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Bruce watched as the man in green followed the… thing. He followed them, just watching, in case he had to interfere. This was his city; he didn’t like it when other heroes tried to step in. So far he hadn’t had any trouble, why it had to be tonight when people were saying that he, the Batman, was kidnapping innocents? He hoped the man wasn’t there to try to stop him seeing as first, he wasn’t behind the kidnappings, and second, he’d have to fight him.
He had hoped it’d be an easy night.
The thing was about to eat the green man’s head when Bruce jumped and kicked it off. He then scanned the man. He looked human enough and smelled of Alpha with something else.
Great. Bruce rolled his eyes under his cowl.
“I had it,” the man said.
“Clearly,” Bruce drawled.
“And who are you?” The man continued, frowning, and floated threateningly over Bruce, turning a green light that almost blinded him, the fucker.
Bruce raised a hand to cover his eyes from the green light and glared at the man.
“Batman,” he simply said.
“You’re real?”
Bruce rolled his eyes again.
“Turn that off before they see us,” he ordered.
The man ignored him. What a surprise.
“GCPD! Raise your hands and-
Great, Bruce thought again. And was the other man raising his hands? Really?
Bruce saw from the corner of his eye the creature stand up and aim at them.
“Duck!” He yelled, tackling green man to the ground.
Fire flew over them, then the creature. It dispersed the GCPD helicopters and flew down to the street. Bruce ignored the man and the police as he dived down after the thing. It went into the sewers.
“Hey! I’m not done with you!” green man caught up and floated above the water scrunching his nose at the smell.
“Just, get out of Gotham,” Bruce muttered, looking for a trace. “This is my city.”
“Yeah?” green man crossed his arms. “I’m part of the Green Lanterns and this whole solar system is under my protection. Including this godforsaken city.”
“Hn.”
Bruce started walking and the man continued talking about green lanterns and unknown rules and regulations. For the most part, Bruce ignored him.
“Do you ever shut up?” Bruce growled when he thought he heard something, but with the babbling behind him, he couldn’t be sure.
“Geez, someone didn’t have his true blood fill tonight,” Green Lantern mocked.
“I’m not a vampire,” Bruce answered and turned a corner.
“Really?” Was that real surprise in his voice? “Then what? Can you talk to bats?” Silence. “Can you at least fly?”
“In a plane,” my plane, he thought. Do you have your own plane?
“Wait,” Lantern stopped, perplexed. “Don’t tell me you’re just some normal dude in a Halloween costume.”
Bruce glared, took a few steps towards him, and slipped the glowing green ring from Lantern’s finger without him noticing. Fool.
“What’s this do?” he asked showing him the ring now in his hand.
“What?”
Lantern look at his hand to… what? Confirm the ring was in fact missing? Then his uniform disappeared and revealed another uniform, one from the air force.
“This works with focus, right? Concentration,” Bruce kept inspecting the ring. Then it glowed and flew out of his hand towards Jordan’s stretched one.
“How’d you do that?” Jordan demanded.
“You weren’t concentrating,” Bruce smirked and resumed walking.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Jordan warned.
“Unless I want to,” Bruce answered, feeling exactly like the snob rich Omega he truly was.
“Listen here you-
It was quick, and was Bruce about to offer lessons to this knothead? He felt Jordan’s hand on his shoulder, he grasped it and turned it, using Jordan’s own strength to slam him against the wall.
He was about to make fun of him but then he heard it again. Kind of a chirping noise just around the next corner. He hushed Jordan and released him. He was surprised Jordan hadn’t used his ring to throw him off already, maybe he did need some lessons.
They saw the thing activate a weird box-like thing on the wall. Jordan yelled at it to stop whatever it was doing, and it exploded after screaming:
For Darkseid!
Bruce saw as Jordan created a vault around them and rolled his eyes, again, when instead of disappearing it, the Alpha opened it as if it were the real deal.
“What’s Darkseid? A new band?” Jordan joked, following Bruce to the box.
“What’s this?” Bruce inspected it.
“I’ll tell you,” Jordan stepped up. “Ring, scan.”
Bruce wasn’t sure if Jordan wanted to simply take over and impress him after he slammed him against the wall, or if it was still instinct telling him to impress and provide for the nearest Omega. While Jordan scanned the box, he took a small sniff of himself, relieved when all he could smell was Kevlar. The scent-blockers were still on, then.
“How can my ring not recognize it?” Jordan asked confused. “It knows all the guardians know, and they know everything.”
