*a/n: I decided to stop writing stories so I can focus on one good story. I'll try to finish most of the stories as soon as possible*
Bruce woke up, his back hurt. He stepped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, he looked into the mirror and put his hand on his belly. He sighed. "Why the fuck did I let him top that night.." he mumbled to himself. Bruce was a transgender man, he didn't have boobs anymore but he really wanted a baby so he decided to get pregnant, he already hated it.
Bruce was wearing his boxers only, he still got most of his abs.
"Master Bruce." Alfred knocked on the door of the bathroom, asking to come in. Of course Alfred was as supportive as always but he didn't like the fact Bruce was pregnant because of the clown he hated the most. He knew at some point he would have to clean another room, but not only for the baby, Bruce wasn't going to do this alone and he knew it.
"Come in Alf." Bruce sighed and moved his hands up and down his baby bump.
"When is he going to move in?" Alfred didn't sound very happy, he really thought Joker would leave Bruce in this all by himself.
"I don't know, soon.. we can't rush him."
"It's been 24 weeks now."
"I know, it's just... I can't just a-" the beeper in Alfred's pocket started beeping, the bat signal.
Bruce sighed and headed over to the window. "What the-.." Bruce let out a soft chuckle and smiled while shaking his head. The bat signal had a belly. He got down to the Batcave as fast as he could. He put on his suit and sighed. He shouldn't have to do this for at least nine months, his chest-piece was just a piece of elastic black fabric so he could keep fighting crime. All the villains knew about his pregnancy and made a pact to not hit Bruce in his stomach but it still was dangerous.
"Joker..." Batman barked, a bit exhausted, his condition went downhill a bit when his stomach started growing.
Joker smiled. "Baby! Look what I made for you!" Joker showed Batman how he put a piece of metal on top of the bat signal so it looked like a big pregnant bat. Batman sighed but smiled. "You're such a dork."
Joker laughed and looked at Batman's stomach. "You still want to fight with.. that..?" He pointed at Batman's stomach. Before Joker could hear the answer he got a fist in his face. He laughed and quickly stood up. "Haha good one Sweetie! Uh.." Joker looked at Batman for a good spot to punch. "I don't want to punch you too hard.."
"Oh come on, are you a pussy?"
Joker chuckled and was about to punch Batman in his face but Bruce grabbed his stomach and let out a little groan.
Joker immediately froze. "Are.. are you okay?" He quickly asked, his voice sounded worried, more than ever.
Bruce smiles widely. "It kicked!"
Joker's mouth fell open, followed by a smile. He put his hand on Bruce's stomach, the baby kicked again and again.
"Aawwe he's violent.. like his daddy!" He looked up at Bruce and smiled even wider.
"Yeah.. just like you." Bruce smiled.
"C'mere.." Joker gently took off Bruce's mask and kissed him. "I love you Bruce."
Bruce blushed. "I love you too, Jack."
"We should really go to the hospital to see if it's a boy or a girl."
Bruce nodded but chuckled. "It's two am, Let's just wait till tomorrow."
"Bruce.. I uh.. I want to move in.. I'm not gonna let you do this alone and I'm sorry I haven't been there for you that much."
Bruce smiled. "Alfred already counted on you."
A few months later Bruce and Jack were laying on the couch together, well, Jack didn't have much room on the couch but he still wanted to cuddle.
"You're gonna be such a beautiful little kid!" Jack giggled against Bruce's belly. He didn't know the gender yet, Bruce didn't either, but whatever the baby would turn out to be they would both love them with all their love.
"Bruce?" Jack looked up at Bruce.
"Yes Sweetie?" Bruce softly stroke Jack's hair.
"Do you think I'd be a good father? I mean, of course I'd be, it's me you know? But.. what if I turn out to be just like my dad?"
"You won't... if we help each other we won't turn into our dads.." Bruce kissed Jack's forehead and smiled.
Jack nodded, still nervous.
After a long silence Jack finally spoke, "I'm gonna stop being a criminal.."
Bruce looked at Jack with a surprised look on his face. But that look quickly changed when Jack jumped off the couch.
"Eew Bruce! That you're surprised doesn't mean you have to pee on the couch!"
"I didn't! I-.. Jack... my waters broke..."
"How did you do that? I was just laying on you!"
"No Jack I'm.. it's happening.."
"What?!" Jack smiled widely. "I'll get the bag! Try to sit up carefully okay? I'll drive us to the hospital!"
Bruce smiled and sat up. Jack was way more excited and helpful than he thought.
At the hospital Jack resisted to let go of Bruce's hand. Bruce told him he was okay over and over but Jack still didn't let go. After trying everything he smirked and looked Jack straight into the eyes and put up a girly dramatic voice. "I promise. I will never let go, Jack, I'll never let go."
Jack immediately took his hands away. "Uh miss me with that ship shit."
Bruce chuckles. "God I love you."
"Just Jack is enough, Darling, God seems a bit much, doesn't it?"
"I hate you so much, Jack."
They both chuckled, not for long because Bruce was still getting ready to give birth, pain getting worse every minute.
Jack offered his hand when Bruce gave birth. Everyone is still wondering if the screams that filled the room were Bruce's or Jack's. They were definitely Jack's.
"Woah that was actually not as painful as I thought! I'm only super exhausted." Bruce sighed, holding a baby boy. Jack held his own hand, biting down onto his bottom lip a bit, tears in his eyes. "That's good to hear S-Sweetie. I think I need to see a doctor.."
Bruce chuckled. "Sorry for squeezing your hand that hard, I was kinda busy giving birth to your son, you know?"
Jack couldn't help but chuckle.
Jack lay on the couch, holding the baby. Bruce was laying on the other couch, sleeping.
"Hey little guy." Jack whispered to the baby.
"You're gonna be so handsome, just like your daddy. And you're gonna have the best childhood ever, especially now I stopped doing crime."
The baby started crying. Bruce woke up and quickly sat up. "The baby!" He looked over at Jack who has a scared look on his face.
"He hates me! I'm a bad dad!"
Bruce sighed in relief, the baby wasn't hanging from the ceiling or something.
"You're not." Bruce took over the baby. "He's just hungry." Bruce took a bottle of milk out of the bag from the hospital and fed it to the baby.
Jack sighed and smiled. "We really need to name it."
"You don't call your son an it, he's not a killer clown."
Jack chuckled. "Okay okay... oooh Let's call him Dick!"
"Which idiot calls their kid Dick? That's like, just asking people to bully him!"
"Yeah.. Dick sounds stupid.."
"Let's call him.... Jason..."
