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
With Ianto safely tucked in his arms, Clark was a bundle of nerves as he followed Bruce into his ancestral home, stately Wayne Manor. As a normal, well-adjusted child, Ianto was perfectly at home in his father's arms; he was exactly where he was supposed to be, and so he was focusing all his attention on the teddy bear in his arms. Clark did his best to swallow his apprehension; this was to be his and Ianto’s home for the near future, and while he knew it didn’t mean anything to Bruce, Clark couldn't help but think that 'this is the first step to the three of us becoming a family. Yeah, little man, I think we're gonna be very happy here.'
The very thought brought a warm comfortable feeling to his heart, and he looked down at his son and smiled. Sensing his father's gaze, Ianto looked up and giggled happily. He offered his bear to Clark for a kiss and then his eyes widened when Clark obliged, planting a big loud smooch on the teddy's nose. Ianto lifted his face for a kiss of his own and when Clark peppered his face with kisses, Ianto cooed and gabbled with excitement. Waving his hands about, he managed to whap Clark upside the head with his bear and that just made him laugh louder.
Clark was unaware that his playful behaviour with Ianto was being closely but surreptitiously observed by Bruce, who was actually quite surprised by the sudden wave of envy and desire that swept over him. When he felt the sense of peace and contentment emanating from Clark he suddenly realised, 'I want that!', and then in the next second, 'I can never have that!'. The impossibility of his situation saddened him, but he forced his emotions as far back in his mind as he could.
Alfred, on the other hand, was watching with a smile on his face. 'This is exactly what Master Bruce needs; Wayne Manor has been quiet for far too long.' He chanced a glance at the man he's raised from childhood and was dismayed to see the look of sadness passing across Bruce's face. 'Oh, sir, please don't give up before you've even tried! You need a family to keep you grounded and make you smile, and by god, that's what you're going to have!'
Determined to make his employer see the rightness of it all, a smiling Alfred stepped forward to greet them. "Welcome Master Clark! It is an honour to meet you, sir." He turned his attention to the child in Clark's arms, "and this must be young Master Ianto."
Hearing his name, Ianto tore his eyes off his teddy bear and stared at Alfred. The butler had the eeriest feeling that the little boy was looking beyond the visible and peering straight into his soul and he was slightly relieved when Ianto broke out into a wide toothy grin and babbled happily at Alfred. "Well someone is a very happy young boy; I do believe he takes after you in that part Master Clark." Alfred could clearly see elements of both Bruce and Clark in the young child.
Bruce's eyes narrowed. "I was not that bad." The dark knight crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at his adopted father.
Completely unfazed by Bruce's disapproval, Alfred managed to maintain a purely straight face as he replied with sarcasm dripping off his every word, "Oh, o course not, sir; you were a perfect angel."
Evidently Ianto seemed to enjoy Alfred's tone as he gurgled loudly and stretched out his arms, teddy bear and all, to the older man. He continued to squirm and reach for him until Clark finally gave in and reluctantly handed Ianto over. For several moments, Ianto and Alfred just stared silently at each other as if taking stock and then Ianto's face lit up with a big smile. He patted Alfred's cheek with his chubby little hand.
In response, Alfred smiled brightly at the young boy. "I see a lot of you, Master Clark, in young Master Ianto. Now, if you would please follow me, I will show you to your new rooms." He tried to return Ianto to his father so he could collect Clark's bags, but the little boy clung stubbornly to his neck.
"Don't worry about it, Alfred," Clark forced himself to chuckle. "I've got these," and he quickly gathered up the few pieces of luggage he'd brought with him. He could see that the his son had formed an immediate bond with the older man and he tried to relax. 'They say that children and dogs are the best judges of character, so if Ianto trusts him....' It still didn't make him happy to relinquish possession of his son, but other than making a scene, he didn't know what else to do.
Bruce just shook his head; he knew Alfred was going to enjoy having Ianto around to look after. 'I wouldn't be surprised if Ianto ends up wearing a little suit in no time. A mini-Alfred, I'm sure the girls will go crazy with that idea. I better make sure that they keep the dressing-up tame.' He wasn't about to let Ianto become a doll for others to play with.
He was brought out of his musings when he noticed the look of pure anxiety in Clark's eyes; it was clear he did not like Ianto out of his sight and in truth, neither did Bruce. "We better catch up to them." He took one of the bags from Clark's hand and motioned the man forward.
Clark offered Bruce a shaky smile. "It's not that I don't trust Alfred, Bruce, I do. I just don't like Ianto being out of my sight so soon." The Man of Steel admitted ruefully. "Even though only a few hours have passed since we found him, I just can't imagine my life without him."
Bruce favoured Clark with a rarely seen soft smile and it stole away Clark's breath. "You sound like a new father, so it's completely understandable." The Dark Knight always knew that Clark would make a wonderful father and his interactions with Ianto just proved Bruce's point. "If you felt any differently, I would be concerned."
