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Prompts Day 1: | Kryptonite | Omegaverse | Secret Relationship |

Title from 'Be' by Hozier.

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Title: As You've Always Been.

Clark woke up to pain and the scent of sandalwood and lavender filling his nostrils, mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

The pain threatened to render him unconscious again, so he focused on the only sense that hadn't deserted him and filled his lungs with the rich and comforting scent surrounding him. Absently, he wondered if the pain was so bad because he wasn't used to feeling it or because what was causing it was serious.

Kryptonite was the fleeting thought that crossed his mind, followed by the growing certainty he couldn't just do nothing. Someone hurt him and he needed to do something.

It took his addled brain a moment longer to realize something was pressing on his chest. It spurred Clark to act, sluggishly as it was, but as soon as he tried to move the pain on his chest turned excruciating, leaving him gasping for breath. As a last resort, he tried to at least roll to his side and curl up to protect himself, but was stopped by a pair of large hands pinning him down.

"Stay still," A voice growled to his right.

That voice. He knew that voice.

His eyelids refused to cooperate, so he struggled instead to focus pass the pain and confusion to get his brain to make the right connection. It felt like hours before he could put a name to the voice.

"Batman," Clark rasped, relieved to know he wasn't alone. It would be okay. Everything would be okay now that Batman was here. The man didn't respond, but he could feel steady and skilled hands working on what he assumed was a wound on his chest. "I don't- What happened?"

"Shut up."

As much as he wanted answers, Clark licked his dry lips and did as he was told. He was hurt and had no idea what situation they were in, so he had to trust Batman and follow his lead.

The sickening effects of kryptonite exposure were there even if they weren't as intense, so Clark assumed Batman had gotten the rock away from him by now- that probably was what caused him to regain consciousness at all. Now that his head was a little clearer, he felt the soft, tingling sense of warm brushing against his skin. It felt good, pleasant, but just barely. It wasn't enough.

He didn't lose consciousness again, but he could feel his mind drifting out as he listened to the too-loud sound of his ragged breathing and fast heartbeat.

When Clark finally managed to pry his eyes open, the light in the room made him squeeze them shut again a second later. He slowly forced them open again, his hazy and unfocused gaze barely allowing him to make out the vague shape of the man at his side. The contrast between the pale face and dark hair made him frown. Why wasn't Batman wearing his cowl?

And, where was the omega? The scent of sandalwood and lavender belonged to an omega, one that had to be close to give off such strong scent. His alpha instincts made him turn his head to search for them, urging him to protect the omega even when he knew he was in no shape to do so.

He didn't find them, instead having his senses drawn back to the man at his side- but that made no sense.

"Where's he?" He murmured.

"What."

"Where's the omega?"

Silence was his only answer. The only thing that stopped the alpha in Clark from panicking was the fact that if the omega were dead or hurt their scent would reflect it. And Batman was here. He would have made sure the omega and any other civilians were safe before focusing on him.

It took him several tries to lift a heavy and numb arm enough to rub his eyes, but once he did it he was left blinking several times as he realized the light in the room was sunlight coming from a large window, the curtains parted hastily to the side. He closed his eyes with a sigh and enjoyed the touch of the weak sunlight on his body.

A sound to his right made him open his eyes and turn his head slightly in the opposite direction, his mouth dropping open as soon as he saw the man at his side. Clark knew the man. He had never met him in person, but he knew the man.

He lay on the floor with a wound in his chest and Bruce Wayne knelt at his side. The billionaire's suit was rumpled, his hair disheveled and sweaty, and his hands were stained with blood. Clark's blood.

It was Wayne's alluring scent Clark had perceived all this time. But Batman-

"You- What are you-"

"You were shot. A kryptonite bullet," The man explained clinically.

Clark blinked. "But you're an omega."

"Yes," Wayne said through clenched teeth.

"And you're Batman." Even to his own ears, it sounded strange. An odd mix between a question and a statement.

If Clark had any doubts about the identity of the omega at his side the icy glare on the man's aristocratic face made them vanish. He had never seen Batman's face before now, but that right there was the batglare. An expression that shouldn't belong on the face of a flamboyant omega, but somehow it did.

Because he Batman. Bruce Wayne. An omega.

For as long as he had known him, Batman had always used scent blockers. It was something Clark had never questioned (the man was too paranoid and protective of his identity, it made perfect sense) and he had never felt the need to ask Batman about his caste. The way he held himself, the way he acted, none of it pointed to an omega's normal behavior, so Clark always assumed Batman was an alpha like him.

It never occurred to him that just like Batman was different in so many aspects, his caste could be one of them as well.

"How-"

"We don't have time for this," Batman- Wayne snapped. "I took out the bullet and the bleeding seems to have stopped, but we need to get you under direct sunlight."

Clark was transfixed on the striking blue eyes under furrowed brows and the familiar downturn at the corner of Batman's lips, all of it framed under the omega's woodsy and flowery scent. He forced himself to look away, sure that he would be blushing if a good bit of his blood weren't out of his body right now.

Batman was right, of course. They were both in danger the longer they stayed here, so they needed to act quickly.

"Can you stand."

"I- maybe," Clark replied hesitantly.

With Batman's help, he was able to rise to his feet and stay that way, leaning most of his weight on the other man as they walked together.

He would have laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing if he could. He was depowered and bleeding from a kryptonite shot to the chest, sneaking around with a man who was supposed to be a 'civilian' and he couldn't stop thinking about Batman and his caste.

Batman was a billionaire playboy. A shameless and unruly omega parading around with a different alpha hanging off his arm every night. An omega whose good family name and fortune were the only things keeping him from being shunned by high society.

Clark would have thought it was all a hallucination, except he was sure his mind wouldn't be able to come up with something like this.

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a/n: I feel like this is too choppy and messy, but I'm going to blame it on Clark being hurt and kinda out of it. #sorrynotsorry. And yep, I'm writing A/O/B dynamics again. Don't even ask me why.

So, I don't have a Tumblr and I learned about Superbat Week a bit too late. Still, I checked the prompts and saw the rules mentioned late entries were okay, so I decided to write a little something to participate. Then, life decided to kick my ass and I wasn't able to get this done until now. Better late than never, right?

Now that I finished, though, I was left wondering what happens next, and so I took another look at the prompts and started thinking. I'm still me, though, so I know I can't do this in a week (Ha! I probably can't even do it in one month). So, consider this first chapter my Superbat Week entry, and we'll see what happens now. Please do let me know if you'll like to read more too!

English is not my native language, so any tips or corrections are welcome.