Bruce, a dark-haired, crystal blue-eyed man schmoozed his way through the party, flirting with any man, woman, alpha, beta, omega, anyone. Even the press wasn't free of Bruces flirting except for one reporter: a dark-haired, blue-eyed, well-built man who went by Clark.
Bruce gave him side glances and casual smiles. Clark blushed and pushed up his glasses. Bruce made his way to Clark.
"Mr. Wayne," Clark smiled, "Any news on Wayne Enterprise's newest charity?"
"This one for the families and small businesses affected by the metas of this new world,".
"Metas? Affected? Can you expand on that?"
"With the rise of heroes like Wonderwoman, Green Lantern, Flash, Batman, and the all-powerful Superman families lose homes and their businesses and loved ones to villain attacks and property damage. This Charity is to help whoever needs it get everything back that they lost," he paused, "Almost everything,". Clark sighed. He flipped his notebook close and whispered.
"Is this about that father?". Bruce nodded while looking around and smiling. "You don't have to-"
"I let him die-" Bruce dropped his smile to look at him, then it returned as he looked over the party again.
"He would have wanted you to save his son, not him, you know that,". Bruce's smile wavered a little but returned to a comfortable smirk.
"So the charity helps people where the metas can't," he shook Clark's hand, "Thank you, Mr. Kent. Please enjoy the party,".
He started walking away but then doubled over. Clark grabbed him and pulled him into a side room without anyone knowing.
"Bruce- are you okay?" Clark asked. Bruce nodded. Bruce kneeled on the ground and whined. "You're in heat aren't you? God, bats. I've told you not to attend parties when you're in heat,".
"I knew you would be here, it's fine," Bruce chuckled.
"You're pushing yourself too hard," Clark opened a window and picked up the omega, and flew out into the night air.
He flew back to Bruces home, the Wayne manor. He flew into his room and laid him on his bed.
"Now rest. Do you need me to be Batman tonight?"
"I need you to fuck me~" Bruce purred. Clark rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time he saved Bruce's ass from a party that he went to while in heat. And it wasn't the first time Bruce asked him to have sex after saving him.
Clark wouldn't lie. He was in love with his friend. He wanted a relationship with him but Bruce was a self proclaimed loner. He said he never slept with anyone he brought home. He either just ate them out or had them drink until they passed out. He had a few relationships that were always maxed out at 5 dates. Clark hoped to change that but Bruce never gave him the chance.
Male omegas weren't really rare but they were uncommon. He kept it a secret like most other male omegas. Plenty of people had a fetish for them and they were portrayed in the media as whores just like female omegas. Bruce had it even worse, Clark believed. Many of his peers were closeted men who married females just to pop out pups and ignore them. But with a male omega who was also rich, and could pop out pups they could keep Bruce permanently pregnant and take over his company and his profits.
Bruce didn't care about his company so much. It was a means to an end most of the time. It was there to find his charities and Batman, in that order. The thing he cared about most with Wayne Enterprises was it was his fathers company. That's why he put any effort into it, and didn't leave it to someone else.
Clark knew all this. Bruce wasn't much of a talker, but when he did speak everything he said carried more weight and meaning.
Flash asked about what Bruce thought about one of his cases he was having trouble with at work. Bruce looked it over and said the death wasn't an accidental one, and that he should stop looking into it and that they both had been through enough. Clark knew Bruce so well that there was a reason behind his decision to ignore what he claimed to be a murder. Clark knew that this was a mercy killing just in his tone and words when talking to Flash. Bruce was right, of course.
Everything about Bruce Clark loved. He wanted to make him smile everyday. He wanted to show him he doesn't have to mourn anymore. He has a future and that his parents would want him to live it without them weighing on his mind. Maybe if he could scent him… things would be different.
Clark was bitter about not being human sometimes. Well, more just the case of not having a second gender and everything that goes with it. He couldn't scent, knot, or have ruts/heats. He wore a scent patch to hide the fact he didn't have a scent. Everyone assumed he was an alpha with beta behaviors as Clark Kent and no one questioned if Superman was anything but an alpha, despite them knowing he was an alien. But Clark couldn't do any of that. When he was a teen he didn't care because people put too much emphasis on being their second gender. As an adult before he befriended Bruce, it was very much the same. But now that he wanted to court his friend… it was getting to him.
