Bruce has been the Queen of the Gods for eons. Overall, he thinks very highly of himself, but he does enjoy having a good reputation and being the representation of marriage, fertility and family while being married to Clark can put a damper on that.
People crave his blessings when a marriage is happening and he always knows when a union will be successful or not. His and Clark's union is a success, not always happy but a success. In these modern times he has learned more about how marriages adapt and grow. He no longer cares for Clark's extra marital affairs. Once upon a time, he would beg to be let out of the union, to be denied over and over again. To beg Clark to stop fostering these children outside of their home. He has killed or caused strife within homes too often because of his emotional attachment to Clark.
Clark is who he is and the fool of a man has given him everything he has ever asked for, for the most part. In a marriage, one must put themselves first so they can be a sane partner for the other. He needs to get sane again. However Clark reacts that it isn't his problem. The possessive fool isn't going to leave him anyways, so he's going to find his spark again.
1.
A wood nymph named Nectar has been in an affair with Clark for the last month. She hears she is the longest affair he has ever had. She has seen Clark and Bruce out and about with their children and Bruce looks like he doesn't even pay Clark any attention. She knows deep down she has the skills to be a leader to the Gods, to get more respect for the nymphs in Olympus and in the mortal realm. Clark even said she was smart.
The last time they were together he also said he wanted her to bear his children. To have the King of the Gods say such words to her made her melt. Clark was obviously done with Bruce. Unions can break up. Haven't they been married long enough anyways.
She has groceries in her hand as she walks up the stairs to his home. It'll be a nice surprise. She knows Bruce is at a karate tournament with one of their children. So, the likelihood of Clark saying no is unlikely. Ohhhh. She is so proud of her own thought process.
Finally at the top of the stairs, she puts the groceries on the floor before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before an angry looking teen answered the door.
The teen squints his eyes at him. "The fuck you want nymph?" She notices a weapon is strapped to his back.
"Umm" She stutters. She didn't think one of their kids would open the door. Don't they have school?
The teen looks annoyed.
"Oh, um. May I see Clark?" She gestures to the bags next to help. Hoping that will plead her case.
She watches the teen smirk at her. Oh maybe food will get her in this teen's good graces. "Sure," said the teen. "I'll get my Father."
He doesn't move, just stares at the nymph, then a minute or two later, Clark shows up.
"Yes, Jason."
The boy gestures to the nymph. Looking away from the teen Clark lights up. Nectar sees that as a good sign and as she begins to speak, she is interrupted.
"Daddy!" A voice calls behind Nectar. Looking behind her she sees a child in a karate uniform with a trophy in their hand running up the stairs. Following behind the child is the Queen herself. She has never seen Bruce this close before and the aura he radiates is mesmerizing. Even with a My Little Pony sports duffle bag on his shoulder. He pushes his long braids off of his shoulder as he ascends the stairs.
She just watches Bruce. The muffled voices of their son chatting away behind him and Clark enthusiastically agreeing with whatever the child is saying.
When Bruce is at the top, he looks at Nectar. "May we help you?"
She doesn't know what to say, but tries to come up with something, yet Clark answers for her. "Oh, that's Nectar." At least he said her name. Her confidence is perking up a little bit. Would this be the moment?
"I helped her home out a few days ago with Arthur when a flood was caused by his wife after she gave birth."
Nectar felt her soul break. Feeling eyes on her. She looked to Jason who was still smirking at her and leaning against the doorway.
"Oh. I do remember." Said Bruce. Walking closer to Jason to place a kiss on the teens head. Jason looks pissed off at being touched but his ears go red.
"And she brought us groceries as a thank you."
Bruce looked at the groceries in question and then went back to Nectar. She laid a hand on the nymphs head. Giving a few rubs. The Queen is so affectionate. Nectar starts to feel awful for disrespecting the Queen.
"Thank you, young one. Would you like to join us for a meal?" Said Bruce.
Regaining her voice. "No thank you ma'am. Being in your presence is enough." She watches Bruce smile. It was so warm.
