#Omega Jason Todd

[theblobmaster]

i've been thinking about omega jason for a while now. specifically why he'd be an omega.

jason was TINY before his dip in the lazarus pit. his death certificate says 4'6" and 87 lbs (137 cm & 39,5 kg) which at 15yo is very, very fucking small.

and then after lazarus pit he's now 6' and 225 lbs (183 cm & 111 kg). so that's a big difference from what is hinted to be an adjustment of his stunted growth because of malnutrition in his early childhood.

but back to omegaverse, now i normally don't really like the whole omega = small, alpha = big, because that's fucking boring and very heteronormative. BUT let's say that because of that course correction the pit did on his build would indicate that jason was supposed to be an alpha.

so what if, in an omegaverse au, because of his malnutrition, because of how he grew up, his biology changed. knew he no longer would be able to grow into that big ass alpha that his genes promised and instead decided to develop the more latent omega genes and after he begins to find a place at the manor to feels safe, a place where his body feels like he would be able to present in, he goes into heat not long before he dies. maybe he only has that one presenting heat and not really finding his footing with his secondary gender before he dies.

and then he comes back, the superboy prime punch, and then the wandering on the streets before talia finds him, and it would make sense if he didn't have any heats in that period because of the heightened stress his body was going through so he's not producing a lot of scent pheromones and omega hormones.

when he comes to himself after the lazarus pit, and his body starts to adjust to his new growth spurt, focusing his energy on that and still not producing any of those obvious omega pheromones and hormones and talia never learnt his dynamic before he died. (maybe bruce didn't know, maybe he did and just didn't tell who knows)

and if we go with the whole body not going into season when it seems like it's not safe. his years training with all of those expert teachers of how to kill ect he wouldn't get a heat.

just jason thinking he lost his secondary gender when he died, and not finding it important because there's nothing indicating he'll ever go into heat again. maybe it was just a fluke that first time?

and he comes back to gotham, and he has his showdown with bruce and it goes to shit. but then it starts to settle and jason starts to find a footing and places he feels safe in, finds teams he can count on.

with that his body starts producing those hormones again, people around him starts to notice a change in his scent, but jason doesn't notice how they also change with that pheromone change from him.

until one day where he is at that one safehouse, that's more home than the others and bam he's in heat and he has only experienced that once before, it's been a lifetime and many years since he was holed up in his room in the manor and had alfred making sure he had food and water and a hotpack for the cramps and for a short moment he panics. wants to reach out and call alfred, ask for help, but isn't sure if he'd get it

idk i have a lot of feelings about omega jason. and i think there's so many interesting ways to explore omegaverse and the way it can function through omega jason.

(also because i love them, dick coming to see if jason can help with a case and instead discovers his little wing sweating profusely and curled up and he can't not help out. he's not ready for all of those heat pheromones, but he takes it in stride and decides to work through how jason is apparently an omega later and instead just makes sure that jason is hydrated and takes care of him until jason is lucid enough to be embarrassed and kicks him out)

[graytodd]

I'm back with a new comic, my first Dickjay Omegaverse AU, and I do hope you gonna enjoy it ~!🙏💛

{plot} Bats are working on a case of Omega trafficking; Red Hood's an Omega and he’s been on suppressants since he came back from the Pit (refusing to be the only Omega in the pack) and overdoses – Nightwing comes to rescue. This comic's from Dick pov ~!

��� I've made a slight change about Omega's heat, as being more likely to mate than just being horny (and usually Alphas take advantage of that, anyway), during the heat Jason gets very frightened and loses his voice.

{continue...}

[mikakuna]

Once you start thinking abt omega Jason Todd ur life is over— like FU C K

Tits. Ass. Thighs. TYPICAL OMEGA ASSETS OK? OK. also idk. Him in a collar? Stunning. Also something about nesting is absolutely insane. God. FUCK. AAAH.

also jay having 'only omega child' syndrome? beautiful. Hiding his designation usually... gap moe... or OR USING IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE????? Jesus Christ. I'm going to die. Also. Heats. He's warm and flushed and curled up. What more do you WANT ????

only omega child syndrome YES YOU GET ME BABE !!!!!

these are my exact omega jason thoughts and rambles and bestie can confirm because we are the same @jstodd 🙌🏽

he most definitely either doesn't understand how painfully attractive he is/how badly alphas drool after him or he's so aware that he uses it to his advantage. yes he can afford whatever he wants but also he's gonna have fun batting his pretty eyelashes at toxic alphas to get them to waste their money on him. he WILL drag them around for the girls who were done dirty by them. leading cocky alphas on is his game.

on the other hand is a jason who never realizes when someone is flirting with him because he has like zero familiarity with the concept of someone actually liking him (he died when he was 15 and awkward give him a break + his self esteem is like below zero). it's just a constant of jason being insanely clueless when alphas flirt with him and the bats not understanding how someone so smart and capable can be so oblivious. (bruce is secretly glad jason doesn't realize because he's rejecting all of these alphas and bruce's protective alpha father side doesn't have to get.. involved)

yes he has overprotective siblings and an overbearing father. yes he absolutely despises it and wishes he knew more omegas.