“It looks alien,” Bruce said, deciding against pointing out the other obvious thing, that not, clearly, they didn’t know everything. That’d just sprang another fight.
“Alien. Like the one at Metropolis?”
Bruce took the box off the wall.
“I don’t know about any other alien. He might know something.”
“Fine,” Jordan sighed. “Buckle up.”
Before Bruce could protest Jordan created a small plane and trapped him there. He grumbled the whole way to Metropolis, ignoring Jordan and trying to open or break the box in any way. Maybe if it blew them up Jordan would finally shut up.
At least Metropolis was near Gotham.
“How are we going to find him?” Jordan asked. “Do you have his number?”
“He’s close,” Bruce answered, taking a GPS from his belt. “I’ve been tracking his flight path.”
Jordan scoffed.
“In what? Your own satellite?”
Bruce smirked at him.
“You have a satellite!?”
Just then they saw something red and blue and in flames crash through some buildings and land in a warehouse. They landed in front, at a construction site, when there was an explosion inside.
“Here’s the deal,” Jordan said, smirking, and trapped Bruce inside a green box. “Nothing personal, you’ll just get in the way. I beat big blue’s ass, TMZ’s got the video.”
Bruce narrowed his eyes and refrained from answering.
He watched and listened as Jordan got his ass handed to him. Some windows broke, green lights glowed, red lasers flew by. He’d be surprised if the warehouse was still standing when Superman came out with Jordan’s beat-up body.
Or, well, when he threw it out a window.
Bruce couldn’t escape the green trap and Jordan crashed into him. The evidence flew away, and Bruce ran to retrieve it. Jordan was still taunting Superman. Did the Alpha have a death wish?
Then Superman threw Jordan against a truck, it blew up, and turned to him.
In the blink of an eye, Superman had him against what was left of a wall and took a hold of his cape. Bruce felt the air leave his lungs and coughed.
“So, what can you do?” Superman asked, smirking just like a cat playing with the mouse he was about to eat.
Bruce took a deep breath… and panicked.
Superman was an alien, so there was no reason for him to share humans’ secondary gender as well as physical appearance. There were rumors, of course, that the alien was an Alpha; theories that he was an Omega; Lois Lane wrote the first time he met him that his scent wasn’t clear.
There was no denying it now. Superman smelled like pure Alpha. And Bruce’s inner Omega mewled as the scent surrounded him and filled his lungs. His heartbeat spiked and he felt, to his horror, slick.
He took a batarang from his belt and cut the cape, then ran as far away and as fast as possible.
Superman chuckled, the bastard, and followed, knowing Batman was no match for him.
He threw a bomb pellet and took an emergency suppressant pill he always had in the belt. I would dull his senses somewhat, but it’d also help with the slicking and the scenting. Otherwise, he’d go crazy and do something stupid like present.
“I can still see you,” Superman said.
Bruce tried to use his grappling hook to get away, but Superman intercepted the hook.
“The creature that attacked me had one of those boxes you have,” he pointed to the box currently under Batman’s arm. “Friend of yours?” Superman practically growled. Bruce was so fucked.
Still in panic and fearing that Superman would be able to scent him, he threw an explosive batarang and jumped out of the way. He tried to slow down his breathing, take back control of himself.
What use were all those years of training if his body wouldn’t listen to him when he needed it the most? Yes. He was an Omega. But he was Bruce fucking Wayne, the goddamn Batman. He could ignore his instincts easily. Had done so before, had learned how to.
He didn’t need an Alpha. He didn’t believe in true mates. He was fine playing playboy.
He used his grappling hook while Superman was distracted with the batarang’s explosion. He went up the construction and landed on a beam.
“It blew up, so I’ll ask you,” Superman cut the beam with his heat vision and Bruce fell.
He used his electric gun on the alien. It landed right in the chest’s emblem, and yet, it did nothing. Superman simply took it off and walked to him. His eyes turned red for a second. Alpha instinct? No. Heat vision. Bruce duck under the lasers and threw a sonic bomb. It pushed Superman back a little, but he still walked to it and stepped on it, breaking it.
Superman was back in front of him in a second and threw a punch. Bruce sidestepped and rolled away. When he stood up Superman was there, again, and grabbed the box with one hand while the other blocked Bruce’s kick. Or perhaps, he simply avoided him breaking his leg on his face, who knew. Then he pushed him and sent him flying against another half-broken wall.