Inside Wayne Manor, waiting with barely contained excitement and shifting with nervous energy, were the impatient members of the bat and super families. They had seen the men arrive, and they had heard them talking in the great hall. Now they waited anxiously for Alfred to return with the child they hoped was the key that would finally get Bruce and Clark together. They all them perked up expectantly as Alfred entered the living room with a small boy in his arms and they could all see the traces of Bruce and Clark in his features.
Alfred was amused as everyone just stared at young Ianto who simply gazed back at them for a moment before his attention was taken by Ace and Krypto. A big smile graced his face as he eagerly reached out for the dogs and from the way Ace and Krypto's tails were wagging, they wanted to meet and play with young Ianto.
Deciding he wanted to be the first to meet his new human, and wanting to show off just a little bit, Krypto took a leaping jump into the air. His efforts earned him a happy coo from Ianto as he flew over to Alfred. He hovered at eye level, staring at the young boy before giving a doggy grin and licking Ianto across his face. Ianto let out a loud whoop of excitement and big grin split his face.
Delighted with his new friends, Ianto reached out for Krypto and not wanting Ianto to hurt himself, Alfred placed Ianto on the floor. As Krypto landed and Ace moved in closer, the assembled group watched closely, ready to act immediately if it looked like Ianto was in trouble. Once he was free, Ianto quickly crawled on his belly towards the two dogs, who waited patiently for Ianto to get in between them. Barbara and Kara couldn’t help but coo indulgently when they saw the way Ianto snuggled in between the two dogs who curled themselves protectively around him.
"Oh, he's so cute!" Kara cooed as she bent down to study her new little cousin and as she shuffled a little closer, she joyfully announced, "he has Kal's blue eyes!"
Barbara joined her girlfriend and smiled down at the small child. "They also have a bit of grey in them but there's no doubt that they're Clark's eyes and that's his smile as well."
"That's probably a good thing," Dick joked.
"What's a good thing?" Bruce's dark voice came from the doorway. Dick's head snapped around and his eyes widened with shock when he saw the man himself standing there with his arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised.
Dick knew he was on some very thin ice with his mentor and father figure. 'Still, there are some times when he deserves a swift kick to the backside, like his feelings about Clark.' "I said it's a good thing Ianto has Clark's smile," Dick calmly informed Bruce with a wicked grin on his face.
Bruce looked at Dick for a moment, considering his options, and then he raised his eyebrow even further before declaring, “Early training practice, with m at Dick me, in the morning.”
Dick gulped and the muscles of his belly tightened for a moment; even though Bruce's words were spoken dispassionately, they basically translated to 'you're getting your behind kicked.'
Clark just shook his head and smiled as he watched Ianto babble happily to Ace and Krypto; his son was clearly enjoying all the attention being lavished on him by the woman. “Well, I can tell that Ianto’s got your love for being the center of attention.” Clark stated with a grin directed at Bruce.
Knowing looks were quickly traded between Kara, Barbara, Tim, Dick, Kon and Roy as they watched the normally reserved Clark Kent tease Bruce. They were all thinking the same thing, ‘There may be hope for them yet.’
Noticing he was no longer the center of attention Ianto stuck out his lower lip and let out a small cry. The long day was quickly catching up to him and he longed for a soft pillow to lay his head upon. When he saw that all eyes were on him once again, Ianto let his lower lip quiver just enough to earn him a series of sympathetic 'aah's from the women.
Quickly Clark fell into father mode and he started over to his son, but to everyone’s surprise, it was Bruce who reached Ianto first and lifted him into his arms. Clark watched as Bruce shifted Ianto so that they were chest to chest, and when he saw Ianto sigh softly, lay his head on Bruce's shoulder and close his eyes, the Man of Steel was forced to blink away a sudden rush of tears.
Alfred alone remained unfazed by the sight of Bruce Wayne cradling a small child to his chest, but then again, nothing about Bruce surprised Alfred any more. They'd been through too much together over the years for anything Bruce did to even raise one of Alfred's elegantly expressive eyebrows.
Refusing to acknowledge how satisfying, how right it felt to be holding Ianto in his arms, Bruce looked at his mentor. “I think someone is getting tired. Alfred, would you please show us where Ianto’s room is?” he asked as he slowly rocked Ianto back and forth. He kept his voice soft; he could feel the tiny puffs of breath on his neck slow down and even out, and he knew Ianto had fallen asleep.
Alfred watched as Clark came to stand beside Bruce, and when he reached out to gently stroke Ianto’s hair, a smile graced the older man's face. ‘If only you could see what I see, that the three of you are the perfect little family. I hope that soon your eyes will open to what is right before you.’ Alfred was sure that by leaving the matchmaking to the young people, his hopes would soon be answered.
Gathering up Clark's luggage from where it had been dropped by the door, Alfred smiled and nodded his head, “Of course, Master Bruce, if you’ll please follow me?”
