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Prompts Day 3: | Krypton AU | Heat Vision | Undercover |

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Chapter 3.

Five months already passed since their conversation in the Watchtower's hangar and things had gone back to normal. For the most part, anyway.

Their working relationship suffered no change at all, just like Clark knew it wouldn't. Even so, when things were mostly calm during meetings or monitor duty in the Watchtower he sometimes found himself staring at Batman and imagining Bruce's deep blue-grey eyes instead of the white lenses of the cowl or chasing any trace of sandalwood and lavender under the other man's scent blocker.

And if Clark paid a little more attention to Cat's gossip at the Planet about Bruce Wayne and actually took the time to read articles about the omega billionaire and stare at photos, well. No one had to know about that.

It had nothing to do with the fact Batman was an omega and everything to do with the fact Clark could finally put a face and scent to the man behind the cowl, so he didn't feel as guilty as he should probably have. Given enough time, Clark had no doubt he would be able to get all that under control, just like he had learned to do with the attraction he feels toward the other man.

All of which was something he definitely shouldn't be thinking about while he was with Bruce and they were supposed to be working, but it was a nice distraction from the surrounding chaos.

It was almost too much for him, being here with each of his enhanced senses on overload. The whole place was a sickening mix of dozens of alpha, omega, and beta scents combined with the smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat. The blaring music and shouts from the crowd dancing, fighting, and drinking, and the oppressive heat of the bodies all around.

It took Clark every ounce of his self-control to be able to focus on anything but his discomfort, but he managed it by using Bruce's heartbeat and his faint natural scent hidden under the artificial honeyed omega scent he was using to hide his real identity along with his disguise.

His own alien biology allowed him to alter his alpha scent easily enough, but Bruce had to rely on chemicals that weren't good enough to fool Clark's senses but did a fairly decent job disguising his scent from everyone else for a few hours. And, even if he didn't need help to hide his scent, Clark still needed a disguise. He knew Bruce was right when he said it would be better if nobody saw a reporter around tonight. Clark Kent may not be anywhere near as famous as Bruce Wayne, but being Lois Lane's partner and having written a few notorious pieces for the Planet meant he wasn't a nobody either.

Knowing that didn't change the fact Clark missed his clothes and glasses.

So, it was Patrick and John tonight, a young alpha and omega couple out for a couple of drinks and a night of fun, completely unaware of the meeting that would take place in one of the nightclub's backrooms between members of Intergang and Oswald Cobblepot's men.

It wasn't often Bruce accepted assistance, and with Intergang involved Clark was more than willing to get involved.

"Hey."

Clark turned to look at the alpha that came to stand at his side while he waited at the bar counter for the drinks he ordered. The man was taller than him by a couple of inches and a few years younger, strays of dirty blond hair covering his forehead and a flirty smile on his handsome face.

"Hey."

"That's a gorgeous omega you have with you."

Clark's friendly smile slipped from his face as he looked back to the table where Bruce was waiting for him. He looked gorgeous indeed, but he still imagined Bruce's natural dark hair instead of the light brown hair of the wig he was wearing and a pair of deep blue eyes rather than the hazel contact lenses.

"He is."

The younger alpha leaned against the counter. "Is he yours?"

"I'm sorry?"

The man rolled his eyes. "He's your omega?"

Several answers came to Clark's mind as he stared at the other alpha. The first was that Bruce (just like any other omega) didn't belong to anyone but himself. The next was that if the man was interested in Bruce he should have walked to the omega and asked if he was interested too instead of talking to him. In fact, he would have loved to see the way Bruce dealt with the ignorant alpha.

A couple of far less polite answers also crossed his mind.

There was also a very small part of him that wanted to tell the man Bruce was his mate and the other alpha should mind his own damn business. The thought had nothing to do with their undercover mission as a couple, of course.

Clark said nothing, though, and the other man took his silence as an answer, his smile turning predatory.

"Great. You mind giving us some space, then? I bet he will look even more gorgeous with my knot inside him," The alpha added with a lascivious smirk.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut tightly to stop from burning the man to ashes where he stood. Clark wasn't sure how long it took him to make the searing and uncomfortable sensation behind his eyelids dissipate, but it definitely took longer than it should have. Next, he loosened his jaw, which had been clenched just as tightly.

Something must have shown on his face because when he opened his eyes the other alpha was giving him a wary look as he took a step back.

"You didn't have to get all freaky, okay. You could have just told me he was your bitch."

Thankfully, or not, the man walked away before Clark could do or say anything they both would have regretted. He very deliberately didn't follow him with his gaze.

He would have been glad to make damn sure the man regretted speaking about Bruce in that way and ensure he would never do the same to any other omega- at least if he hadn't been worried about losing complete control of his powers as soon as he put his hands on him. Clark wasn't sure even that would have stopped him if he heard any more stupid words come out of the alpha's mouth.

Their drinks were already on the counter when he looked back, so Clark handed over the bills with a forced smile to the bartender and walked away with the two glasses in his hands, making a conscious effort not to grip them too tightly.

Clark knew most alphas weren't like that, but it still made him angry and sad to encounter people like him who felt the need to speak like that and disrespect someone they didn't even know just because they felt alphas were from a 'superior' caste. He took a deep breath and prepared to pretend nothing happened when he reached the table. Except he was with the world's greatest detective, of course.

"Something wrong," Bruce inquired as soon as he took one look at him.

Clark exhaled loudly. "No. Everything is fine. Just some idiot spreading his bullshit."

"They must have really pissed you off if you're speaking that way."

"What are you talking about? I swear sometimes too." Bruce's eyebrows went up a little further. "I do!" Clark realized the absurdity of the argument and shook his head with a smile. "Alright. He did piss me off, but he's gone now, so is fine."

Bruce was obviously still curious about what happened, but he didn't push. He reached for his drink instead, taking a sip before turning his strange yet familiar eyes in Clark's direction. "Have you heard anything."

He took a moment to listen in before answering. "Nothing yet. The backroom is still empty."

"Manheim's men are already here. It shouldn't be long before they move on with the meeting," Bruce commented, his eyes making a seemingly casual sweep of the room.

Clark nodded, straightening up in his seat as he did the same, using his enhanced vision to look further.

"Relax," Bruce murmured close to his ear, making him jump in surprise as his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. Clark hadn't even noticed him move closer. "We're supposed to be here looking for a good time."

"Right," Clark replied with a smile, grateful for the dim lights that hid his blush as he forced his shoulders to relax. He followed Bruce's lead and grabbed his glass, taking a large gulp of his beer even though the alcohol had no effect on him whatsoever. That was probably a good thing. The temptation to drown his thoughts and feelings with Bruce so close would have been too much for him to resist.

He stared at Bruce out of the corner of his eye, wondering just how wrong it would be to pretend, even for just a moment, that they were a couple of friends (or perhaps more) having a night out together and nothing more.

That would be ... nice. It wouldn't be real, but it would be something.

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