First and foremost (and not because I'm part Chinese), HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Hope you have a great time with your family with lots and lots of tasty and sticky nian gao and angbao (hongbao, or ampao, whichever you use), and of course, love!

So anyways, if there are any inconsistencies with the dynamics, (or if there are any typos) please tell me. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. This is my first time writing ABO.

Here is a picture of Bruce holding a baby (who looks like Kon, black hair, blue eyes) from Gotham Adventures #36 (http colon slash slash littlechinesedoll dot tumblr dot com slash post slash seven five zero four one four three zero four eight five slash gotham dash adventures dash two six). Thought you might like some visuals. :3 hope y'all got that link. FF dot Net is a bitch with links. Can't even support images. Ugh.


Even though Bruce was perfectly capable of getting around with crutches, Alfred, and his grown boys, (gently) pushed him into a wheelchair. Conner was very glad that his mommy was doing better, though also very sad that he couldn't sit on his lap, not for a very long while. But he was allowed to sleep beside him, as long as he didn't move too much so that he wouldn't hurt Bruce's injuries.

The other day was pretty fucked up. Bruce was most thankful that Conner wasn't too traumatized by the events. Conner had told him the man who pinched his cheek smelled really bad and that he tried to pinch him back on his leg when Bruce started beating the shit out of everybody, but then backed away when he heard a snap.

His son broke a kidnapper's shin bone. Bruce was so proud.

Even if that wasn't something he should really be proud of considering his four year old child broke someone's bones, he was without a doubt very proud. But then posed one of the challenges of raising a Kryptonian child: powers. Yes, Conner's powers didn't pop up as often as Clark's did as a child as Ma had said, and there were no breathing problems (1), thank the heavens, but when they did they were either amazing or terrifying. Amazing being the ones where he was able to throw grown men onto a wall, terrible being the ones where he broke a kidnapper's bones.

Bruce left the relaying of information about his condition, and Dr Thompson's orders to Dick. He left early, so he was probably holding a meeting in the League conference room. He on the other hand, was going to have a talk with Jason. It was unfortunate that Jason's victory was short lived.

Jason entered Bruce's bedroom, where Bruce was on the bed, still looking at the wheelchair that was provided for him. Conner was on the bed with him with a picture book in hand, reading it aloud with Bruce.

"Alfred said you wanted to see me?"

Conner looked up at Bruce. "How about you go play with Tim?" the boy nodded. "We can continue reading later, okay?" he pressed a quick kiss on the boy's hair, then watched him run out the door.

"Did you put my things back in the cave?" Bruce asked.

"Ye—"

"In their respective vaults?"

"Ehh—no."

"Put them back. I don't want you holding anything Kryptonian without my permission, instructions and supervision ever again, do you understand?" he said evenly. He wasn't mad; he was just trying to get the point across.

"Yes, sir," said Jason guiltily.

"These things can and will hurt Kon. If he so much as gets a hold of the sharp fragments of the ship Clark arrived in, he can get cut, and however trivial that might sound, and even if it'll disappear as quickly as the sun touches him, no. And you know very well, and first-hand what Kryptonite does to a Kryptonian. I hope you understand, Jason,"

"I do. Very clearly," Jason nodded. Of course he understood. That was his little brother. He shared every sentiment Bruce had when it came to Conner's safety, happiness and health.

"Good," Bruce lightly nodded as well. "Why don't you sit down, Jason,"

Jason sat down on the bed. "You okay?" he asked, noticing that Alfred had already taken off Bruce's IV for the painkillers. "Need anything?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you for asking," said Bruce tiredly. "I asked Alfred to take off the IV because it scared Conner. The blood didn't scare him when it climbed the tube, it just made him think I'm very sick. He got it from all the House Tim is watching. So I took oral medication instead,"

Bruce winced as he tried to adjust the pillows on his back. Jason fluffed them up for him and helped him get comfortable. "Your pain medication isn't what we're supposed to talk about, is it?"

"No, it isn't," he pulled up the sheets so that when Conner came in again he wouldn't see the bandages. "We are going to talk about Clark, Jason,"

Jason frowned.

"I've asked Dick to tell the League that no one is to see me until after my cycle is done," Bruce curled his toes under the blanket. "Clark set me off, and that's dangerous. I can feel it, but I don't think it'll actually start until the day comes,"

"More reason to shoot then,"

"No, Jason. You're not shooting anyone," insisted Bruce. "Alfred told me you punched him. Thank you, it makes me grateful and happy that you did, but that's it. I know you're angry, but you have to back down for a while. You can't keep going after him right now,"

"What?!" exclaimed Jason incredulously. "After all he did! After what he did to you!"

