Fandoms: JLA Unlimited/Torchwood
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, Connor/Tim, Barbara/Kara, Roy/Dick, Alfred, Ianto Jones, Dinah/Helena/Oliver, Diana/Steve, Wally West, John Stewart/Shayera, Ace the bat-hound, Krypto, J’onn Jones, Yvonne Hartman and Captain Jack Harkness, eventual Jack/Ianto
Summary: He was originally designed to be the ultimate weapon whose singular mission was to guard and protect Earth from off-world dangers. Custom-designed using the integrated DNA of Superman and Batman, Ianto Jones is Torchwood One’s greatest creation. Yvonne Hartman and her team of sycophants followers truly believed him to be the world's best hope for survival against alien incursion. Yvonne's hidden agenda of using Ianto to restore the British Empire to its former glory and beyond was destined to come true until the Justice League learned of their plans. Now, after rescuing Ianto from Torchwood, Bruce and Clark find themselves unprepared for fatherhood and during the learning process, they unexpectedly find their relationship changing into something legendary.
Art by: ctbn60 see more here
Disclaimer: I do not own JLA Unlimited or Torchwood
Author Note: This is set in the JLA cartoon universe but does have elements of Comics
As a general rule, Bruce Wayne’s butler, Alfred Pennyworth, was used to the crazy and unusual that was Batman's stock-in-trade, so he'd hardly batted an eye when his young master had contacted him on a video conference link to inform him that he was planning on moving Clark Kent and their son into the manor. He just smiled and asked, “Will Master Kent be staying with you, sir, or shall he have his own room?”
“His own room will be fine, Alfred. The only reason I asked Clark to move in is because we will need someone to watch after Ianto and I don’t trust anyone but you to protect him,” Bruce informed his second father.
Not to be deterred, Alfred merely raised an eyebrow. “Now that’s a pity. Here I was hoping that you had finally come to your senses and that you were acting on the feelings between you and Master Kent. Well, I suppose this is a step in the right direction.” Alfred had a strong feeling that living together while sharing the task of raising their child may just be the push the two men needed to act on their very obvious feelings for one another.
Bruce fought the urge to rub his forehead. “Alfred, nothing is going to happen between me and Clark.” The quotation, 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much', sprang to mind, and he gave his head a minute shake to clear it. 'I am not a lady!' was the only point he could honestly disagree with.
Alfred just smiled at him. “Never is a very long time, sir, and what is meant to be will always find a way to happen and in my opinion, you and Master Kent are meant to be. Young Master Ianto may be what finally gets you to move your stubborn behind and claim what your heart wants.” Having single-handedly raised Bruce from the age of eight. Alfred was able to speak to Bruce so bluntly without fear of censure.
Bruce scowled – well, in Alfred' eyes it looked more like the pout Bruce had worn when he was a child – and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not you as well, Alfred! Clark and I are only friends, which mean no matchmaking or meddling from you,” Bruce all but ordered his old family retainer.
Alfred gave an almost disgruntled look. “Really, Master Bruce!" He did his best to sound scandalised. "I do not meddle or play matchmaker and I am hurt that you would think so lowly of me. If you say you and Master Kent are just friends, then fine by me. I simply have faith that sooner or later something will smack you in the back of your thick head and you will stop being so bloody stubborn, sir,” Alfred loftily informed Bruce.
As always and as intended, that tone made Bruce feel like a small boy who had done something wrong. “I’m sorry, Alfred, I know you won’t." Bruce changed the subject. "Ianto seems fond of the colour red, and he's a fan of Batman and Superman.”
“I will make sure the room is perfect. Now I believe you have a lunch date, do try not to blow it.” Alfred warned before turning off the video screen, effectively ending the call before Bruce could say anything more.
Bruce scowled at the black screen. “He’s going to find a loophole and still play matchmaker, I just know it.” Bruce knew he was going to have to keep his guard up. But he didn’t have time to worry about what Alfred was up to right now, he had a lunch, not a date, to get to.
Now, it took a lot to shock or even merely surprise Dick Grayson. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I think must be hearing things, because I swear you just said that Bruce and Clark have a son together?” Dick noticed that Roy was no longer pretending that he wasn’t listening to Dick’s side of the conversation with Alfred.
“Indeed I did, Master Dick. Now while I am under strict orders not to play matchmaker, Master Bruce did not say anything about you, Master Tim, Roy, Kon, Barbara and Kara playing matchmaker.” Alfred might not be able to meddle in his master's love life, but Bruce hadn’t said anything about the rest of their little extended family not getting involved.
A wide smile spread across Dick’s face as he realised what the man he saw as a grandfather was plotting, “Alfred, you sly dog! What can we do to help?”
“You can gather Tim and Kon and get over here to help me create the room for your new brother while I make sure the room closest to Master Bruce is suitable for Master Kent to move into.” Alfred’s tone left no room for argument.
“We’ll be over as soon as we round up the younger ones. By the way, why isn’t Babs involved in this?” Dick wondered.
“Barbara is shopping with Kara and the other ladies. Unless you would like to take her place, I expect you over here shortly,” Alfred informed Dick curtly.
Dick shuddered at the idea of having to go shopping with the ladies of the Justice League. “Like I said, we’ll be over as quick as we can be once Roy and I pick up the others.”
“I’ll have the tea on,” and with that Alfred ended the call.