Clark sighed, knowing Bruce was releasing aroused hormones in an attempt to lure Clark in. When Bruce hit his head haze he forgot that Clark couldn't be affected by scents. Clark walked up to him and kissed him on the forehead, knowing he wouldn't remember anything.
"I'll tell Alfred you're here," Clark left the room and sighed. He wanted their first time not to be in his heat. He wanted Bruce to remember it. But that was never going to happen.
Clark found Alfred reading a book to Dick. The boy was nearly asleep. Clark didn't want to wake him so he stayed outside of his room, and listened in. The kids eyes tried to stay open, but he was quietly losing the battle. After two minutes he was out like a light. Alfred shut the book and left the room.
"Master Kent," Alfred smiled, "thank you. He would have riled back up if you walked in,".
"No problem, Alfred. Goodness, he's getting so big. He's what- 10 now?"
"11," Alfred walked with Clark to the front door. "It's been about 4 years since Master Bruce brought him to me, and claimed him as his own," he reminisced.
"It was a surprise to the League when he brought the little bird around. Must have really shocked you," Clark joked.
"I knew Bruce was open to adoption, and I loved Master Dick as soon as I saw him. But I was going to strangle Master Bruce when he said he would be his 'side kick',". Clark let out a laugh.
"I bet," Clarks smile dimmed a little, "Welp I better get going. Bruce is in heat again, so please take care of him for me,". Clark walked toward the door. Alfred sighed.
"Master Kent," he spoke up. Clark turned around and looked at him, "Excuse me for being so forward, but If you ever want to, Master Bruce has expressed that he is okay with you helping with his heat. I think it would benefit him. And you, given your feelings for him,". Clark nodded.
"Thanks. I really don't want to. For silly reasons, but they're my silly reasons. Good night," Clark left the mansion. Alfred watched him fly away from the window.
Alfred walked to Bruces room. He opened the door and looked in. Bruce was standing before his dresser pulling on his silk pajama top. He stepped in and stared his pseudo-son down.
"I was worried that you were actually in heat this time," Alfred chided, "you didn't tell me you were going to try again tonight,".
"I wasn't planning to," Bruce sighed, "the party was boring, Clark was there, and I just wanted to leave. When I saw an opportunity, I jumped on it".
"If I could be so bold- tell him how you feel," Alfred continued to scold him, "you know he loves you as well, he can protect himself from danger, and he loves Master Dick as much as you," Alfred walked up to Bruce and straightened out his collar, "I don't know why you continue to deprive yourself of happiness. I thought when you brought Dick home, you might let everyone else in,".
"Alfred, you're babbling," Bruce smiled.
"I surely am not. I'm telling you what you need to hear. You should court Clark. Or stop this silly charade of faking heats and tell him to move on,". Bruce said nothing. He took off his scent patch and tossed it in the trash. "I'm serious. Please do something. Preferably something that makes you happy," Alfred added before going to the door, "Good night," he turned off the light and left him.
Bruce stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Alfred didn't understand. No one would/could. Of course, Bruce loved Clark. But he didn't believe Clark loved him. Bruce was sure that Clark loved him as a friend, but nothing more. Even though he didn't have the same biological need to have sex with an omega, there must have been a mental or psychological one that had been placed there from living on earth among the culture. If Clark just had sex with him once- he would no longer have that need and leave him alone.
Bruce didn't want to risk having a relationship that would end as soon as he slept with the alien. So he wanted to just fuck him and get it over and done with. He would blame it on his heat and Clark could say he was helping and that would be the end of it. He never would amuse the idea that Clark really wasn't just horny for the rich omega. But he came really close to taking down his walls when Clark was introduced to Dick. He was so kind and gentle. He was to everyone but with Dick, it felt personal. He offered Bruce to take him out to parks and ice cream. It made his heart race even more than usual.
But Bruce didn't. Why? He didn't know. He just couldn't bring himself to ask him out.
Bruce turned over in bed, looking out his window. He could see the lights of Gotham shining brightly. He sighed and closed his eyes.