[omegajasontoddweek]

OJTW2025 PROMPTS

We have some delicious looking prompts this year everyone! As a reminder, OJTW2025 will run from the 21st to the 27th of April.

Prompts!

21st of April (Day One): Courting Jewellery | Jason Presents Recently | Possessiveness | Mating Chase

22nd of April (Day Two): Jason Overproduces Slick | Pussy Spanking To Tighten Them | Sneakmate Reveal | Normalised Public Sex

23rd of April (Day Three): Jason Can't/Doesn't Track His Cycle | Mating Bonds Share Emotions | Omegas Traded To End Packn Feuds | Supervillain Auction

24th of April (Day Four): Alpha Voice Command | The Nape Of The Nexk Is Sexualised | Omegas Can Carry Pups From Multiple Fathers | Heat Drop

25th of April (Day Five): Emergency/Critical Heat/Rut | Ivy's Pollen Turns Omega Slick Addictive | Omegas Are The Hunters During Mating Chases | Jason Is Insecure

26th of April (Day Six): Feral Alphas Can Only Be Tamed By Omegas | Jason Needs To Be Taught How To Touch Himself | Jason Has The Ideal Omega Hourglass Body Shape | Pregnancy Risk Increases If The Omega Orgasms While Knotted

27th of April (Day Seven): Jason's death day, free day!

[kieran-granola]

"Take a picture, babybird, it'll last longer."

Art commissioned from the lovely @gotham-gargoyle

[beautyconsumer]

For my a/b/o batfam rewrite

Jason being particularly territorial for his pack: I don't like other omegas in my house

Tim: What about Steph?

Jason: Steph is pack, she doesn't count

[autisticrosewilson]

If you guys are going to write omega Jason who everyone thought was an alpha (true real and correct) then at the very least you alpha Jason truther weirdos HAVE to write the opposite where everyone was fully convinced Jason would present as an Omega, sorry he's too deeply tied to women and people who experience violence at the hands of people in power you need to make him act like it I don't care what's in his pants.

[redbirdandbluebird23]

The Kids from Yesterday - Alternative Beginning

Masterlist

A/N: As I said in the poll, this is only 356 words of basic set up, there is more explanation about where this story would have gone under the break. I don't currently have plans to flesh this out into a full story, but I could be convinced to if people like this bit!

Jason was struggling to remember exactly how he’d ended up standing at the white, slightly peeling apartment door in front of him. The last thing he remembered clearly was picking up the phone to find Tim crying on the other end of the line. 

“Jay, it’s Dick. They-they didn’t make it time. Fuck, Jay, Dick’s dead.”

Tim started sobbing in earnest then, but Jason had just hung up. He still didn’t know if Tim had just called him as a courtesy (none of the other bats had even tried to reach out), or if he knew more about what was really going on between him and Dick than he let on. But either way, Tim’s words completely pulled the rug from under Jason’s feet. He had been so sure, even when they unmasked Nightwing, that it was all going to work out. After all, it was Dick, he always found a way out. Not necessarily always in one piece, but he always made it out. 

But apparently this time he hadn’t.

Jason’s heart barely had time to break before he grabbed his ready packed to go bag, shoved several of Dick’s hoodies and shirts inside, packed a few other little keepsakes he couldn’t bear to part with, and then took off running. 

Now he found himself staring at the peeling white paint on the apartment door trying to work up the courage to knock and ask for help. He took a deep breath and finally reached up and knocked. He fiddled with the strap of his bag as he listened to muffled mumbling get closer to the door before it was pulled open to reveal a dishevelled Roy.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Roy asked, exhaustion seeping into his tone, and Jason almost felt bad for waking him up. 

Jason stayed quiet, knowing the moment he tried to talk would be the moment the facade he put up in Gotham would crack and everything would come spilling out all at once. 