Bruce fell to his knees. Superman stood above him.
The Omega in Bruce was somewhat pleased.
“What are these boxes for?”
Bruce glared up and Superman took him by the throat, raising him from the ground.
“Talk,” the alien growled. “While you still can.”
All Bruce could see were those unearthly blue eyes. He could only smell Alpha. Mate. He hoped his blockers and suppressants worked even on Superman. He guessed they did, or the alien would’ve stopped punching him the moment he smelled the slick.
“I’m- tryi-ng.”
“Second round, flyboy!”
Jordan pushed Superman off Bruce and resumed their fighting. Bruce rubbed his throat, took the box from the ground, and, for good measure, took another suppressant.
“Chains?” He heard Superman ask unimpressed. “You’re fun.”
He broke the chains and threw Jordan to the air. He landed next to Bruce and they watched as Superman flew up and then fell down on them. Jordan surrounded them with a green bubble, Bruce wasn’t sure it would resist.
“Focus! If you stop concentrating we’re both dead,” he ordered.
Jordan mumbled something under his breath, but Bruce didn’t care enough to try to listen.
“He’s angry,” he pointed out. “He won’t listen to us.”
“You planned on talking to him?” Jordan asked surprised.
“If you hadn’t gone all shoot first ask questions later,” he growled.
“Now it’s my fault?” Jordan glared. “He attacked too you know?” They bounced on the streets and the bubble cracked. “We’re so gonna die,” the bubble broke.
Batman landed over a car and rolled to the ground. He didn’t see where Jordan had landed but he was already floating and preparing his ring to attack.
“No, he won’t kill us,” Bruce told him and stood in front of him, facing Superman. “You bruise but you don’t kill,” he lowered his voice. “Do you, Clark?”
Superman stopped right in front of Bruce, frowning.
“You made your point,” his eyes glowed white, then he smirked. “Bruce Wayne.”
Bruce knew that could happen if he revealed he knew his identity. He was ready to fight off Jordan if he as much implied Omegas weren’t supposed to fight, but to his surprise, Jordan didn’t even recognize the name.
“Who the hell is Bruce Wayne?”
Clark glanced at him, then back at Bruce.
“We believe it’s alien,” Bruce simply said, secretly grateful that Jordan didn’t know, and that Clark didn’t seem to be bothered by his gender.
“Not Kryptonian,” Superman answered, accepting the implied truce. No one would be revealing the name of the other. For now, at least.
Bruce did notice him scenting the air discreetly and felt relief when he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t scent him them, or he would know they were true mates.
They heard police cars approaching and there were helicopters over them.
“We gotta go,” Bruce growled, looking around for an exit. He found one, and the others followed.
“What’s with you and sewers?” Jordan asked.
They arrived back to the abandoned warehouse where Superman was at first. True to his word, there were dark smudges splattered around, meaning that yes, the thing that attacked him blew up just like the one at Gotham. It also left a box.
“We should just destroy it,” Jordan said and created a maze with his ring.
“Don’t,” Bruce jumped between Jordan and the box. The maze stopped just in time. “We don’t know what these are, or what they do,” he growled. Not even his pup was so reckless, and he was younger and considered himself a rebel. “What if you cause the destruction of all of the city?”
“Paranoid much?”
At that moment the box glowed and broke and expanded into a circle. It had strange symbols that glowed red. A portal opened and more of those things arrived.
“What are these things?” Jordan yelled. Pushing off him several of them.
Bruce was too busy fighting them off to try and answer Jordan. There were too many. He was suddenly under a pile of them, thinking on how to break free when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at Superman dragging him off the creatures.
“You’re welcome,” Clark muttered, resuming his fighting, but not even he could stop so many at once.
Bruce willed his inner Omega to ignore the younger man and focus on surviving. He also ignored the fact that Clark just used the same tone Dick sometimes used with him. Punks.
Jordan built a big robot to fire at the creatures, and Bruce took advantage of it and swung to it.
“We have to stop them coming in,” he decided.
“Gee, you think?” Jordan mocked. “How do you say we do that, Batman?”
Bruce tried very hard not to roll his eyes.
They were pushed out of the warehouse through a wall. The things followed and flew up into the sky and got lost around the city. Bruce could see some of them returning to the sky with humans in their… hands. Why, he couldn’t imagine.
His only guess was that those things were invading Earth and taking humans as proof or trophies or food. Jordan seemed to have the same idea when he yelled:
“A big-time invasion all around Earth! This isn’t the only portal that opened!”
