The BOWL; Superbat

9

"I told you to stay with Diana- You- Diana! I said to have Billy go over so the boys had someone other than themselves to be with their age."

"He said he was grounded. I can't do anything about that, Bruce." She crossed her arms. "I don't condone children disobeying orders. Damien included. He never told me he was leaving and I didn't notice until he was halfway here." Clark walked down the stairs rubbing his eyes after having just woken up.

Bruce tightened his robe in Clark's presence. "No one should be here right now. Take him and leave." Diana took his eleven year old son by the hand and slammed the door behind them. Clark stopped by Bruce.

"What was that about? Why were they here?"

"They weren't supposed to be here. Damien snuck off to get his games. They shouldn't be back until told." He turned to his mate placing his hands on Clark's chest. "I need you to do something for me."

A quick snap and Bruce's spine was set back in place. Clark used his X-Ray vision to see if it would be good or not along with Bruce's already being sore. The dark knight chuckled as he rolled into his back and sat up, his chin resting on Clark's hip bone. "Quite possibly could you be just a little more gentle next time? I don't want a broken back. Again."

Clark laughed. "Yeah, I can do that." The rest of their day after Bruce's last wave wasn't too long, sleep having most of their time before the crook in Bruce's back was giving him problems. Clark rubbed the sore spots in his mates back, Bruce sighing happily in the silence. They stayed still, Bruce leaning against the others chest, tired and cold. He hummed with a shiver. Without having to be asked Clark left the room returning with two thick blankets, Bruce grabbing both and taking his place in Clark's arms. "Better?" Bruce nodded.

Clark kept them secluded until the rest of Bruce's scent faded to normal, quiet bouts of his heat moving on in minutes instead of hours. Bruce was carried out, set on the toilet of his master bathroom. He watched as the round bath was filled with hot water and fuzzing epsom salt bubbles.
More sighs, more chin to chest cuddles and warmth. Bruce explained his plan to break the delta alpha bond they had to change him back. He'd rather them be alpha alpha. "What if breaking the delta alpha breaks out entire bond. Would you let me mark you again if it does? How do you know that you'll become an alpha again?"

"Whilst your rest I spoke with Lucius. I couldn't sleep and I had already begun it because I knew there wouldn't be enough time. Now I know what I feel for you, all I want is to be an alpha or half the villains have power over me. I'll be dead in a month."

"Go undercover. We-we'll get married as us and no one would care about the delta alpha bond with me as your mate. All those who know us as superman and batman won't even guess -"

"Guess what? Huh? Once they use their alpha voice I'll be down, on my knees. Just because I'm delta doesn't mean it won't have an affect me. Half the league won't even take me seriously now, because of my new profound weakness. So you remember what I told you on the docks? The serum they have me changed my reproductive system so that when I had the heat I could possibly get pregnant. I don't want to wait another two weeks to leave the damn house!"

"Bruce-"

He slammed his hand on Clark's chest, water flying into the air. "Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I'm perfectly calm!" The water seemed like a frozen lake on his skin, all the time trying to cool down had now gone out the window. The heat had returned and so did his erotic scent. Clark widened his eyes as Bruce began rubbing himself on his leg, and angry growl coming from his mouth when he looked into Clark's eyes. "You... are an asshole." He moaned.

"O-oh damn."

"Just, shut up and help me wait it out." Bruce but his lip as he grinded against Clark's side in the foamy water. He thought it was just another small release of his pheromones making his heat unable to leave. He was very wrong. The water began to burn from how cold it was to him, Clark getting tipsy on the bloody wine scent drifting from Bruce. His need for more pushed him over the edge. He sat in Clark's lap. "It's too heavy... Almost like another wave- erh!"

His gasped as he was lifted only to be placed down and open up around Clark's member. Clark groaned. "You're really goin' to feel this tomorrow." And he did.

Bruce woke with aches and pains. His body was stiff and the sheets were cold. His eyes scanned the dark room. It was his. He grabbed the deep red robe of his lounge chair and shuffled to the bathroom where Clark's scent faded. His own lingered.
He traveled downstairs, no trace of his new mate in the mansion. A panic rose in his chest only to be pushed down with the remembrance of Clark being Superman.
He sighed and got some coffee.

Clark stared over Metropolis. Nothing seemed to be bad at the moment, just dandy old Metropolis with cranky drivers and an overwhelming majority of people walking the streets. Some took pictures if they noticed him, others have him the bird. He only lowered to a rooftop of a building to get a closer look at the surroundings. A sharp pain struck his chest sending a shiver down his spine. After a quick circle around his city he flew back to the Wayne manor. "Bruce"

"Down here." His voice came from the batcave. Clark entered. "What's up? How was Metropolis?" Bruce blinked over the bandana over his face, wrench in his hand, tools strewn about the table. He was working on the bat mobile

"Fine..."

"So-"

"I'm busy."

Clark annoyingly rolled his eyes as he made his way back to the main household. It was too silent. He looked around the kitchen and dining room for anything to make noise. Another look through the house from where he was standing and he spotted a stereo in Tim's room. He flew up and flew back down with it in hand. Several tapes came with it but none were salvageable. With a few presses on buttons and turning the nobs it finally started playing a decent radio station.
He flopped onto the couch lazily when he heard a snap. "Oh no."

"What's oh no?" Bruce stood wiping oil from his hands. Clark swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I think I just broke your couch."