Chuckling, Dick hung up his phone receiver and turned to face his lover. “How do you feel about playing matchmaker?” Dick asked Roy with a raised eyebrow.
A slow smirk spread across Roy’s face. “After the hassle we had getting Oliver, Dinah and Helena together, getting Bats and Superman together should be a piece of cake!”
Bruce wasn’t at all surprised to find that Clark had managed to find a highchair, although what such a thing was doing on the Watchtower he would never understand but Ianto seemed content to sit in it while eating his Cheerios.
The smile that lit up Clark’s face when he saw Bruce approaching sent off a wave of butterflies in Bruce’s stomach. ‘Ridiculous, it’s nothing more than hunger.’ The lie sound flat even to his ears. Still, he wasted no time in making his way over to join Clark and Ianto.
Upon spotting Batman, Ianto became so excited to see him that he began babbling loudly and waving his little hands in the air, sending Cheerios flying everywhere. Ianto didn’t know that he was dark and scary; all he knew was that he was warm and safe, like the big man who smiled dressed in the pretty colours, he felt loved.
The pure joy that Ianto got just from seeing him, and the smile that Clark gave him the moment he arrived, made Bruce feel warm and wanted, a feeling he normally only got with Alfred and his own little bat family.
As Bruce took a seat across from him, Clark prayed that he didn’t turn into a stuttering fool. ‘Thank goodness I have Ianto here.’ The little boy would help him to keep his calm around Bruce and give him something to focus on besides the man seated across from him. “So, how did the talk go with Alfred?” Clark made sure to keep his voice to a low whisper, knowing that not everyone knew who Batman truly was.
“He’s on top of things, as always. I have no doubt he’s roped Dick and Tim into helping and where they go, Roy and Connor are not far behind.” Bruce was quite sure that Alfred already had them hard at work setting up Ianto’s bedroom.
“I think if Alfred put his mind to it he could rule the world and the League,” Clark commented jokingly.
A smirk tugged at Bruce’s lips. “Of that I have no doubt.” Alfred was not a man to be messed around with; after all, he did raise the man who would become the Batman. “I think we are very lucky that he’s one of the good guys.”
Tired of not having his fathers’ attention Ianto flung his Cheerios at them and made an unhappy noise at being forgotten.
Clark shot Bruce a mock glare. “He gets that from you,” Clark informed him with a chuckle.
Bruce raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. “Oh? So I take it you were a perfect child while growing up?”
Clark sat up a little more smugly in his chair. “I’ll have you know I was perfect angel when I was a child.”
“Really? Remind me to ask Mrs Kent the next time I see her. I'm sure she'd just love to tell me all about your 'perfect' childhood.” Bruce wondered what kind of stories he would hear about Clark as a child from Mrs Kent and was amused to see a blush paint Clark's cheeks. "So I take it you were not the perfect little child you want us to believe." Bruce was rather enjoying teasing Clark.
Clark shifted in his seat, well aware that his face was quite red and so focused his attention on Ianto. "Well, even I can have a few bad days. But other than that, yes, I was a perfect angel." Clark chanced a glance at Bruce and gave him a teasing smile, "I bet Alfred has his own stories to tell about you. I'll make sure to ask him about them first chance I get."
Seeing Clark so happy brought forth the smile Bruce was trying to keep off his face. "I'll make sure that Alfred keeps those stories to himself."
Chuckling Clark reached out and ruffled Ianto's hair. "Don't worry, Ianto, with the combined power of our puppy-dog eyes Alfred will be breaking out the baby pictures in no time." Despite the fact that he had no idea what his father was talking about, Ianto easily sensed his good mood and let out a happy gurgle. Clark looked very smug as he turned to Bruce. "We'll hear embarrassing baby stories no matter what."
Bruce arched an eyebrow, accepting Clark's challenge. "We'll see who hears embarrassing baby stories first, my friend."
Clark and Bruce were so unwittingly caught up in the magic of their new family that they never noticed they were under close observation. All eyes were on the trio, wondering when the two men would finally stop pretending that their feelings were strictly friendship and actually act on the love they could all see.
"You're a slave driver, you know that, right?" Dick called over his shoulder as he stopped to catch his breath.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Master Dick." Unaffected Alfred merely studied the nursery that was slowly coming together. "I think the crib is too close to the window, we do not want young Master Ianto to get sick."
Three of the four men moaned as Connor just shrugged, not at all winded by all the hard work. His willingness to keep working earned him a playful glare from his boyfriend before Tim turned his attention to Alfred. "Alfred, we've moved the crib ten times! I think the crib is just fine where it is."
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Master Tim, while I thank you for your opinion I can safely say that you are wrong. The crib is too close to the window and the evenings can get rather drafty. And I you will move everything around until it is perfect, now get back to work."
"I'm starting to see where the Batman gets his slave driver attitude from." Roy was thankful that he wasn't forced to train under Batman. 'Here I thought Oliver was a hard teacher to impress, I truly think Alfred is the toughest of them all.'
"This is not the time to be daydreaming, Mr Harper, back to work." Alfred's stern voice broke through Roy's thoughts and Roy was no fool. This was the man who raised the Batman, so when Alfred spoke you didn't ask how high, you just keep jumping until he told you to stop.
A knowing smile appeared briefly on Alfred's lips before it quickly disappeared; 'it does felt good to have power.'