“So where are your galaxy-police-partners?” Bruce asked throwing his explosive batarangs to a bunch of aliens.
“Hey, I’m good,” Jordan lied. He even shrugged carelessly. “Besides, our friend there doesn’t seem to have a problem beating them.”
Bruce turned to his mat- to Superman. The Kryptonian was destroying the creatures easily. Some super strength there, a little of heat vision here.
Alpha is good.
But then Alpha cocked his head and flew away so suddenly Jordan had no words besides a disappointed “aw”.
Bruce returned his focus on his own group of creatures he had to defeat. He had no time to think about his Alpha leaving him behind. He was not even an Alpha, not his. At least he’ll deny Superman’s gender until the man showed him proof.
Ugh. Now I’m thinking about his hypothetical knot.
“Let’s regroup,” he called to Jordan. “There are too many in here. If there are more portals we won’t help much. We have to find a common ground to bring them all down at once.”
Jordan nodded without complain, which surprised Bruce. They swung and flew to Metropolis’ downtown. There were fewer creatures there, but also fewer humans. Bruce really hoped they ran away to hide and not that the creatures took them.
He fought against three of the aliens and used their fire breath against one of them. It ran away with its head on flames. Jordan helped against another pair, smirking at Bruce, the idiot. Then there was a boom from a near building and they turned to see a wall break to let another army of creatures out from another portal.
Some of those creatures turned to them and went to attack, but then a red streak stopped them and incapacitated them in less than two seconds.
There was one creature dead in the middle of the road, Bruce knelt beside it to take some samples. He heard Jordan talking with whoever the streak was. The creature’s blood was dark green, and they seemed to have internal organs, same as every other creature Bruce knew about, so these things ate and breathed. They were alive, but they acted as part of a hive, no free will only… some kind of programming.
“Batman’s real?”
Oh, for the love of-
Although it was a good thing, he thought, that not even Metas knew about him.
He stood up and turned to find himself face to face with the Flash.
“It is a real honor to meet you, sir- Batman, sir -Batsir, Batman,” Flash stuttered extending a hand.
Bruce found it cute and had to suppress a smile.
“Don’t bother, that guy’s a total dick,” Jordan grumbled.
“I follow your efforts in Central City, Flash,” Bruce accepted the handshake and eyed Jordan from behind the white lenses, of course, Lantern wouldn’t know it. “Tight, efficient work,” he scented the air and found that Flash was a Beta.
Good, someone more level-headed than Jordan. But he thought anyone would be more level-headed than the space-policeman, honestly.
He left them to it and walked down the street, looking for any signs of human activity. He noticed then that things were definitely wrong. For starters, while most creatures were kidnapping humans, another group of them were slowly circling a section of the ocean.
He got distracted by his Omega trying to purr. He turned his gaze to the sky and saw Superman arriving with a woman. A flying, beautiful, woman. She was also wearing some kind of uniform, so he deduced she was another Meta, or something alike. Once they landed near them he could tell she was another Alpha. Or at least, smelled like one.
What was he to do surrounded by Alphas? At least Flash was a Beta. Would his Alpha act on instinct now that there were more Alphas around them?
But to his annoyance, Superman practically marked his territory when Jordan tried to get close to the woman. Bruce refused to feel jealous. So, he told his inner Omega to shut it or he’ll take another suppressant without thinking about the repercussions on his body.
He grumbled inwardly and approached with the rest to meet Wonder Woman.
Then they heard a whoosh and looked up to see another creature crash into a building. The rest readied for a fight, but Bruce noted the differences. Instead of a complete creature, they were facing a half-man, half machine. Or at least his face was half and half, the rest of his body seemed to be all metal. The human half of his face looked young, and also confused and perhaps afraid.
He had no time to stop Wonder Woman from attacking him, which caused the man to react and activate some kind of cannon on his arm.
“Wait!” His voice sounded young.
Wonder Woman was pushed back by the cannon against a car, and Superman turned with red eyes to the newcomer and growled before attacking.
Bruce sighed. Pups. All of them.
“I’m not with them!”
Flash stepped between Superman and… the cyborg.
“I can vouch for him,” Flash said. “He was at Star Labs.”
Then another man arrived flying and landed in the middle of their little group.
“Hey,” he saluted and pointed to himself then to the cyborg. “Shazam. I’m with him.”
He sounded way to jovial considering the circumstances.
“Uh, no,” Cyborg said. “He’s not with me.”