Removing her hand. He walks up to Clark and gives him a kiss. Nectar watches the King become so smitten from just a light kiss from the Queen.
"Clark put the groceries away please. Damien, go show Dick your trophy. He should be home."
Damien leaves the doorway and Clark does as asked. Not even speaking to Nectar. He makes eye contact with her and walks back into the house.
Bruce turns back to Nectar. "Have a safe trip home young one and thank you again for your offering." He waves goodbye and walks into their home.
Trying to get feeling back into her legs after watching such a display of domesticity, she gets to the fourth step before she hears Jason's voice.
"You aren't the first to do this, but I hope you're the last. Remember, my uncle is the King of the Sea. That 'flood' can have a repeat."
She hears a door shut behind her and is grateful she didn't turn around to face Jason as he spoke. The tears finally fell from her face in embarrassment. Why did she think a nymph knew anything? The Gods would always put each other first.
2.
A minor God named Geyser, is furious as he walks out of his meeting with his manager. How could he just lose his campaign just like that? So fucking what if the Queen of the Gods wants to start working again? He is fucking old! Who would want to buy makeup with Bruce's face on it?!
This was so frustrating. He has been the face of Isles Makeup for the past two years and sucking Clarks's dick for the past three. That slimy sack of shit. This was probably his doing since he wouldn't let Clark go all the way with him. That asshole fucks anything with a heartbeat, and sucking his dick got him this campaign, which apparently is going to a bitch who actually fucks him.
He punches a tree once he is outside. He really didn't want to start seeing Bruce's face everywhere where his own face was meant to be. Maybe if he went all the way, he could get his job back or even a better one.
Honestly, everyone knows Clark and Bruce don't have the happiest marriage. Clark will sometimes complain about Bruce while he is sucking his dick under his desk. He should be able to make Bruce quit. That two bit Queen belonged at home hidden from view, only brought out for photo ops.
Taking his phone out he dials Clark.
"Hello."
He amps up the tears. "Clark?"
"Oh Geyser, what's wrong?" Clark sounds worried. This seems like it'll be easy to manage. It's not like he cares about Bruce anyways.
"My campaign." Geyser groans.
"What about it? Did some younger, prettier face take it from you? If so, I'd like the name." Clark laughs. Of course he'd say something like that.
"No, your freaking wife!" He says in frustration.
"Bruce?" Clark questions.
Geyser pauses in confusion. "Um yeah, Unless you have another wife." Do they not even talk together?
That makes Clark laugh. "Huh. He hasn't modeled in years."
"So you didn't take this from me?"
"No, I got it for you." He sounds earnest. "Why would I take it?" Ask Clark.
"To make Bruce happy."
Clark doesn't reply.
"Clark?" Why'd he pause?
"Yeah, I'm here. Just thinking."
"Yeah, well." Geyser hesitates. "So, can you get it back for me or at least get me a better one?"
"If Bruce is happy with it, then no. I won't do that. A better one? Umm." Clark sighs.
In frustration at waiting on Clark, Geyser says "You have a lot of connections. I know you can get me something."
"I do." He agrees. "And I believe this is a connection I want to end."
Worried about his bag. Geyser pleads. "What? Why? Do you want to go all the way? We can."
From the sound Clark makes. Geyser knows he is rubbing his eyes in frustration. "I honestly don't care about having sex with you. The blowjobs were fine, but" He pauses. "I've noticed I want something else nowadays."
"You are the king. You've got everything."
"Most would think." Geyser hears a car door shut. He looks to his left and across the street, he sees Clark walking into the building he walked out of earlier. He knows Bruce is in there as well.
He watches Clark pause before entering the building. "I'll pay your rent next month if you're worried about that. Otherwise, this arrangement has come to a close." Clark ends the call. Geyser watches him walk into the building.
Geyser groans again and leans further into the tree behind him. Looking at the sky, he thinks it might be time to settle down and go talk to a matchmaker.
3.
A human girl named Rose is awoken when she notices her boyfriend Kent isn't in bed with her. She looks around and sees her bathroom door is closed with the light on.
