Unbeta'd. Written at 230 in the morning. I'll probably change the title sooner or later.
"J'onn," Jason said into his earpiece. "I need Dick down here now," he said urgently. "We need someone to help Alfred and Dr Thompson—" he snaps his head to the direction of the door where he heard Alfred trying to get Tim to calm down. Leslie was behind Bruce, laying some towels between his legs.
Bruce was on his knees on the bed, wearing nothing but a loose, undone plaid shirt—one of Clark's—gripping his shaking thighs as he breathed harshly through another contraction. He let out another moan as he pressed his forehead to Jason's cool, bare chest. "I need to push—I need to…please let me push," he begged as Jason rubbed circles on his back.
"Not yet," said Leslie, moving over to the prepared table near her, where the medical supplies were all laid out. "You'll know when it's time. But just a little bit more, Bruce, and you'll be able to see your baby,"
Jason wasn't sure if he was going to be able to survive the whole thing, but apparently he did. He'd seen Bruce with broken bones and gunshots and stab wounds but those were nothing compared to watching, helping Bruce through contractions that came and went every few minutes with increasing intensity and duration for hours.
Sure, a few injuries after a night's patrol would be grunted, moaned and groaned at for a while after treatment but this? Hearing Bruce let out sounds that Jason didn't even know what to call? That he didn't know if it was just pain from the contraction, or if it was his despair in his alpha's absence? Jason wanted to kill him. He was going to kick Superman's ass so hard.
"Please," Bruce whispered, then a moment later he let out a sob as another contraction wracked through him. Jason held him as he trembled and sobbed.
"Batman is on his way, Red Hood," said J'onn into his earpiece. "He's at ten minutes ETA, coming from Rhelasia with Wonder Woman."
"D-don't, J'onn," Bruce stammered, "If he's busy don't bother…"
"It's alright," said J'onn, "He had requested that we inform him when you're ready to deliver,"
"Bruce, c'mon, just a little water," Jason wiped the sweat away from Bruce's forehead, and let him sip some water from a straw, and gives him some ice chips to chew on. He holds his father closely and gently, wiping away the sweat and tears from his face with a cool, wet towel.
He'd been in labour for about eight hours now. He was tried, and was close to actually letting Leslie cut him open, but it was too late now. For all he knew the baby had already made its way down his cervix already.
Heh. Cervix. For years and years, ever since he was a child, he'd ignored the slit behind his cock, pretending it, and the reproductive organs inside him, didn't exist, taking as many heat suppressants as possible and now…now it was about to stretch as far as it could go to let his baby—his baby!—pass through.
Oh, God, he was going to have a baby.
"Please!" Bruce burst out. He pressed a hand to his firm belly, begging the baby to let him off easy and come out already in his thoughts. There was pressure everywhere, and the overwhelming urge to push was too much.
Jason reddened when Bruce's moans turned a little sexual. Leslie did warn him that labour and birth was going to stimulate the same organs stimulated during sex. He grabbed some tissues from the Kleenex box on bedside as Bruce shook and trembled.
Bruce thought he was going insane. He'd been hard the whole time and he wished it'd just go away. He didn't know if he was in pain, or in pleasure, but suddenly, "Jay, I'm going to…I'm going to…" he grips onto Jason tightly in a breathless, silent scream.
Jason quietly wiped away the mess, and throws it across the room to a trash bin, and mentally celebrated the three point shot. Bruce was leaning onto him now, having barely enough strength to keep himself straight.
A moment later, Bruce knew he had to push with the new contraction and was gripping on Jason's upper arms, holding his breath and was already bearing down. Leslie was behind him the whole time. "Breathe, Bruce," she said after about ten seconds.
Bruce let out a breath, and then was taking in huge gulps of air. Jason was whispering encouragements in his ear, not that he really needed any of it since he was obviously not a man who would give up. "Just a little bit more," Jason whispered, letting Bruce cling to him and try to break his arms.
"I'm here!" Dick barged in, wearing a tank top and some sweats that look suspiciously like Jason's, but Jason didn't care. "Alfred took Tim out for a walk; I'm here," he announced breathlessly.