“And who the hell are you supposed to be?” Jordan asked, always the sensible one. “Mister Roboto?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Cyborg frowned and glared at Jordan. “What matters is what I know.”
“Which is?” Bruce interfered before anyone could continue bickering.
He could smell Shazam from a distance, the man didn’t even try to mute his scent. He smelled like clean energy, a scent that reminded Bruce of electricity and lightning, but, other than that, he couldn’t find any other scent. Odd.
As for Metal Man, he only smelled of that, metal with a hint of energy. Like the Batmobile but cleaner, without the leather, or the pizza Nightwing couldn’t stop eating even during patrol, or the coffee he sometimes took to patrol (don’t tell anyone though).
“I talked to their tech, I know their plans,” Cyborg informed, then he took a serious tone. “They´re terraforming the earth. It’s about to get ugly.”
“That fits,” Bruce nodded looking away.
“How do you figure?” Jordan demanded.
“Well, for one thing, the water’s on fire,” Bruce pointed out.
The group of creatures he saw circling over the ocean had increased, and they weren’t only circling a random section of the ocean. There was a bigger portal from which the fire came from.
“You can tell us what those things are?” Flash asked Cyborg while everyone watched the fire. “And where they are taking the humans?”
Cyborg looked uncomfortable.
“They’re called Parademons,” he explained. “They… are what humans will become.”
“What?” Jordan turned to him so fast Bruce was surprised he didn’t feel whiplash.
“It’s a conqueror of worlds. He uses the Parademons to take living creatures from the world he conquers and turns them into more Parademons in his ship.”
The Earth shakes, and big towers grow from different points in the city.
“This isn’t an isolated incident,” Flash says, looking at each tower from their spot. “It’s happening across the world.”
In the water, a haunting, bigger tower grows and opens another portal. A different alien comes from it. Big, strong, menacing. It floated from the portal to the harbor, near where the heroes were standing, and the Parademons followed like loyal pets.
“I’m guessing that’s the bad guy,” Jordan comments, and Bruce would reprimand him if he didn’t know jokes were a common defense mechanism.
He could only hope Jordan wouldn’t start dressing the part as well. He had enough with his clown.
“Lucky guess,” he muttered.
“It doesn’t look that tough,” Superman adds.
Bruce felt his Omega stand proud for his brave Alpha, but then Superman glanced at Wonder Woman, and Bruce almost growled. Instead, he clenched his fists and told himself to stop being foolish.
The alien was just arriving at the beach when a pair of planes from the Air Force appeared. They didn’t have time to shot it, though. It shot lasers from its eyes that followed the planes and made them explode. It was different from Superman’s heat vision.
It landed on the street and spoke:
“I am entropy. I am death. I am Darkseid.”
And I am Batman.
“Stand back and enjoy the light show,” Jordan goaded. “Green Lantern’s got this.”
He created a fist over his fist with the form of a spiked maze. He hit Darkseid once, then the alien flicked him off and Jordan ended up crashing into a wall with a muffled groan. Darkseid didn’t even move from his hit.
The Parademons attacked. Bruce used his batarangs and punched and kicked wherever he could. He saw Wonder Woman using her sword like a true warrior, slashing and hitting Parademons from every angle. He couldn’t blame his Alpha, then. Even he felt attracted to her at that moment.
He also noticed behind him the blue light Cyborg’s cannon created when fired. He hoped it hurt the Parademons. Flash was helping everyone that could be overwhelmed by the creatures, dispersing them and leaving them unconscious.
Superman and Shazam were in the air. Superman was fighting with his heat vision, also helping when there were too many on the ground, and Shazam was keeping them from landing.
“Is that all you got?” Jordan groaned. Bruce glanced at him wondering why the Alpha wanted to die, who he wanted to impress. “It’s not all I got,” Jordan claimed and created a train.
The train hit Darkseid, but apparently, the alien didn’t feel it, because while the train broke, he simply took Jordan by his arm. There was a loud crack and Jordan yelled in pain.
Superman flew to Darkseid at super speed and punched him in the face. That he felt, and his emotionless expression turned angry. It let go of Jordan and he fell to the ground. Bruce finished off another Parademon and tried to get closer to help, but a new group of creatures intercepted him.
He fought them while listening to the others. Superman was thrown back but he was sure he didn’t feel it, so Bruce didn’t worry too much. Then he saw Wonder Woman leaping from her dead Parademons to Darkseid, sword at the ready, only to be thrown back.