Roy seemed to see that anyway. “Oh, Jase. Come on.”  He stepped to the side and Jason walked into the apartment.

So yeah, the main change would have been the story taking place in the Spyral arc and all the angst that comes with that, including shit dad Bruce rather than protective mama bear Bruce. But the main plot points would have been:

Jason finds out he's pregnant during the time Dick is away fighting the crime syndicate and doesn't have a chance to tell him before he's captured, unmasked and strapped to the murder machine

Jason runs to Roy because he knows Roy will know what to do and guide him through everything

Which Roy does, and Jason moves in with Roy full time during the pregnancy, but keeps it from the rest of the family because he doesn't trust them

Tim, being Tim, eventually tracks Jason down and Jason lets him have limited access to his pup on the condition that Tim never tells anyone else

Tim is okay with this because he wants a relationship with both his remaining big brother and his niece/nephew

Something, something, something

Dick comes back from Spyral to half his family hating him, Bruce's indifference and Jason missing

He absolutely loses it trying to figure out where Jason is, but with Tim quite literally working against him, he doesn't have any luck

Tim lets Jason know Dick's not actually dead, but he's just as mad as Jason and agrees not to tell Dick anything about where Jason is

Jason's still living with Roy and they're basically best friends/roommates raising a pup together, so Jason doesn't think he needs Dick even without Dick's 'betrayal'

Something, something, something

Dick somehow finds out where Jason is and decides to just drop in unannounced

Only he comes face to face with a year old pup with Jason's curls, but Dick's mom's eyes

Jason grabs his pup and locks himself away in their room as Roy deals with Dick

Dick's honestly too shocked at the revelation that he's a dad now that it doesn't take much for Roy to throw him out

Dick's absolutely reeling from the revelation and hating himself even more for leaving, while Jason's losing it because he thinks that now Dick knows, Bruce will find out and they'll take his pup away from him

Roy immediately moves them to another city and gets Ollie and Dinah on board to help against Bruce if it comes to that

Something, something, something

Tim eventually finds the video of Bruce essentially beating Dick into submission to get him to agree to go to Spyral, as well as the recordings from Dick basically begging to come home

He sends them all straight to Jason because why wouldn't he

This brings another layer of problems for Jason, because on one hand, Dick clearly didn't choose to leave, but on the other, he stayed gone when he could have left before joining Spyral and he didn't try and tell anyone what Bruce did

Jason can't see himself ever getting back together with Dick, or letting him around their pup with the possibility of Dick defending or folding to Bruce's orders

Dick's finally beginning to realise this himself; that his codependent relationship with Bruce is toxic and it's going to kill one of them

So Dick leaves Gotham, and Bruce, behind for good

I didn't have the ending completely planned out, but you can imagine that they eventually make up and Dick proves that he's reliable enough to Jason to let him back into his and the pups lives. I've said it before, but I don't think I'll ever be capable of giving these two boys anything but a happy ending.

[zukadoodleswithrin]

“Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup. And you were mustard. Which is weird, because usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?”

What do you mean Damian wasn’t a silly kid? Of course he was!

This is my Jason Al’ghul AU

Talia found Jason and almost immediately dropped him in the pit allowing Jay and Dami to have somewhat of a relationship together.

(Technically this is also a omegaverse au but let’s see how far I go with that. Jay is an omega and Dami is a soon to be alpha.)

Edit: I forgot to mention in this particular AU jay and Dami are siblings but view them as you like

[toriafiction]

A World All Our Own

A small snippet for an upcoming installment from this verse.

"A collar with a bell for my Alley Cat," Dick kisses over Jason's marked mating gland before buckling the collar around his neck.

"Dick," Jason whines, partly in complaint but mostly with need.

"I promised you one, didn't I?" Dick rumbles into his ear, and Jason flushes as the growing heat in his belly is stoked a bit higher.

"You'll wear it for me, won't you, Little Wing? Because while I never want to tame you, I do claim you and the whole damned universe needs to know you're mine." Dick’s voice drops into a lower, darker, register taking on the unmistakable reverberance of an alpha by the end.

Dick’s barely touched him, but Jason is already hot and panting.

"What do you say, Alley Cat? Should we see how wildly we can make your new bell ring?" Dick asks in that dark and sultry tone, and Jason breaks.