She sits up against the headboard and waits for him to be done, but the flush never happens, and she notices a muffled sound. Moving slowly off the bed she creeps closer to the bathroom door. Hearing the conversation is clearer.
"Mommy isn't feeling well?" Is he talking to his siblings? Kent told him he was an only child. Grew up on some farm in Kansas.
Silence.
"Oh no." She hears Clark coo. "Daddy will be home soon. The office meeting took longer than usual. That's what happens with international business deals. Is mommy awake? No? Is she breathing? Okay, good. I'm on my way. Yes, sweetheart, I love you too."
She hears a flush and the door opens. Her arms are crossed as she stares at him.
"I thought you were divorced."
"Eh, separated. Divorce not official." He corrects nonchalantly.
"I didn't know you had kids." She says. Watching Kent go around her and grab his pants off the floor.
"Didn't think it was necessary enough to tell you." He buckles his belt.
She throws her arms down in anger. "We've been together for three months. I'm even pregnant." She screams. She watches Kent stop. He stares at her as if he is analyzing her.
"Huh. So you are." He returns to redressing himself.
"Also your ex-wife is a grown woman." She said, "She can handle herself!" The anger is flowing through her. She might even punch him. She was an MMA fighter after all. She thought this was love. She was so excited to finally find a man not intimidated by her lifestyle.
"What I do with my wife or children is none of your concern." He throws back at her.
"I am your concern. I am pregnant. That is important, you asshole."
He is finally fully dressed as he walks over to her. He pulls her close. A warm embrace that she was used to enjoying. This night being the first of many in their three months of knowing one another. Her arms wrap around him as well.
"I'm scared Kent." She whispers.
"Don't be. My wife was always a champ at having kids. You can be too." He kisses the top of her head.
"Don't bring her up when you're holding me."
Kent laughs. "Sure sure. Hey, before I go. Let me pray for your stomach. It's for safe delivery and good health." He pulls back and kneels down.
Pulling her shirt up. She asked "You've done this for your wife before?"
He starts to rub her stomach. "I've done this for other people, but never my wife."
She gets a bit nervous. "Why not?" She feels him flick her stomach in the directions of north, east, south and west. He chants one word and stands up. She pulls her shirt down.
"How are you feeling?" He asks with a smile on his face.
"Okay. I think it worked. Hopefully I won't have morning sickness anymore." She says.
He kisses her on her forehead. "I have to get home." He walks out of the bedroom to the front door.
"Home?"
He shrugs. "Yeah, home. Wife, kids, pets."
"You're such a liar." She says. Knowing she was probably going to raise this baby alone.
She watches Kent laugh. "Oh, you don't even know half of it is mortal." and he was gone.
The next morning, she does notice that there is no morning sickness and it continues for the rest of the week. She thinks maybe Kent is a liar, but the prey seems to be holding up.
She doesn't see him for the next two weeks, but receives a sonogram in the mail, her own sonogram with a "X" mark over it. Frightened, she heads to her doctors for the baby to be checked on and they tell her that there is no evidence of her being a patient at their office.
She shows the secretary the sonogram picture with their office's name on it. They tell her that it looks fake. They even say there isn't a name on it at all. Just a "Z" in the corner. She stares at the picture in wonder of how she didn't see it before. Feeling embarrassed and confused, she asks if she can have a pregnancy test at least. They agree and she goes to sit down.
An hour later, her name is called and she takes the test. The results are negative.
Confused beyond belief. She thinks of the prayer Kent did. Prayer her ass. It was a fucking curse! She is upset, upset doesn't even describe how she feels, but she won't cry. This situation doesn't deserve her tears. She thanks the doctors and heads home.
On her walk home, she thinks of the word that Kent said when he touched her stomach. She remembers hearing something similar when she once played a video game. Abeo. It's latin she knows.
4.
The family was spending the day in the Underworld. Oliver and Dinah have been married over 500 years and she wanted a big celebration for it. Even her mother came below, but that was mostly for the grandchildren. She still had a distaste for Oliver and often Oliver would get scarce or bother one of his siblings whenever his mother-in-law would arrive.