Superman caught her and got her to the ground where Shazam was waiting. Then it was his turn to attack Darkseid. His powers invoked lightning, so that explained his scent, but Bruce still wondered why there wasn’t any other one. Jordan smelled like Alpha, and his ring had its own scent, only it was hard to describe, probably because it wasn’t from Earth and he didn’t have a name for the smell yet. Point was, Shazam should also smell like Alpha, or Beta, or Omega. Unless he was wearing blockers…
But even blockers smelled of something. Bruce’s own muted his Omega scent completely because he made it that way, using a sample from the League of Shadows’ and adding his own concoction to null absolutely everything. It wasn’t something you could buy in stores.
Suddenly the Parademons flew away, and Bruce turned to see Darkseid raising his fists over his head. He used his grappling hook to get away from the hit and still he got pushed back by the force of it. From where he landed, he could see a blue and red streak and one completely red flying and running away from Darkseid’s laser beams.
Flash made it away and he even saved some civilians from some Parademons, but Superman got hit, and one Parademon caught him and flew to the portal of the ocean.
“They got Al-Superman,” Bruce found Jordan trying to stand up. When he did, he willed a cast around his broken arm and tried to fly after Superman. “What the hell are you thinking.”
“It’s nothing,” he waved off even if Bruce didn’t mention his arm. “I got it.”
He flew a few seconds then collapsed among some shattered buildings.
Bruce sighed and jumped behind him.
“Listen, Lantern,” he ordered, standing in front of Jordan to stop him from flying off. “Something tells me you have experience. The only other heroes I’ve heard of are Superman and Flash. While Wonder Woman seems to have as much experience as us, if not more, the others are new to this.”
“What do you want to say?” Jordan scoffed.
“Wonder Woman and Flash know how to fight, but as far as I know they do not work in teams. You claim to be part of a bigger team either of us can imagine,” Bruce took a forgotten jacket from the ground and tied his cape around his waist. “I’ll go find Superman. You lead them against that thing.”
Jordan seemed about to protest, but Bruce didn’t give him a chance and grappled to the roof of a building. He waited until Jordan shook his head and flew back to the others. Only then did Bruce slid off the cowl and jumped over a Parademon.
It startled but took him in its claws once he saw it was only a civilian. They flew over the ocean towards the portal. Time to look for Alpha.
The inside of Darkseid’s ship looked like the pots in Matrix. Parademons were pushing people inside the pots and locking them. Bruce shuddered when he heard the screams. But he couldn’t do anything yet. First, he had to find Superman before they turned him.
If his fight earlier against the Kryptonian taught him something, it was that they didn’t need an out of control, evil Superman roaming Earth. Nothing Bruce had could stop him. He’d have to look into it once they got rid of the invasion.
Don’t hurt Alpha.
Bruce groaned. He’d also have to meditate to have more control over his instincts now that he found his Alpha. Fun times awaited.
The Parademon carrying him was getting closer to the pots, so Bruce took a smoke bomb from his belt and put it on the Parademon’s mouth, then flipped over it and kept its mouth shut while they fell.
No one paid him attention, and there were no alarms, so he abandoned the jacket and slipped the cowl back on and ran to the only door he could see.
He could hear groans from the end of the hall, so he continued. There was a Parademon guarding the door, he used another smoke bomb and a batarang to indispose of it. He got closer to the door and listened for any sign of Superman.
Bruce heard Superman’s grunts. He stopped an unconscious whine at hearing his Alpha in pain but allowed the growl that escaped him when he heard a second voice taunting Alpha. They were calling Alpha a weapon. They were torturing his mate.
He looked at the Parademon at his feet and carried him in front of him, then opened the door.
“I didn’t call for you,” the second voice said.
Bruce dropped the Parademon and pounced on the old man with half his face melted. He smelled only of rooting corpses and fire, so he wasn’t sure if he was human, alien, or what.
“Release him,” he growled fiercely and enjoyed the look of panic on the man’s eyes.
Superman was strapped onto a wall with wires buried inside his skin on arms, legs, torso, and face. He yelped in pain and tried to get free, but the wires only pulled him tighter to the wall.
“Oh yes,” the man stuttered. “Of course,” he pushed a button on the console that opened another door from where a horde of Parademons entered and attacked Bruce.
Bruce punched the man, hard, and let him fall unconscious to the ground. He fought the Parademons and took advantage of one breathing fire to burn two of them. Then he used a smoke pellet to confuse them and take them down one by one. The last one got a lucky hit, but Bruce shook it off and used a batarang to render him unconscious.
