." Bruce started, and Carl raised a hand to stop him.

"I can't," Clark started but paused and sighed. "I can't listen to you right now. I am not thinking straight, and I don't want to say or do something I might regret," He said, and Bruce nodded in understanding.

"Alright," Bruce said, and Clark went to move past him, but Bruce moved out of his way.

The Kryptonian paused in front of him, and Bruce dropped his head. Afraid to look him in the eye. He heard Clark sigh and felt a finger lift his chin.

Clark kissed his forehead before breaking contact. "Make sure to go to your appointment," he said before returning to where he had come from.

Knowing he couldn't deal with the others, Bruce made his way to his room on the lookout. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his mask, finally allowing tears to flow down his cheeks.

He sat there for an hour before he got up, fixed his mask, and left. He returned to his manor and changed just in time for his doctor, Chan, to come.

They were close friends, grew up together, and he also knew Bruce's secret. "Brucie," Chan greeted excitedly as he saw Bruce but paused when he saw his friend's face. "What's wrong?" He asked, and Bruce shook his head.

"I fucked up," he said, leading him down to the Batcave and to the small doctor's office that was there.

"Tell me what's wrong," Chan said, and Bruce told him the symptoms.

"I think we should do an ultrasound and see what we can find," he suggested, "Lay back and lift your shirt." Bruce nodded numb and did as told.

Chan pulled the ultrasound machine over and dumped the cold gel on Bruce's stomach before running the wand over it. After a few minutes, he gasped, and Bruce looked up at him with a frown.

"What?" He asked.

"Your pregnant," 

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Re-published: April 22, 2024, 4 pm

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