Like at this moment, he left the pool area to see where Clark went. He had allowed Arthur to make waves in the pool for the children, but needed to make sure his overzealous brother wouldn't drown a child. It hasn't happened in eons, but he'll always worry the same.
Walking further into the house, he was hoping Clark wasn't getting a blowjob from one of his workers again. He had banned that shit in an instant. Maybe Clark didn't care about defiling his marriage, but he wasn't about that life. Also, his respect level for Bruce was higher than Clark's. Bruce, who happens to be looking radiant today.
Clark must've noticed it too, since he spent a good portion of the party at his wife's side, just staring at Bruce. Cassandra almost ate from the Underworld food table, but Clark caught her in time. He just made her a plate as she sat on Bruce's lap eating. After that he must have been let out of whatever trance he was under.
Clark was usually good about watching his kids when they came down into the Underworld. The wives with children in the age range to be married usually dragged Bruce away so that left only Clark on duty.
Returning to his search for his brother, he rounded a corner near the front yard and heard Clark's voice.
"I'm not leaving." Said Clark.
"Why not? Not like you can't disappear for a bit. You've done it before." That voice sounded familiar. Thought Oliver.
"Why do people who I've fucked a few times think they can tell me what to do?" He heard Clark sneer.
"I'm not telling, I'm suggesting. This party's boring anyways. Your wife isn't even paying you any mind and your kids are having fun."
"What my wife does, is only my concern."
"Okay, okay." The other person blows a raspberry. "How about this? We can meet up later tonight, come back down here later when the kiddies are in bed." Now he knows who this is. It's his fucking nanny. Blackfire, an Underworld Nymph, who was a good worker in their home and a good companion to his wife.
Clark has been fucking her too! People wonder why he married someone as young as Dinah? Because she was untouched by Clark, among other wonderful things about her, but that just seals an already in place deal. Yet, as he listened to his conversation, he could tell something was different about Clark. Usually he was down for some hanky panky of any kind, and Oliver was ready to tell his brother off once this conversation was over, but Clark didn't seem interested in the nymph in front of him.
"I think I need a break from whatever this is." Clark said. His brother sounded tired. Like he just wanted piece of mind for a while.
Blackfire wasn't having that. "I'll go in there and tell your wife about whatever fun you think you're having with your family. Then you have some time for me. Can even stay with me while your wife cools down or you can finally leave her for once. This cat and mouse game you've both been doing for eons is painful to watch. Even for a nymph like me." She suggested. If she thought just because she was employed by Oliver, she would be protected. Oliver grimaced. She should have done this around more people. Evidence, girl.
He could go over there and save her, but he rarely heard Clark deny someone after having sex with them. This was more entertaining.
Guess he'll have to find a new nanny. Dinah wasn't going to be happy. He'll never understand why Clark's side piece thinks they'll be able to get close to Bruce or his status in any way.
Cheater he may be, but when it comes to Bruce, he'll cause a war with no problem. This younger generation needs to pay more attention to their history books and truthfully Clark would kill one of his own children before letting Bruce go.
Oliver hears a thump. Sounds like a body hitting the pavement. Finally revealing himself from the shadows, he walks closer to Clark. He sees Blackfire's body being engulfed in flames. Her arm reaches out to him before it becomes ashes.
"Isn't that a bit much?" Said Oliver. He was not ready for his conversation with Dinah later at all.
"No. I could have let centaurs rape her for all eternity." That's true. He's done that before.
He turns to Clark. "You'll be finding me a nanny that you find absolutely revolting to be around."
"Hmm." Is Clark's response.
5.
Jason is walking around the elementary school for Tim and Damian's classroom. This is usually Dick's job, but he has to stay late at school for his childbirth classes. Why he wants to be a doula is beyond me.
His own teachers have been asking them what they want to be when they grow up. He doesn't know yet, but he knows he wants to be aggressive in his career. Possibly murder, but he doesn't know yet. There is a girl in his class he wants to ask out on a date, her red locks make him think of passion and fury, but he doesn't know if his own looks will match up to her standards. She's all about beauty and love. Who can make a career out of that?