Conner waited until he was sure the men were out of hearing range and then he voiced what they were all thinking, “They are blind fools and need to get their act together.”
As they climbed the stairs, Clark couldn’t help but steal glances at Bruce as he watched him carry their young son. Ianto’s head popped up for a moment and he looked around bleary-eyed, but Bruce's quiet 'Shhh' had him resting on Bruce’s shoulder again and drifting off into sleep.
Clark couldn’t get over how truly right the man he loved and his son looked together and a frisson of excitement ran up his spine. ‘Oh my God! I’m actually going to be raising our son together with Bruce while living in his house! I’m going to see Bruce every day and night!’ Clark struggled to keep calm as the truth of his situation hit home: he was living with the man he was in love with and they had a son to raise, together.
Bruce noticed the sudden tension that filled Clark’s body. “Clark, are you alright?” he asked softly to make sure that he didn’t wake Ianto.
Startled from his reverie, Clark nearly missed the next step before flashing him a soft smile. “I’m fine, Bruce; just thinking about how unbelievably drastically my life has changed in one day.”
Not sure if he believed him Bruce decided to let it go for now and he gave Clark a soft smile as well. “This is certainly not how I was thinking how my day would to go. But I am glad you're here, you and Ianto.”
Bruce was not at all surprised when Alfred led them to a room only a few doors down from his own; he had a feeling that Clark’s room was be one between his and Ianto’s.
His suspicions were immediately confirmed when Alfred turned to face them, “This is young Master Ianto’s room. Master Clark, you're in the room next to Ianto. There is a connecting door which will allow you to check in on Ianto whenever you like.”
A sigh of relief escaped Clark; knowing that Ianto would be so close by eased his fears that he wouldn't be able to hear him if he cried out in the night. ‘Bruce is also right next door,’ his traitorous mind pointed out. Clark shushed the mocking voice and accepted their bags from the butler. “Thank you, Alfred, this is perfect.”
Alfred had a twinkle in his eyes as he decided it wouldn’t hurt to give them a tiny push. “Well, I shall leave you both to get Master Ianto settled; I have dinner to start.” Alfred bowed and took his leave and the moment his back was turned to the men his face broke out in a wreath of smiles. 'Step one complete.'
Silence filled the hallway as Bruce and Clark shifted awkwardly, wondering what they should do but it was Ianto stirring restlessly that spurred them both into action. “We should probably get him into bed,” Clark whispered softly as he watched Ianto sleeping face relax again.
"Uh... right, could you open the door?" Bruce kept his voice a mere whisper; he didn't want to risk waking Ianto up. 'He looks so very peaceful right now.' He felt an unusual warmth fill his heart as he savoured the feeling of holding the child in his arms.
Clark blushed faintly and as he reached out for the doorknob, he saw that his hand was rather shaky. Hoping that Bruce hadn't noticed his nervousness, he opened up the door to Ianto's new nursery and stepped inside. For a moment all he could do was stare at the beautiful room, his eyes wide with wonder. "How did Alfred do all this in such a short time?" he asked in awe.
Ianto's bedroom was a mixture of both his parent's remarkable heritages. On the side of the room which Clark figured was his, a beautiful sunrise of over the Kent farm in Smallville had been painted on the wall. Clark was thrilled to see a piece of his childhood home in Ianto's new home, and he couldn't wait until the day when he could show his son the real thing.
A few Superman posters decorated the wardrobe doors, and a pile of stuffed toys tumbled about in the corner. Next, Clark noticed a matching set of nursery furniture, including a deep cherry red dresser, a crib that could be changed into a big-boy-bed as Ianto grew, and comfortable rocking chair filled the space.
The second half of the room clearly showed Batman's influence. A beautiful starry night in Gotham City covered the other wall, complete with blazing comets and stars that actually glowed. There were a few more soft toys lined up under the crib like sentinels, and Clark's smile turned into a chuckle as he spotted the stuffed bat, Krypto and Ace toys among them.
"Even I can't explain the mystery that is Alfred," Bruce admitted as he moved towards the crib and gently laid Ianto down and before he knew it, he was brushing a soft kiss onto Ianto's forehead. "Goodnight, Ianto," he whispered. Bruce straightened abruptly, realising that he was being watched, so he took a step back to let Clark finish tucking in the young boy.
Touched to the core by the tender scene, Clark quickly ducked his head so that Bruce wouldn't see the rush of emotions on his face. He pulled up the Batman and Superman blanket and made sure his son's ever-present teddy bear was within easy reach. “Goodnight, Ianto, sweet dreams my precious little boy.” He brushed a kiss across his son's forehead, his enhanced senses breathing in the unmistakeable scent of his child.
Bruce put a gentle hand on Clark's shoulder. "Come on, let's go." His mouth was quite close to Clark's ear and a shiver ran down his spine.
Nodding Clark reluctantly allowed Bruce to lead him away from their son's room. As one, they paused in the doorway and looked back at the miracle that slept peacefully with his teddy bear tucked under his chin.