"Get some more towels," Leslie told him as she assisted the black mass emerging from Bruce's slit.
"Get me one of the face towels, Dick!" Jason yelled after him.
Dick dashed to the bathroom, taking as many towels as his arms could carry, and set the towels down at the foot of the bed. He threw the face towel to his brother, who rolled it up so Bruce could have something to bit on.
Bruce gladly took the rolled up cloth into his mouth and bit down hard as he pushed through the contraction and the waves of pain.
"Oh my god," Dick gasped, taking a few steps back. He could see the baby crowning, and Dick couldn't help but frown in worry when it cruelly slid back farther in than it slid out as Bruce took a break.
Bruce stopped when the contraction faded, he let go of the towel, trying to get as much air as he can as possible into his lungs. Jason put the towel back in his mouth again just when another contraction, not even moments from the previous one, pierced through him. He had to get it out. He tried not to mind the pain and just concentrate on getting it out but everything hurt.
"OH GOD THE HEAD'S OUT." Dick exclaimed, and everything in Bruce's lower regions looked tight and stretched to the limit and he felt like throwing up, and felt like thanking heaven he wasn't going to go through that, and also cursing everything because Tim was going to.
"Dick, shut up!" Jason hissed as he adjusted Bruce's weight on him, and wiped his forehead with a cool cloth to prevent the sweat from reaching Bruce's eyes.
"It is?" Bruce asked, and reached down between his legs, his hands guided by Leslie, then felt something hard and round bulging out of him. "Oh God," he choked out.
"Breathe, Bruce," instructed Leslie, taking more towels from the pile beside her to catch the spilling fluids. "Just a few more pushes,"
"Look at me," Jason lifts Bruce's face to make eye contact with him. "Look at me," he said again, "I know you're not giving up. I know that you can do this," he just wanted Bruce to have an alpha's reassurance, touch and love, even if it's only his son's. "A little more, okay? A little more and you'll have your baby,"
Bruce looked into Jason's eyes. His son. His amazing, wonderful son, who was trying his best to be his alpha. He nodded, taking in the words of encouragement. He spread his knees a little wider, and began pushing again.
It was like he was being torn apart as the mass stretched him more than he could take, then suddenly, the pressure was gone and the rest of the baby slid out of him easily.
"There we go!" said Leslie happily as she caught the baby. She untangled the cord, and cleared the child's nose and mouth. It gave a cough, a hiccup, then a loud, shrieking cry. "Meet your son, Bruce,"
That was the most beautiful thing Bruce had ever heard in his entire life. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh as Jason gently rolled him over to rest between his legs and lean against his chest. He watched Dick and Leslie wipe away the blood and gunk off him and dry him off. The baby was placed in Bruce's shaking arms, calming down as he felt his contact his bearer's skin.
Dick, with all smiles and tears, handed Leslie the scissors.
"Will you do the honours, Alpha Todd?" Leslie offered the scissors to Jason, who with the biggest smile and the happiest heart, gladly cut the cord.
"Look at you," cried Bruce, "You must be tired, huh?" he cooed, taking one of the child's hands and pressing his lips to the tiny appendage. The child opened his eyes, and Bruce had to choke back a sob.
They were Clark's eyes.
"Looks a lot like him," said Jason.
"Yeah," Bruce agreed, unable to look away from his son.
When everything had been cleaned including Bruce, the baby wrapped in a warm blanket, and the afterbirth delivered, Leslie said her goodbyes, and Dick joined Jason and Bruce on the bed. A few minutes later, Alfred and Tim joined them in the room.
"Bruce!" said Tim worriedly.
"Shh," Bruce told him quietly. "Come see, Tim,"
Tim shyly went up to the bed, and peered at his sleeping baby brother. "He's so small," he whispered in awe. "What will you call him?" he looked up at Bruce.
Dick looked at Bruce, and Jason, still behind Bruce holding him, and Alfred, standing by Tim, his heart swelling with pride, waited for the answer.
Bruce smiled at the baby. "Conner," he finally said. "Conner Joseph Kent."
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