"Um excuse me?" A voice takes him out of his thoughts. I'm an adult.
"Yeah." Jason responds. He adjusted the backpack higher up his shoulder.
"Are you Clark and Bruce's child?"
He knows this could be an innocent question but after seeing a few of Dad's affairs in the flesh, he is always on edge when one of them tries to talk to them.
"Yeah, and?"
"Oh great. Your brothers are in my classroom. Tim told us another brother was picking them up today and I've never met you before. I'm Constantine. Damian's teacher."
"Oh, I'm Jason." He seems like a cool teacher. He has a lollipop in his mouth.
"Follow me then."
They go to a classroom that looks like a first grade classroom. Colors everywhere, short tables and a little picture catches his eye. Must be Damian's. It's all focused on karate and he sees a stick figure that must be their mom.
"Jason!" Damian waves at him. He thinks Damian is his favorite sibling behind Dick. He has such an aggressive flair about him.
"Hey Jay." Said Tim. He is sitting next to Damian at a little table. He ruffles Tim's head, being mindful of the scars on top. Tim was his quiet sibling. Always in his room making gadgets. Tim and Cassy were who he went to when he wanted peace and quiet. Rare, but something he needed from time to time.
Cassie was only three, but sweet. She sneaks into his bed at least once a week.
"Ready to go?" They nod.
"Hey, I'mma walk with you guys out. Since this is your first time picking them up, I don't want Zatanna to see you."
Zatanna? "Who's that?" Jason asked. Watching his brothers and their teacher pack their things up.
He watches Constantine place his beige coat on and walk to the doorway. He looks both ways and gestures to the kids to follow him. They do.
"Your father, our King, stopped making visits apparently. If you get what I mean." Jason does. He likes Constantine, he treats him like an adult. Doesn't try and sugarcoat the things his father does.
"Anyway, she made a threat against your dad allegedly for denying her her place or something like that and your father pulled his funding. Now she's scrambling to find other ways to keep the school upgrades going." They keep walking. Getting closer to the exit, he watches the teacher let out a sigh of relief.
"She's a scary Goddess, but a good headmaster. Sad, she let this situation take hold of her." He opens the door for them. The kids walk out. Constantine follows and closes the door.
"Get home safe kids." He pops away in a flash.
Jason looks at his siblings. "How does Dick usually deal with her?"
"He's a charmer. She's always nice to him." Said Tim.
"Why doesn't mom come instead?"
Tim just shrugs. "We like coming here and mom has offered to take us out, but I only have one more year left."
"No, you just like being near Kon." Said Damian with a smirk. His Rainbow Dash wings on his backpack shift as they walk home.
Tim blushes. "S-shut up!" He stammers. Moving closer to Jason to take his hand.
Damian continues. "I like Mr. Constantine though and my classmates are alright." That means something coming from Damian. He isn't one to give out compliments.
He was only fourteen himself, and he needed to focus on other things other than his parent's business. Like that spitfire in his classroom. Even at fourteen, he hopes his father's legacy with women doesn't affect him.
He'll talk to his mom, he's been away more often since he started working again, but he does always have breakfast with the family, father included. He loves that his mom seems to be happier, but Jason guesses it's the kid in him that wants his mom around whenever he wants him to be.
+1
Bruce sits at his vanity brushing the tangles out of his hair. For the past six months he has been the face of Isle Makeup and every campaign they do seems to sell out quickly. He's been so busy that he barely even cares what Clark is up to nowadays. As long as the kids are taken care of, he doesn't care and it feels so refreshing.
Since he has been gone more often, Clark seems to have started to go out of his way to have weekly lunches with him when he has a break at work. Sometimes the kids will join them, but mostly it is just the two of them.
It's been nice honestly. He is also trying to focus on the kids before he leaves. Tim and he have been offered roles in a television movie about a parent with a deformed child. Tim has had a skin condition since birth, but it's never stopped him from living life. He is excited about the role and Clark said the family would visit once a month in the three months that they would be away.
