Clark had never slept with an omega during their heat. He wasn't really prepared for the sex marathon. He had orgasmed three times and was spent but Bruce was still going. Clark tried his best and made it just long enough to get Bruce to sleep. By then it was 4 in the morning. He made sure Bruce was knocked out before getting his phone. He walked out of the bedroom and called Alfred. It rang a few times before he answered.

"Master Kent?" He sounded just as alarmed as he was tired.

"Hey Alfred," Clark groaned, "Where is the coffee?"

"Ah- the third cabinet to the left of the microwave, " he paused, "Have you just come back from patrol? Is Master Bruce with you?"

"No, and yeah. We didn't go on patrol. His heat came back and I had to help him,".

"Oh," Alfred uttered, "And... how did you help him?"

"We had sex," Clark was too tired to sugarcoat it. Alfred was quiet. "I'm sorry, Alfred. He was in so much pain, and-"

"Don't worry, Master Kent. I understand. He has his heat tools in the bottom drawer of his red dresser at the front of the room. I'm sure that you can keep him safe and happy. Do you need any information on how to help an omega through heat?"

"No, I think I can manage. Unless there is something special about male omegas I should know?"

"No, no. Everything should be about the same. I will take care of Master Dick while you take care of Master Bruce. Please don't hesitate to call if you require anything. Have a good week, Master Kent,".

"I will thanks," He hung up and looked back into the bedroom. Bruce was still asleep.

Clark looked after Bruce for 3 days. On the fourth day Clark woke up and felt for the omega that should have been right next to home but he was gone. Clark sprung up and looked around the room. He listened closely. He didn't even have to listen for his heart. He could hear the shower going. He gingerly walked into the connected bathroom. It was steamy but he saw Bruce washing his hair.

"Bruce?" Clark spoke loud enough that he could hear him over the shower, "are you okay?" Bruce turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and put a robe on.

"Yes, I'm fine," Bruce walked past Clark and rummaged through his drawers. Clark watched him as he dried off and got dressed. Bruce ignored him the whole time. Clark tried to follow him out of the room but Bruce put up his hand to stop him.

"Shower and get dressed," he demanded. Clark nodded and did just that. Clark noticed that his shampoo, conditioner, and soap were all meant for alphas. He assumed that it was meant to hide his real second gender. He got out and dressed and went to the kitchen. Bruce had a meal just about done. Clark smiled at him. He went over to the omega and embraced him. He nuzzled his face in his neck and kissed him even more than he had the days before. He could feel Bruce freeze under his arms. Clark kissed him once more then pulled away, unsure if that was okay with the rich man.

Bruce finished cooking and plated generic breakfast food for himself and Clark. He took his own and walked to the dining area. He sat in his usual spot, and Clark sat in the spot that he chose to sit in when he was invited for dinner. They ate quietly. Bruce stared at nothing while Clark watched him from the corner of his eye. After finishing Bruce took the plates and washed them. Again, he did this wordlessly. Clark was getting anxious. He wanted to talk to Bruce. He wanted to express that he enjoyed his time and hoped the omega felt good. He wanted to say that he wanted to court him and have sex out of his heat. The man of steel gathered his courage.

"Bruce, I really liked-" he puffed out his chest.

"I'll pay you for your lost wages for the time you spent taking care of me. I'll also explain to your boss that I trailed you along with a promise of an exclusive interview. It should be a good enough cover. If not, I'll get your rent until you find a job again," Bruce spoke calmly as he dried the dishes. "You can get your things and leave when you want. I'm feeling fine now. I appreciate your help,".

Clark felt bad. He felt so bad he almost felt like he was sick. Bruce wasn't using his voice he used when it was them being Clark and Bruce. He wasn't even using his Bruce Wayne voice he used when around others. He was using his cold and unfeeling Batman voice. Clark felt like he did something wrong and Bruce wasn't going to address it, at least right now he wasn't. He looked down to his feet.

"Bruce," he whimpered, "I hope you're not mad at me. I was trying to help," he stepped forward. Bruce turned around and looked at the other man.

"And like I said: I appreciate it," he looked down. Clark knew he was thinking of his next move, "I'm sorry that you felt like you needed to help. I can handle heats on my own, but you caught me at a bad time,".

"Bruce, I wanted to help you. Don't be sorry at all. I honestly want to-"

The front door opened. Bruce looked in that direction.

"BRUUUUCCCEEE! WHERE ARE YOOOOUUU!" Dick yelled.

"Dining room," he shouted back. Moments later a preteen came bounding through and smashed himself into Bruce's body, giving him a hug. Bruce stroked his head.

"Sorry I missed the trip, Dick," he spoke softly.

"It's okay. Alfred said you and Clark were hanging out," he waved Bruce down. Bruce went to his level. Dick looked at Clark as he whispered, "he said you two were probably going to start dating,". Bruce's soft smile faded. He stood up and messed Dicks hair. Alfred walked in.

"How was the museum?" Bruce asked.

"Wonderful. Brought back a lot of memories. Not all good, not all bad, but all of them I am glad to have experienced,". Clark watched as Bruce walked past him.

"Dick and I will get the bags. Alfred, would you help Clark get his things and make sure he gives me a bill for his time,".

"Owch," Clark chuckled under his breath.

"Of course Master Bruce," he looked at Clark. Clark nodded and they went to Bruce's room.

Clark gathered his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase. Alfred tried to help but Clark said that wasn't necessary. The older man watched him as he woefully put away his things.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Clark sighed.

"I hope so. I really wanted to tell him I want to court him but… I think I ruined that. He hasn't really talked to me since we woke up,". Alfred looked at the disheveled bed.

"Hum," he turned back to Clark, "give him a day. First thing tomorrow, call him. I'm sure he would have calmed down by then,".

"I don't know… what if I really messed up? I mean- he's always asked me to join him in his heat, but- now that I did… he seems so distant," Clark worried.

"Master Kent. You and I know Bruce more than anyone else. He's planning his next move. Just call him tomorrow and see what he says,". Clark looked at his things. He huffed but smiled.

"Okay, you win," he zipped up his suitcase and turned to Alfred with a smile. "Hopefully I will see you again,". Alfred nodded. Clark walked out of the bedroom and caught Bruce and Dick on the way out as they finished bringing in the 3rd suitcase.

Clark looked at Bruce.

"I'm going to head out now. I'll call you tomorrow morning, okay?" He smiled at his friend. Bruce's face had finally melted. He gave him a real smile. It was small and soft but Clark knew he wasn't upset. Clark flew over to him and hugged him tightly. Dick laughed. Clark let go and waved goodbye to them.