He turned back to the console and looked for the released button.
“It’s too late,” the man cackled still sprawled on the floor. “Your friend is done for. Now he’ll serve Lord Darkseid.”
Bruce ignored him and pushed a button he hoped would release Clark. It did. But then Clark looked up with red eyes and Bruce had to duck the lasers.
The cackling man got Superman’s attention and Bruce had to watch as Superman broke the man’s neck with his foot.
Fuck. Just what I needed.
“Superman!” He called, then leaped to avoid a hand through his chest. “Clark! Listen to me!”
Superman cornered Bruce against the console, but Bruce took the tubes full of blue energy and put them on Clark’s chest and face.
Clark screamed in agony, then flew off the ground and the tubes fell. Bruce watched as Superman shook his head and groaned.
“Clark?” He whispered.
Superman’s head snapped up and his gaze locked on him. He growled deeply at the Omega. Bruce gulped, then, ignoring his instinct to kneel, ran. Superman gave chase.
“Concentrate,” Bruce hissed to himself.
He had conflicting emotions about what was happening. For instance, Alpha was very powerful, Alpha was chasing him, Alpha wanted him. But he wanted Bruce dead, didn’t he? This was all fucked up and his Omega mindset didn’t want to understand it.
Bruce ran back to the pots and began to break them, freeing what was left of other aliens and humans and destroying them so the Parademons couldn’t bring more.
Superman helped, unwillingly, when he shot his heat vision against Bruce and instead burnt the main console of the ship. It blew up and pushed Superman against a wall, while Bruce went to the other side of the room. They were alone, for now. But he was sure that noise would bring attention to them.
Bruce stood up, ready to resume running, but Superman wasn’t moving.
“Clark?” He called and approached slowly.
Superman opened his red eyes and took Bruce’s wrist. He was going to break it if Bruce didn’t think of something.
“Clark, please,” Bruce fell to his knees, relaxing his wrist as much as possible in hopes Clark would stop. “Alp-pha,” Bruce chocked.
He took a spray from the belt and sprayed over his trapped hand.
It’ll take off the blockers and he’ll have to find something to mask his scent for later, but he promised himself he’ll go straight back to the manor once they were done.
Then he took off the cowl again, allowing Clark’s eyes to see directly to his.
“Alpha,” he whispered. His wrist cracked, but it wasn’t broken yet. “Please, Alpha.”
Bruce allowed his body to go limp, still on his knees, and tilted his head up, showing his throat in submission. He didn’t stop looking into Superman’s eyes.
Superman purred, satisfied, and took hold of the Omega’s hair, bringing Bruce up to scent his throat, but growled when he couldn’t find any trace of the scent. He brought the hand still in his grasp to his nose and inhaled. There, the Omega’s sweet scent was clear, and Superman began to feel dizzy.
Bruce didn’t move while Superman took his fill.
Then more Parademons arrived at the scene and distracted the Alpha. He growled and flew to destroy them, leaving Bruce to put back the cowl and rub his sore wrist.
Dark drops of alien blood fell on the ground and, scrunching his nose, Bruce rolled on it and made sure his hand was completely covered in it. He sniffed. No trace of Omega. Good.
Superman finished the Parademons and landed beside Bruce ready to go back to scenting his Omega, but Bruce took the Parademon’s armor and put it on Superman, then used his electric gun again.
This time the electricity ran through the armor and, even if didn’t hurt him, shocked Superman enough for him to fall to his knees and yelp in surprise.
When it was over, Superman looked up confused at Batman, while Bruce put the gun back in the belt.
“You good?” Bruce growled, looking for a reaction.
“Yeah,” Clark frowned. “I think. What happened?”
Bruce sighed inwardly, not sure if in relief or disappointment.
“You weren’t yourself,” he explained. “Let’s go, I’m sure the rest could use the help.”
They flew and ran back to the portals but found them gone. More Parademons were waiting for them, though, so they couldn’t think about how to open another portal because they had to fight.
Bruce was ashamed to notice his fighting was sharper than before, more like it was at the beginning when Ra’s al Ghul taught him to use his body and embrace his gender. He was all fluid movements and clean attacks. No more throwing batarangs to their faces, he used them directly as knives and cut their bodies as much as he could. He found he didn’t feel guilty, would that count as xenophobia? Treating aliens, formerly free, living beings as nothing more than beasts?