Three months is a long time to be away from his family, especially not keeping an eye on Clark's possible extra activities, but his reputation has been soaring with all of the talk shows and sponsorship he has been doing.
He has always taken his ancient role seriously, but he didn't realize how much the modern public adored him. He's even watched videos of people fighting over someone bad mouthing him. This power and chaos feels good.
Speaking of which, he had another issue he had to deal with.
With one last stroke, he places the brush down. He throws a bit more of his hair to the front and opens his rose up a bit more before calling his husband.
"Clark." He says.
A moment later. "Yes, my peacock?" Walking into their walk-in closet, he kneels before Bruce. He takes Bruce's hand and kisses it.
Bruce smiles and caresses Clark's face with his other hand.
"My love." Begins Bruce.
Clark continues to hold Bruce's hand. He nods.
"I have a request for you. Do you think you can handle it?" He says softly.
"Anything."
"I know about Jon." Bruce keeps his demure smile as he speaks. He watches Clark pause. Eyes shifting to the floor.
"Bring him to our home." He continues. He watches Clark. Lois has been one of Clark's longest on and off affairs on the side. Bruce has known about her for a while now, but hasn't wanted to cause her strife since she knows her place. She does her job and goes home. Whenever they see each other in public she always bows to Bruce, but she had Jon and that was when she fucked up.
Bruce loves children. He loves family. He also hasn't created any chaos in a while, but this time he wants Clark to do it on his behalf.
She is also a demigod with a strong mother instinct. Barely anyone can get near the boy without Lois going manic on them. He doesn't know who her father is, but he sometimes wishes he did.
"Peacock, I can always give you more children. We had a good practice round last night. Did we not?" Clark tries to negotiate.
"But I want Jon." He presses. "I caught a glimpse of him. He looks so much like you and I-" Bruce cuts himself off purposefully. Bringing a single tear to his face. He knows his husband.
"Oh honey of course. I understand." He kisses Bruce's hand again. "I'm just surprised. You've never taken interest in my other kids before."
You've never fucked the same women for more than two years before either. Bruce thinks.
"I've been seeing so much more of the world. Guess, I've had more time to think."
"Yes, yes. I get it, and will you still be doing the movie then? Jon is only six months old and he'll need attention." Clark asks.
Bruce wipes his face. "Of course. Tim and I already promised and also." He leans closer. "You are so sexy when you're in dad mode. You can send me videos if you do a good job." He takes his hand from Clark and opens his robe.
"We can do that thing you've been asking for."
Clark's eyes widened. "With the titans and—"
"And the river? Oh yeah." He says. His attention is taken from his husband when he hears a thunder strike outside. Got em.
Looking back. "You've been so good lately, Clark. Feel like we're in our first millennium again."
"Your hair is almost that same length as well."
This makes Bruce blush. "You notice."
Clark shrugs. "It's hard not to notice you." He smiles up at his husband.
Pulling his husband closer. Bruce wraps his arms around Clark's neck and kisses him. Things have been so fiery between them. Who knew getting some independence back in his life would help revive his marriage.
"I love you Bruce."
"I know."
The next morning, Clark headed out and came back covered in blood, but with Jon in his arms. Upon sight Bruce places Jon in Dick's hands with instructions on what to do with Jon. The kids knew he was coming and were happy to agree to anything that made their home more calm and joyful.
But then there's Jason. "Ya'll gonna fuck?"
They were eating breakfast when Clark came back home. Clark was still dripping blood, but a nymph can clean that up later.
Clark stares at his kids and nods. He takes Bruce's hand, leaving the children complaining about being late for school.
"You have permission to use your powers." Clark yells before closing the bedroom door.
Bruce looks at his husband covered in the blood of one of his longest affairs. He didn't know if life could get better than this.
Later after choking and being stuffed with the blood coated dick of his true love, he gets a message about his children's report card. All As and Bs. Even Jason's crazy war loving ass.
Life does get better.