The BOWL; Superbat

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His heart was beating rapidly. Clark's feet took him closer to the four, none daring to move. "You have to hear me out..." Bruce shook his head.

"I wanted you to stay gone."

"You're heart beats and brain fluctuation say otherwise." Another step and a bite to the strudel and Dick began to growl behind the Wayne's. Alfred took Damian in his arms moving the two behind Bruce and Dick. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk."

Bruce tilted his head towards the others. "Leave us." The others were gone in seconds. it of course watching in their own way. The Wayne brought Clark into his office. "We each have our own sons. We have families. Don't let this come between that. I've already been constructing a new serum to fight off Calor. Which I have been injected with two days ago during a speech. Public, not a single person knows though and I plan to keep it that way." He paused. "You seem to love Lois."

"I do."

"Would you help me before this 3 week period is over and we have to... engage, in activities neither of us want." Both leaned closer not realizing. They were drawn to one another and couldn't help it. Bruce cleared his throat and backed away. "Please, answer now or go home. I have no time for this."

"I will. Help, I mean. Lois won't approve but she also won't approve of us being mated so let's get this over with."

The walls were closing in. Clark paced in silence like he was on time out of some sort of thing. It was all his fault. The small fight and the biting. If he had mated Lois this would be never happened. He loved her but the fact of them being connected always scared him so the two decided they would be better off.
He kept looking at Bruce. Their scents aggravated each other so Bruce refused to even look at him. So far all they did was sigh and do things separate in which caused pains whenever Clark would leave the room. They were apart for too long during the first week of being marked and now that their together it hurts to be even meters.

"Stop pacing." Clark stopped to glare but continued. Another annoyed groan came from Bruce as he pushed his keys and mouse away to look at Clark. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

" ... Go home. Go see your son. We can continue this tomorrow after you've rested. "

"But- What about the serum?"

"Do you know how long it will take me to even find a way to make this kind of serum and then actually get the sums right? Months. I have to do all this in three weeks so please. Let me have all the time I can get."

Clark nodded then was gone. Bruce sighed.

The upstairs windows slammed against the walls. Rains and thunder deafening the surrounding area around the manor. Damian sat at the bar with a bowl of cereal watching the lightning strike the grounds not far from the mansion. Alfred poured his own bowl across from him. Slowly but surely the father of the unruly child walked into the kitchen entryway with no sign of life in his face. He shuffled to the coffee machine ignoring all and grabbed the pot. Alfred turned the page of his newspaper as he watched his ward begin to chug half the liquid. He set the pot back on the hangar and walked out of the room. Both Alfred and Damian snickered under their breath.

"All of you to the cave in five minutes. That includes Jason."

Bruce pulled his fingerless gloves over his hands as the few of his robins trickled into the almost blindingly white underground. Tim had arrived after Alfred and Damian, Dick coming in not so far behind from his apartment in Gotham. All had paged Jason but he had yet to show up. The boys grew impatient.
Clark stepped in, his glasses hanging off the hem of his t-shirt and a flannel tied over his jeans.

"What's going on, Bruce?" Dick questioned. He glanced from Clark to the others. "Why is superman here?"

"Does anything seem different in any way?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. We have an alien invasion." Damian joked but Dick elbowed him in the ribs.

"Don't be an ass." He turned to his elders with a confused look. "I've been concerned and I believe I have a good reason to be if Clark Kent is here. You smell different. Off."

"Correct. Tim, give me a logical reason for that."

"You've been marked, not mated or we wouldn't smell you at all."

Bruce nodded passing his eyes towards Clark. He breathed deep before continuing. "Clark entered Gotham without permission knowing well that he has no need to be here unless it were urgent. What he needed to speak with me about could be been handled with over the phone but instead he decided it was a good idea to come into my home late at night and pick a fight. Isn't that right, Clark?"

"Yes."

"Now during this fight he dumbly and with idiocy bit me over one of my scent pairs. I had already shot him with kryptonite arrows so when I instinctively bit back I pierced skin so now we have just under three weeks to get this taken care of or guess who will be coming to visit once a year."

"Good ol' stepdaddy Clark Kent. Yeehaw."

Dick angrily turned to Damian. "You know what you little prick-" Tim grabbed Dick by the hoodie, Damian held back by Alfred. Bruce only sighed. He watched grinning Clark from an angle letting his own smile pull his lips. He walked over, arms crossed, hair a disheveled mess. He hasn't showered so his scent was high. Clark flinched when he was half a meter from him.

"You're, uh... You're really close."

"Sorry. I can't help it." His nose opened to Clark's arousing smell. He kept telling himself it was the serum in his veins making him this way. The serum that will cause a delta heat by the end of their four week notice. So much, time had already passed to mistakes that cannot afford to be there. "Take me to the docks. I left some packets under the creaky one by the Titan tower."

Clark shrugged. "Alright." He lifted Bruce his usual bridal style not bothering to notice the laughter from Bruce's boys.

A smile on his face and a light step, Clark landed carefully over the rickety wooden dock. Old half sunken boats anchored to the shafts sticking from the water. "So. Packets." Bruce ignored the words placing a pair of goggles and pill shaped breather over his face. He kicked his shoes into the water and jumped after them.
Clark confused but willing jumped in after him.