Breaking had never felt so good.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3955561

Link to A World All Our Own series 💕🖋💕

[graytodd]

♡ shaped Omega!Jason/Alpha!Dick ft. babydemon » based on two @redbirdandbluebird23 'fics on ao3

[jstoddwrites]

i have nothing to say other than i need brujay to fuck nasty and that in this particular fantasy i have, bruce 100% calls jason mama/mommy and yes bruce so much as uttering syllable of it has jason on such a power trip his blood sings and he soaks his panties

[sarriathmg]

Social Media fic LINK

Omega Jason Todd Week Day 7: “You didn’t deserve him then, you don’t deserve him now, and you never will.” | Paparazzi get photos of the Wayne omega that go viral | Everyone wants Jason

@omegajasontoddweek

[omegajasontoddweek]

Hi everyone! We're here and we're ready to start voting on the prompts for OJTW2025. This will be open until the 1st of Feburary, and prompts should be revealed on the 2nd!

[ditzyredrobin]

Basic Instincts

AIless Whumptober Day 25

“How could you?!”

-

“Damn it, Replacement! How the fuck could you?” The door to the bathroom was kicked open with enough force to hit the wall behind it, effectively rattling Tim out of the static coating his brain. Hood’s voice was cold and tinny coming through the helmet's voice synthesizers.

Tim let out a throaty growl, baring his teeth the vigilante, wishing his hands would move enough to throw a whirlybird and effectively andr get the fuck out of here. But everything was leaden, his fingers were stuck, the needle pierced through the gash, mid suture.

Everything had begun to fuzz out around the edges, whether that be from blood loss, sleep dep, or because he couldn’t remember the last time he ate. Any combination all worked out to the same solution: a bad patrol. His body hadn’t seemed to get the memo that he needed to have this taken care of yesterday and get the hell out of dodge.

Tim had managed to cut away enough of his suit to expose the gash on his thigh, it was long and deep, and on hell of a bleeder (Sheet metal and explosions don’t tend to mix).

Hood’s sudden intrusion just kicked his brain back in gear.

Hood snarled a throaty growl back and stepped into the bathroom, giving absolutely zero shits.

In a few, long strides, Hood was across the bathroom, heavy boots squelching as in a grotesque pool of blood puddled on the stark white linoleum. The room was drenched in the stench of pennies and distressed omega.

Tim pressed himself as far as he could into the crevice between the toilet and the wall.

Hood towered over him dark and looming, breathing heavy like he’d just run a marathon, and Tim’s heart roared in his chest. Even through his helmet, his gaze felt predatory, stalking him as he moved, taking in the sitch.

The helmet masked Hood’s scent, setting Tim on edge when he couldn’t get a read on the vigilante. Still, he could feel the rage radiating off of him.

This was bad—very, very bad.

He couldn’t see his eyes but he dared to venture, if he could, they would be toxic green.

“Baby bird, we had a whole fucking talk about this bullshit not all that long ago. Remember? Where you promised we were done with alla this shit?” Hood crouched down in front of him looking like he was ready to yank Timmy out of his hiding spot. Tim was not going to let that happen—Tim managed, by the grace of whatever being may or may not exist, to get his arm to work enough to release a whirlybird from his gauntlet at Hood.

Hood swore, dodging just before getting a face full of throwing disk. ”What the fuck?” He sounded exponentially more pissed. Shit.

Tim doesn’t respond, doesn’t think, just acts, glancing from Hood to the door, formulating a plan. He was effectively caught between a rock and a hard place with a body working on 5% but damnit he wasn’t going out without a fight.

Glaring at Hood, Tim made the tension ease out of his shoulders, his hands going limp at his side.

“I’m not here to hurt cha. I just wanna help, okay?”

No, not okay.

Hood held out a hand to help Tim out of his, effectively taking the bait.

With flawless acting, Tim takes his hand, using it to leverage his way out, squeezing past Hood. In less than a blink, Tim contorts, maneuvering his aching body in a low dive out the door. Tim grit his teeth when he the maneuver pulled on his half done stitches, but he didn’t have time to linger.

Hood followed him into the bedroom, cursing and swearing. “What the fuck?” He sounded pissed.

He spun around delivering a flying kick that Hood ducks, sending pain radiating through his thigh. Black spots cover his vision but he can’t stop, he has to fight, this is not going to be another tower incident.

Hood is on the offense, blocking each of Tim’s blows, a blocked uppercut, another blocked kick. For as hard as he tried, his moves didn’t work and Tim could feel himself running out of steam.

Things came to a head when Tim’s leg finally gave out in him, the tendons unstable and shaking under his weight. His knees buckled and Hood was there to catch him.

Tim flinched, expecting a hit that never came.

