Title: Wanted

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types

Relationships: Ra's al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Characters: Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Omega Bruce Wayne

Anonymous asked asked: The first time omega Bruce spent his heat was when he still in training with Ra's Al Ghul. Alpha Ra's managed to take Bruce to secure place at the few first time but as time moved on, Bruce became so desperate that he practically humping and grinding and licking him when they were alone. One man can only take so much teasing.

What if Bruce ran out of medication, and he's not sure how to let Alfred send him any?

He can feel it a week before it actually hits, just before his body starts releasing pheromones. He asks Ra's to excuse him for a few days since he knows his heat will hit him harder than it should because he's been on medication for years. Ra's understands and brings him to a secluded place, in a cottage in the mountains. Usually, those to train under Ra's get thrown into a cell to wait out their rut or heat, or given a specific kind of herbal tea to help suppress it. But Ra's understands that Bruce is from the city and is not used to full blown heats, and because of the medication, the tea won't be any help. If he tries to put Bruce in a cell, the intensity of his heat will make any of his alpha assassins go into crazy rut and try to mount him.

So they go to the mountains immediately, and Ra's expects the heat to last for a week at most, maybe more because of how long it's been suppressed.

In the cottage, it doesn't take long before Bruce wakes up one freezing morning drenched in sweat and his own slick. His pants and then bed are soaked through, and all he wants to do is roll in the snow outside to cool himself down. He takes his clothes off and touches himself and tries to get himself to come, but only manages it once, and it felt sort of ruined because it wasn't enough.

Ra's is surprisingly controlled, and just watches Bruce writhe on the bed. It goes on like that for most of the day, with Ra's offering food and water to him whenever there's a window of lucidity.

On the second day, Bruce is significantly less in control. On the first he tried his best not to beg his master to mount him. The moment Ra's is close enough to offer him water, he pulls him close and licks his neck.

"Alpha, please," he begs, and his weight brings Ra's down with him on the bed. "I need it, need your knot, please," his body aches for it, a cock to fill him up, and a sweet, sweet knot to make satiate his body.

Bruce starts to grind against him, wetting Ra's clothes and rubbing on the hard on Ra's has had since they left Nanda Parbat.

Ra's tries to brush him away but Bruce is a little shit and a ninja in training so he manages to get Ra's cock out and sits on it. Bruce has never felt so good in his life. He needs that knot and he's going to get it.

Of course, the Head of the Demon also loses it. He pushes Bruce onto the bed, and pounds into him. Doesn't take long for the knot to swell, and moments later, the knot slips in and Bruce comes like he's never come before. The air is literally knocked out of him and he claws at the sheets, shivering, and leaking so much slick.

It's gonna take a while before the knot goes down and honestly, Bruce doesn't mind because that's his first knot in years and he loves it. He also loves the feeling of being plugged up with the said knot, keeping the come inside him to make sure he bears fruit.

Note: You know, this makes me think about how Damian was born. If Bruce went into heat at Nanda Parbat and spent that heat with Ra's, that would've meant he ran out of medication. That would mean he could've have had Damian with Ra's as the father, and he probably would've gone "Law of Surprise" on Bruce and demanded the child as payment for his training. That's kind of sad. :(

subatlove replied: I don't ship it but still goooood. I like the whole thought of Damian being their "heat"child I guess you can say, I don't even know -.-

"Tell me about my mother," Damian demanded one morning, refusing to draw his sword and begin his morning warm up with Ra's.

"Draw your sword, Damian," said Ra's, ignoring Damian's way of greeting him.

"Tell me about my mother!" he pressed. "Don't avoid it!"

"It's useless for me to tell you, now draw your sword," Ra's stared at Damian as if he truly believed that the information didn't matter.

"Did he want me?"

"Damian–"

"Did he want me?!" he yelled. "Tell me!"

Ra's jaw tightened. "Of course he wanted you,"

Damian's breath hitched. "Then why?"

"I didn't want him to have you,"

Damian drew the sword. He threw it to the floor, and ran back to his chambers.

"Damian."

The boy didn't respond.

Damian didn't come out of his room the entire day.

At midnight, he sneaked out and ran away, headed for Gotham City.

The same anon asked: Hello, I'm the one who asked that Ra's/Bruce question and the story you came up with make me smile and sad at the same time, great story as always. If Damian is their heat child, then how and when did he find out that Gotham dark knight is his mother? How did he react to it?

Answer: Hi! Thank you for that ask, I enjoyed it. Well, canonically Talia has always been open about who Damian's father is, but I guess for the sake of drama and angst (and your ask), maybe Ra's isn't as open about it.