"Yes, I know," Bruce squeezed Jason's shoulder in attempt to calm him down. "But we're dealing with the law here now, Jason. Omega Bruce Wayne, and Alpha Clark Kent, are dealing with the law,"

Jason huffed in anger. "There are no laws for Omegas!" he hissed.

"There are for Alphas," Bruce said sadly. "Right now, the law takes into consideration your decisions because I'm in your care. Publicly, Conner uses my name, but what if someone finds out? You know what will happen if this gets out,"

"Bruce…" Jason frowned. He did know what would happen if they found out who Conner's father was. Bruce might lose the rights to him.

Bruce sighed. "If all goes well, I'll let you torment him, if that's what you want,"

Jason squinted his eyes at him suspiciously. "Do I have restrictions?"

Bruce rolled his eyes this time. "No Kryptonite of any color or form, no magic, no shoving him into the Solarium with the Red Sun setting, no summoning of any supernatural being, no learning magic, no asking Zatanna for charmed objects, no denying anyone apple pie, no denying anyone from seeing anyone, no high frequency and high volume sounds, and no threatening with anything previously said,"

"That's pretty much telling me not to do anything,"

"Well, there's making him do the dishes you're scheduled to do on Mondays," Bruce offered lightly.

Jason paused thoughtfully. "I'll take it,"

"No, you're not allowed to bully him into doing all your chores,"

Dammit. "I'll still punch him, though,"


Work was probably the only thing going to distract him until he figured out how he was going to approach Bruce. Sure he was a little afraid of Dick and Tim, but he was terrified of Jason, and what he could do. He had been Bruce's alpha for years, and if he had the power to raid Bruce's Kryptonite vaults, who knew what else he was capable of getting his hands on?

Being back at the Planet was making him extremely guilty, too. Bruce bought it so he could get his job back. Well, at least everybody had cubicles now, and no one was going to see him with his head on his table, unable to stand up and actually do anything. His computer was open, and so were the gadgets that were connected to it, printer, scanner, etc., and they were all on standby. Clark didn't have an assignment yet, but he wasn't going to miss the first day back.

He sat up and sighed. The computer and all the gadgets looked brand new. Maybe Bruce provided them when he bought the Planet. He sure had missed a lot. He stood up and went to get himself a cup of coffee. There was a vending machine for the coffee now, just like the one up on the Watchtower. As soon as he was in front of it, he suddenly lost the desire for a cup.

"Hey, Smallville,"

Clark jumped. "Oh, uh, hey, Lois," he smiled nervously.

"You okay?" Lois asked worriedly. "Aren't you supposed to look refreshed after a long vacation?"

"Yes, well," Clark cleared his throat as he let the vending machine eat the bill he gave it. "The things I came back to weren't exactly…what I expected I'd come home to. It's kind of scary—"

"LANE!" came Perry's voice.

"Sorry, Clark. Coming, chief!" Lois dashed through the cubicles to Perry's office, leaving Clark with a cup of coffee he really didn't want.

Clark frowned at his coffee, but drank it anyway. It'd be waste to throw it away. He finished it in a few gulps, and threw he crushed cup in the nearest trash bin. He winced at the heat and bitterness. He hadn't seen Jimmy around yet, so maybe he was safe from the interrogation about his so called vacation.

When he got back to his cubicle, his printer started printing. He brought the computer out of standby, and there was no indication whatsoever that it was printing any document saved in it. It was when he looked at the document being printed that he panicked. Clark grabbed the document as soon as it was finished printing, but then the printer started printing another, and another.

'Oh, Rao,' he thought as he saw the letter head come out of the printer first.

DEPARTMENT OF STATE

FOREIGN SERVICE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

REPORT OF BIRTH

CHILD BORN ABROAD OF AMERICAN PARENTS OR PARENT

He slumped down on his office chair. Okay, so maybe he didn't think about the legal ramifications of being an alpha marking, impregnating and leaving an omega to fend for himself and the child. It didn't even cross his mind.

He took the document and frowned when he saw the data typed in. The info for the father was blank. Bruce's info wasn't completely in it, too, but maybe that had to be done to protect himself.

He let the printer continue printing. There were more legal documents, about Bruce being in the care of another alpha whose name was blurred out.

He read through the documents, thankful there was no one checking up on him while he did. He fixed up the papers, and put them in a brown envelope that was lying around, then looked at the last piece that was printed.

Clark,

Be careful with these. Don't let anyone see them. Not even Lois. Bruce didn't give Conner your name for nothing.

Dick

PS. Tim says sorry if he made you think your printer is haunted. Or if your computer had been hacked. Technically it had been but no one that wants to bring down The Planet. He says hi.

