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Prompts Day 2: | Possesive | Watchtower | Drinking a Coffee |

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Chapter 2.

Clark arrived at the Watchtower via the zeta tubes with a pair of travel mugs filled with coffee in his hands and a determined look in his eyes. He paused for a moment to greet J'onn and make small talk before leaving the Martian to his monitor duty shift.

He took a deep breath before letting the steady and familiar sound of Batman's heartbeat guide him.

Clark found him in the hangar, working in one of the Javelins. He vaguely remembered Hal complained about some minor issues with the systems console in the last League meeting. He used his heat vision to make sure the coffee was still hot before walking toward the docked spaceship.

"Hey, B." He picked up Batman's answering grunt only thanks to his super hearing.

The man's attention was still fixed on the monitor in front of him even after Clark entered the Javelin and closed the distance between them.

The rich scent of sandalwood and lavender was hidden once again under the sterile smell of Batman's scent blockers, and Clark found he missed it. He had been exposed to Bruce's natural omega scent for less than one hour and he still missed it. It was ridiculous, really, and perhaps even disrespectful to Batman, but that didn't change the fact he did.

This was the first time they saw each other after the disastrous fundraiser ten days ago. Batman was very good at disappearing when he wanted to and avoiding people, so rather than show up in Gotham and force the issue Clark had decided to wait. Kind of. He wasn't supposed to be in the Watchtower today, but he hadn't resisted the impulse to come when Diana mentioned Batman was in the satellite.

Now that he was here, though, he was unsure how to proceed. What happened shouldn't have changed anything, but it had. What exactly changed eluded him, but he knew what had stayed the same.

"Here," Clark said, handing over the travel mug filled with black coffee and the tiniest dash of milk, just like Batman liked it. It wasn't the first time he brought him coffee, but he was well aware of what it meant for an alpha to give food or drink to an unbonded omega. "It's from Bibbo's."

Batman took the coffee with a nod of thanks and drank from it, much to Clark's relief.

He cradled his own mug between his hands, fidgeting with it as he watched Batman put his coffee aside to go back to his work. Clark cleared his throat. "I, ah. I was hoping we could talk."

Batman's shoulders tensed a fraction under his armor, but that was the only reaction he showed. Even his heartbeat stayed steady.

After a moment's pause, Batman locked the doors of the Javelin and, to Clark's surprise, pulled back his cowl as he turned to face him. It was- a very distracting sight.

Clark knew who Bruce Wayne was and he knew the man was attractive, but this was different. His dark hair was disheveled and damp with sweat rather than artfully tousled and the bright but empty smile was replaced by a grim press of lips. What truly caught Clark's attention, though, were his piercing blue eyes. They seemed almost grey in the light of the spaceship, and they were looking right through him.

He sat down in the closest chair he found and did his best not to squirm as he felt Bat- Wayne's eyes on him.

"I'm not even sure what to call you now," He admitted sheepishly.

"Bruce is fine as long as we're alone."

Clark nodded. A fleeting but sincere smile crossed his face for a second before disappearing. "You have been avoiding me."

"I was busy."

It was an excuse and they both knew it, but Clark decided to let it go. What mattered was that they could talk now. "I didn't thank you for saving me."

"That's unnecessary."

"I don't think it is. You put yourself in danger and risked your secret identity to help me. You were even forced to reveal your identity to me."

"That's irrelevant. Your life was in danger and that was the only way to help you."

"It matters to me. That's why I want to thank you." Bruce didn't object again, so Clark continued speaking. "I know you didn't have much choice, but I'm honored to be trusted with something as important as this and I give you my word I will protect your secret with my life."

"I appreciate it," Bruce replied just a tad awkwardly, obviously not having expected that response. "And I do trust you. I should have told you who I am before."

The words warmed Clark's heart. "It's fine if you weren't ready then. I only wish it had been on your terms and not like this."

"It happened, so there's no need to discuss it now."

"You're right." Clark nodded. This was already going better than he had expected and he didn't want to ruin it. "I should probably let you get back to work, huh?"

"That's it," Bruce said flatly, making him raised his eyebrows in response. "I'm to believe you're okay with having a drunken weasel as part of the League."

The unflattering words he used to describe himself made Clark grimace. "I don't believe you're any of that, but even if what the media reports about you is true, I have no right to judge you for it. You have never let your personal life affect your work with the League and that's the only aspect I could have any say in."

It wasn't easy to reconcile the image of the omega billionaire everyone talked about with the man he had gotten to know little by little over the years. That didn't mean both couldn't be real, though, or that one was more important than the other.

Bruce Wayne and his scandals didn't change the respect and trust Batman had earned from him.

"Are you not going to tell me either I should rethink my decision to be Batman. That omegas shouldn't put themselves at risk lthe way I do and I should let alphas handle it."

Bruce was watching him with narrowed eyes, his chin lifted proudly.

Well, that certainly explained why Bruce hadn't relaxed even for a second. Clark ignored the hurt the words caused and reminded himself Bruce had just told him he trusted him. His reservations probably had to do with prejudices and society's general dynamics rather than anything Clark had done to make him think he was that kind of alpha.

"I've known you for years now and have worked alongside you for almost as long. I know what you're capable of and learning you're an omega doesn't change any of that. I trust you. Besides," Clark added on a lighter but still serious tone. "You saved me even without access to the Batsuit or any of your gadgets. That just showed once again how skilled you are."

Bruce wasn't convinced yet, glaring at him with his sharp blue eyes. Clark knew words and promises wouldn't change that, though. Bruce needed proof he was telling the truth and that would only happen with time.

"I should go now. I've got an article I need to have ready by tomorrow. Unless you want some help," He offered.

"I can manage," Bruce said crisply, turning to the Javelin's console to unlock the doors.

Clark smiled. He had expected as much. "Okay. I guess I'll see you later." He only got a grunt in response, so he took his now lukewarm coffee mug and turned to walk out of the Javelin.

"Clark," Bruce called softly, his back still to him. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," He replied warmly, walking away with a smile on his face and feeling linger than he had in days.

And now, Clark just needed to show him nothing was going to change between them now that he knew his identity and caste. After all, Clark fell in love with Batman before he knew who was the man under the cowl and before knowing he was an omega.

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a/n: I'm not sure if anyone is even interested in this fic, but if anyone is, know that I'm sorry it took me so long to continue this. Life happened and by the time I went back to writing monts later I was in no place to work on this. Anyway, I have some idea of what I want to do for most of the following chapters, so I hope to be able to finish this story in the next couple of months.