Damian probably didn't care until he was ten and overhead servants or the other assassins talk about who bore him. Before that, all he knew was that he had a father taking care of him and that's that. What mattered was he has one parent with him. Then, just knowing his name, Bruce Wayne, was enough. It didn't bother him.

He continued on with this days and weeks and his training. He asked his father about it. Ra's said he'd been given up, so there was no need to know about it.

Damian believed him.

But then he overheard more, that Bruce was from a western country in a city called Gotham, with fair skin, dark hair, and blue eyes–so different from his own green ones (Ra's has green ones so Damian has green ones okay lol).

How this omega named Bruce didn't want to hand him over to Ra's.

He asked Ra's several times more.

Again he was brushed off and told it was unimportant.

The more those around him talked, the more he overheard. He learned shared similar facial features with him.

One day Ra's answered him.

His mother wanted him. How is that unimportant?

So he left in search of him.

Bruce is probably easy to find. His info and face is everywhere. Damian doesn't get it. Why would someone train under his father and write his name everywhere?

He's been in Gotham three days now. It's an ungodly hour in the morning; he's walking through a dark neighborhood, where most of the buildings are abandoned. He hasn't found a place to sleep yet, and these will have to do. He's read and heard about this Batman on the news, scaring criminals. He's yet to run into him at night. They call him The Dark Knight. He is somewhat intrigued by him.

"You three don't scare me," Damian barks at three dark men–betas–approaching him.

"Give us the bag, kid," one sneers as the three of them corner him into an alley.

"Try and take it," Damian sneers back.

But before he can make use of his training, a dark figure takes them all down in a few moves.

Damian gasps as the figure approaches him. He feels a pull, like his heart had a piece of rope that this person is tugging on and coaxing him to come closer.

The figure steps out of the shadows and takes a long, drawn out breath. "Are you alright…?" he man trails off.

Damian tries his best not to lose his cool. Something is pulling him to this man, but it bothers him because he doesn't have a scent. Why doesn't he have a scent? "Who are you?" he demands him. This man is wearing a mask, black armor, and a flowing cape.

A car stops on the street outside of the alley. "Get in the car," he tells him as he turns around to walk away from him.

"No,"

"Get in the car, now,"

"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne."

The man stops by the car. "I'll take you to him,"

That makes Damian a little angry. "How do I know I can trust you?" the pull in his heart already tells Damian he can trust him, but how do you trust someone with no scent? Just like how he and the people who trained under his father used scent blockers on missions.

"That pull you're feeling. That's how," he gets in the car.

Damian stands there for a few moments, thinking the man is right, before sliding into the car. As soon as Damian is settled into the passenger seat, this…Batman, floors the pedal and they rush to wherever Bruce Wayne is.

The drive is quiet. They run through several red lights, enter the woods at the edge of the city, then go through a tunnel that leads to an underground cave full of technology Damian has never seen before. They all glow blue, and the outline of a bat, just like this Batman's chest, decorates everything.

The car slows to a stop and they step out. There's a huge computer in front of the car, and cases with several costumes, probably for different people.

"You told me you'd take me to Bruce Wayne," Damian follows the man to what looks like a frosted glass box. "I'm talking to you!" he wants to hit him but the tug in his heart won't let him.

The man doesn't answer and goes in the box. Glass doors close, and the sound of rain and steam fills it. The doors opens a few minutes later, and the man steps out. He's dressed down and is wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants.

"You're…" the scent assaults Damian's nose as he steam dissipates and he sees his face. "You're Bruce Wayne…"

"Hello, child," Bruce gives him a fond smile. "What's your name?"

This is his mother. His mother doesn't even know his name.

"I don't,"

Did Damian say that out loud?

"Why?" Damian hears himself asking.

"I wasn't allowed to name you,"

"Why?" he says again.

"Because I wasn't allowed to have you,"

Damian doesn't know why it hurts much more hearing it from this Bruce than hearing it from his father.

"Did you want me?" he asks him, just like he asked his father.

"Of course I did," Bruce answers him. "I still do, if that means anything to you,"

"Damian,"

Bruce smiles. "Is that your name?" the smile makes Damian's chest hurt less. "Hello, Damian. I'm Bruce,"

Damian can't take it anymore and bolts toward Bruce. Bruce kneels and catches him. He holds onto Bruce tightly, and buries his nose into Bruce's neck and scents him, and he lets Bruce scent him too.

Damian has never cried before. He's never let himself. Today, he does.

"Mother,"