He flew the documents back to his apartment before going up to the Watchtower.


When he entered the League conference room, Dick was standing at the capital, with all the others seated, looking very unimpressed. (2) Clark could say he was channelling Bruce pretty damn well. As soon as he sat down, Dick pulled back the cowl. Wally pulled back his as well.

"This might not be official League business," started Dick, "But this is everybody's business," he looked at Clark. "I take it you've received all the legal documents?"

"Yes," Clark nodded. And the photo. "Thank you. Not just for the documents,"

"According to Dr Thompson," he continued, giving everybody glances. "Bruce will recover, like he always does. She's prescribed him both oral and through IV painkillers and medicine to prevent infection. Both sustained gunshots did not fracture any bones, and no vital organs were damaged from the stab wound,"

Dick paused, and took a breath. Bruce may have been injured many times on the field, but this might be a different case to everyone.

"However, even if he is stronger due to your presence of the alpha he partially bonded with, no one is allowed to see him or the child until after the resumption of his cycle. That may be weeks from now," he continued.

Clark would've let out a sad whine if he were a dog. But he had to get his shit together and keep calm. Even Dick wouldn't call him Bruce's alpha. He deserved that.

"You especially, Clark, are not allowed in Gotham at all," Dick looked directly at him. Clark wasn't going to say he'd changed completely, but it did look like Bruce's children had been forced to grow up once again. "Your return set him off, and Bruce is now on the verge of untimely heat. He will be on a prescribed and safe cocktail of painkillers and heat suppressants,"

"I'm sorry," frowned Clark.

"I know you are for a lot of things," Dick sighed dejectedly. "But first thing's first, I'd like you to know that the senior roster of the Justice League, is your son's godparents, so it is given that they know everything,"

For a moment, Clark wanted to lock himself up in the Fortress for a few weeks. But he'd escaped his duties for too long already.

"Bruce will be the one to introduce Conner to you, no one else," said Dick levelly. "We are giving him that right. You are not legally listed as Conner's father or Bruce's Alpha. You aren't listed, nor are you acknowledged. Your name isn't on Conner's birth report when he was born in France, nor is it on his birth certificate when Jason and I arranged his papers. Do you understand that, Clark? And do you understand why?"

There was nothing he could do but nod. He recalled the papers he had received earlier that day. Most of the ones that required information on both parents weren't completely filled out.

"Do you really?" frowned Wally.

Clark didn't know where everybody was getting his patience with him. Dick still sounded relatively calm. If he were in his place he would probably have already beaten himself to death already.

Dick took a deep breath. Before he could say anything, John spoke.

"To give you the jist, Clark, you made Bruce a whore," said John. "Which is why," stood up as his voice rose, "You should be thankful those punks wanted money and not someone to fuck!"

"John!" Shayera made John sit back down. "Hey," she said softly as she rubbed comforting circles on John's back.

Dick waited for John to calm down before he spoke. Clark looked shocked and shaken up enough. "If none of his family were an alpha, Bruce would be up for grabs, like a TV on Black Friday, to any alpha who steps up and offers to care for him. Not bond, or mate, but to care for,"

"And breed," Wally added not so helpfully. That earned him looks for Shayera and Diana. "What?"

"Thank you, Wally," Dick bit out. "Now," he continued, "I assume you already know which alpha we're talking about. And I'm pretty sure he'll do anything and everything to make sure you earn your non legal rights to see your mate and son,"

Clark stared at Dick, unable to absorb everything he had just heard without freaking out. His brain to mouth filter was unresponsive, so he immediately said, "I'll do anything you want. Just don't…don't keep them away from me," he begged.

"Correction," said Dick, "You'll do anything and everything Jason wants."


(1) In Man Of Steel, Ma mentioned that she used to watch Clark breathe, because he was having a hard time breathing.
(2) Like the table they had at Young Justice. No one sits at the capital, only at the sides. In JLU, their conference room had a round table.

I don't have anything to say for myself.

I'm sorry.

You know why I'm trying to torture (I'm trying, I swear) Clark? Because he had his eyes on Diana the whole time on JL:War. I'm very upset about that. I'm upset about the fact that a woman who grew up with women, believing men are dirty little shits, fell in love with one at first sight.

CLARK DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME WITH BRUCE, OKAY?

But that's okay. Justice League: War was Hal and Bruce's first date. Hal even has a petname for Bruce: Spooky. I love it. I'm on that ship now. Bruce is going to enjoy a lot of kinky stuff with Hal. I'll probably write a little fic soon. Hopefully it's tiny.