“Stop moving dammit.” Hood hissed instead, lowering him to the dark hardwood floors. Tim struggled weakly in his grip without making much headway. His hands were firm but gentle, holding a hand to his shoulder effectively pining him in place like it was nothing.

“Let me go.” Tim snarled, breathing heavy. Tim weakly tried to wriggle but Hood was having none of it. He had a churning feeling in his stomach and the pain in his thigh was back tenfold. His body refused to cooperate but he was not going to give up.

He was not going to lay down and take another beating from the Red Hood.

Hood pressed harder, ignoring him. “Why are you fighting me? I’m not going to hurt you.”

(Yeah, right, likely story)

Tim bared his teeth, repeating. “Let me go.” it was more forceful this time. His vision was growing darker, the harder he fought. His fingertips were cold and numb and he couldn’t feel his toes.

The masked vigilante ignored him, pressing his free hand to the side of his helmet to activate the comm. “Hood to O, I found him and he’s bleedin’ bad.” Hood used his free hand to palpate the hash and Tim screamed, harsh and broken. Anything other words were lost to the agony, his vision growing dark.

There was muffled swearing and Hood put his weight into the injury and Tim lost his ability to breath.

Darkness dragged him down.

-

Tim came to slowly with all the haziness and heaviness that came with being on the good stuff. His aches are a distant thing, there in the distance buzzing like a housefly. Annoying but disregardable.

His thoughts are sluggish, slipping away like sand through his fingers. He hummed, leaning back in the warm, soft things supporting all of his aches and pains supported by soft things. He can smell his pack.

The pack nest.

It takes a couple of tries to peel his eyes open, lashes crusted over with sleep but when he finally does, everything swims in front of him. It feels wrong, his stomach churning. He closes his eyes again.

He couldn’t help it, a small, desperate keen escaped, calling for his pack.

There is a flurry of movement and the solid heat cushion his head responds with a chesty rumble. It takes a moment to recognize the scent of their pack alpha, herbaceous, musky, radiating safe.

There were a handful of other scents surrounding him and hands on him checking him over.

“You’re safe, baby bird.” A sweet baritone crooned, running fingers through his hair. He smelled clean, of mint and tea tree and alpha. Dick.

On the other side he caught whiffs of sweet and spicy and camellias—Cass.

And…and gunmetal and brimstone and the underlying honeyed scent of omega—Jason.

Jason, shit. Hood.

Tim sat up quickly, or tried to, but was held in place by a firm hand on his chest and the disgruntled grunt of the pack alpha. There were more hands shushing him, holding him in place.

He keened again calling for their omega—the man he had tried to fight back in his safe house.

There was muttered cursing and shuffling and grumbles of disapproval before Jason’s scent became stronger, the pack nest dipping beside him. Dick’s nimble fingers in his hair were exchanged for Jason’s, larger and stronger.

“Easy, baby bird, I gotcha.” Tim could have cried.

Tim cracked an eye open again and things swam a little less, meeting Jason’s look of concern. “I’m sorry,” the younger boy said hoarsely. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Jason sighed, carding his fingers through his hair. His expression softened the younger omega. “I know, sweets. It was an accident wasn’t it?”

Tim swallows hard, and nods, trying to ignore the prickling in his eyes. ”I didn’t mean to do it.”

He had been running on basic instincts, the what had once been. It had been almost two years since Bruce was back and things had begun to settle into place.

Jason wasn’t the enemy. Jason was pack—he was his mate. The penthouse was their home.

He was shushed again, warm gun-calloused fingers detangling from his hair, finding and cupping his cheek. Tim leaned into his touch. “It’s alright, we can about it talk later.” He promised, running his thumb along his cheek bone. “Sleep now.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58879633

[beautyconsumer]

Thinking about Omega Jason, as usual, as is the one thing I LOVE to write about. Something about his character being "girl coded" and claimed as "hysterical" seduced me (and many) to think he is Omega material altogether.

Anyhow, I think baby fever would hit Jason the hardest right before his heat, he wants babies always but it's then when he can't shove down the urge anymore.

He's horny of course, but it's deeply driven by his need to get pregnant and have babies right about NOW DAMNIT.

Some Alpha needs to approach this man and knock him up right now.

Except Alphas see this 210 lbs and 6'0 man and assume it's another Alpha which is a pain, a tragedy, but there's always the Alpha with a keen eye (and if you know me you know who I'm referring to right now) who's seeing that waist, those child bearing hips, that stacked up chest and comes to the right conclusion.

Jason, who's hot and willing and with a very warm womb won't say no.