One of the Parademons breathed fire on him and he decided they were long gone and deserved an honorably death rather than exist as weapons for Darkseid.
He almost purred when he noticed Superman watching him fight. To be honest, the hero must’ve been watching in case he needed to help the vulnerable human, but still, Bruce showed him he needed no protection. He was a good Omega, he could protect himself and his offspring from whatever was thrown at him, including hordes of dangerous mindless aliens.
Hn.
He should stop thinking like that. Superman didn’t even remember they were true mates. He’ll go back to drool over the warrior princess and Bruce wouldn’t blame him one bit.
There was a flash of light and a portal suddenly opened behind them. They exchanged glances and nodded once, then went for it. Superman arrived faster and crossed it first. When Batman crossed it, he found three of six heroes trying to push Darkseid through it. He used his belt to help, activating the latest update that worked like a small rocket.
Darkseid, however, wasn’t having any of it, and though blind, he reached for the edges of the portal to stop them. Bruce went and kicked him while Flash punched him, then Jordan used another maze to punch him from afar, and Darkseid’s grip finally slipped. When Wonder Woman and Superman attacked together by punching and slashing, Darkseid had no choice but to let go.
He yelled angrily while the portal closed on his face, and Bruce’s Omega felt a chill down his spine at the sound but shook it off easily. He was gone.
Bruce looked around in search of Cyborg and Shazam. Cyborg was near with a box pulling his wires from it. So, he was who opened and closed the portal. He should also ask what those boxes were.
Shazam was nowhere to be found though.
“And, who’s on clean up duty?” Jordan broke the silence.
Everyone chuckled, exhausted as they were.
“Actually,” Flash called and pointed behind them to the thousands of humans approaching. “We should leave before they bring the torches out.”
But just as he finished saying that, the people started clapping and calling them heroes.
“That’s new,” Wonder Woman mentioned, yet smiled at the crowd.
“It’s a nice new,” Superman answered, looking at her.
Bruce rolled his eyes for the last time that day.
“Not that I got something against you, Spooky,” Jordan smirked. “But you have something all over the costume.”
Bruce looked down and sighed when he found the Parademon’s dried blood. It served its purpose, so he simply stared at Jordan until his smirk fell.
“We still got humans to help in Darkseid’s ship,” he said drily.
“I got it,” Cyborg said, activating the box which opened several portals over the harbor.
“And now I got it,” Jordan’s smirk reappeared, and he flew, creating giant baseball gloves to catch the falling humans.
“As fun as this was,” Bruce muttered. “I need a shower.”
He walked off, activating the button on the belt that would call the Batwing, except… there was no belt. Damn it all to hell.
He ignored the others and simply walked into an alley, disappearing from view. He’d have to find some clothes and change before contacting Alfred, but that was easy. It was harder to forget the way Clark’s Alpha instincts reacted to his scent. Even if the Kryptonian wasn’t technically an Alpha (which he still wanted proof) his response to Bruce’s Omega hormones was enough to start a bond.
Bruce felt it, but clearly, Clark didn’t.
The Omega walked towards home hidden under grime and dust. He’ll have to think on a way to break the bond without hurting himself. The worst that could happen was the Omega dying, so… he had nothing to lose.
He wondered briefly if Alfred would notice something different, then huffed to himself knowing the loyal butler always knew everything. He was kind enough not to mention anything when he picked up Bruce once the Omega crossed Gotham limits.
The next few days were tiresome, and Batman was no longer a myth. He even got invited along with the other six to a ceremony in the White House. He groaned when they announced it in the news, and pointedly ignored Dick’s and Alfred’s comments.
He kept in touch with Cyborg and learned a bit about the Mother Boxes, capable of opening portals among the whole universe, and enjoyed Jordan’s failure at his attempt of speech.
Superman didn’t mention anything once they met again, so Bruce didn’t say anything either. He wore his blockers as always and took a suppressant just in case. He spent his time teasing Jordan, only because it made it easier to ignore Superman and Wonder Woman’s flirting, and his own instincts telling him to go to his mate.
They stood in line while the president gave his speech. Bruce thought on how last week he was nothing more than a myth. Batman was real to the criminals he stopped, but a crazy tale to the civilians he protected. Now there he was, in front of the White House, on national television, with other six colorful superheroes claiming to be “The Super Seven” which… no. They’ll have to think of a better name.
That is if he accepted to be part of it.
He wasn’t really a people person.