#jason smells like an alpha because of tim so it makes people even more confused

[kibblbread]

i NEED a omega x omega fic between jason and y/n because this would be quite literally the best thing ever idc idc idc

or i feel y/n could even just be beta but i like the thought of two omegas together tbh

if i end up writing something myself it’ll probably have tim as a very protective younger brother, just to see something different for once sincerely, why is tim always some little defenseless little twink thats always being antagonized by JT???

Like canonically tim can kick some serious ass and antagonizes jason too??? i feel like in the fic world, ppl forget that too easily.. also grayson, bruce and babs are also alphas but tim is the only aggressively territorial one

damien isn’t in the picture cuz he’d be annoying :0)

also a big plot point of the fic is opposite of the general canon— everyone thinks jason needs help and supervision/guidance vs everyone believing he doesn’t need or want any help at all and just ignore him

in other words misogyny lol Jason is lowkey infantilized and underestimated, everyone still gives him shit just from the standpoint of possessiveness rather neglect/shunning

I will NOT read any a/b/o fanfics in which Jason Todd isn't an omega

[dairy-farmer]

Presented to you as if I was a cat and this idea was a dead mouse:

Scent is incredibly important in the world of omegaverse. Interestingly, it is a well documented, if not necessarily well known or publicized, that pups actually have the best sense of smell of anyone in Omegaverse: and it does make a lot of sense! Sure, Alphas need to be able to pick up on what other Alphas feelings are so they don't accidentally cause a territory dispute (those should only be done intentionally), but don't necessarily need a vastly more well developed nose compared to the other two dynamics to pick out when an Omega is in heat - if they are interested, the Omega will let them know with actions as well as scent.

What this kind of thing means, very broadly speaking, is that while all dynamics have fairly good senses of smell when it comes to identifying this person or that person or picking up on some of the more strong emotions, being able to tell what someone else's dynamic is can be nigh on impossible with even a mild scent blocker... Unless you're a pup. Because it is incredibly useful, especially in the past when people weren't perhaps as civilized as they are now, to be able to tell quickly and with very high accuracy whether the person you are approaching for help was an Alpha that may be territorial or aggressive, a Beta with little 'pull' in their pack (remember, only things developed tens of thousands of years ago before society was even a thing), or an Omega who is vastly more likely to be protective and nurturing toward pups, and also hopefully has milk.

So! The point to which I am building up: Tim had been hiding that he's an Omega for whatever reason - maybe he's worried old style sexism would have prevented Bruce from letting him be Robin, or maybe he was worried about the optics of a young Omega boy hanging out with a pack of Alphas (Alfred is a beta, but outsiders generally just consider him the help so he wouldn't really count). Heck, maybe Tim just thought it was funny that he managed to hide his secondary gender from Batman... And then Damian shows up

He's small and angry and secretly scared about having a place in a pack of Alphas. Even the Beta, Timothy, is supposedly incredibly skilled and competent according to his grandfather. So Damian is ready to bite people (Dick and Jason mostly), because one thing the League taught him was that the proper response to fear and unease is violence against the thing causing that feeling. So Damian had been at the manor for a couple days, everyone is stressed and snapping at each other, when Tim finally returns from a mission/hangout with YJ. Damian is prepared to meet this final rival for his father's regard with violence, sneaking up on him when Tim is alone after being deprived of the Damian situation... Except he gets one tiny whiff of Omega and is instantly calmed. The pack Omega would never harm him or allow one of the Alphas to do so! So instead of attacking, Damian allows his footsteps to be heard -sneaking up on his new Mama wouldn't make the best impression- and as soon as he has Tim's attention he basically plastered himself against him.

Tim is shocked and confused, because everyone had been warning him about what a vicious little hellion Damian was, and here was that same pup greeting Tim for the first time with a big hug! He becomes alarmed fairly quickly though when Damian starts tugging on his shirt and making cute puppy noises asking for milk (getting an Omega to feed them is a sure fire way for a pup to quickly create an affectionate and protective bind with said Omega). Pups being able to identify dynamics regardless of scent blockers isn't a secret or anything, it just almost never comes up because most people aren't trying to hide like Tim is. So now Tim is conflicted because he wants to feed and bond with the pack pup, but he's also been lying to said pack for years and isn't sure how to explain himself.

I picture Tim convincing Damian to keep it a secret (not that Damian needed convincing: if no one else knows Tim is an Omega, there is no risk of one of the Alphas trying to take Tim's attention or get him pregnant!) and the rest of the bats are confused. Why doesn't Damian like them but seem to love Tim? (Obviously Tim is very lovable, but that's beside the point!) It can't be because he's a Beta, because Damian has been just as rude and standoffish to Alfred and Steph. Dick is particularly hurt because he's a nice person! Strangers and pups usually like him, so why doesn't the new pack pup 😫! It's not fair! Tim and Damian sleep together every night, and Dick would love a chance to cuddle his sweet beta brother Timmy and new pup brother. (and No, Dick (and Bruce and Jason) have never had any dreams or fantasies about Tim being an Omega and getting mated! Sure, they could do that anyway except alpha/beta matings can be painful for a bottom beta because they're not really meant for knots, and he/they love Timmy too much to risk hurting him. So stop asking!)

Tim and Damian's sleepovers are just a perfect excuse for Tim to get to relax and be himself and take off the scent blockers, while Damian gets a bell full of milk and cuddles from someone he knows he can trust in this new place: his new Mama would never let anything happen to him, up to and including being sent back to the League!

How do the rest of the family find out about Tim? Maybe he forgets to put his patches back on one morning, maybe Damian calls him Mama in front of them by accident... Or maybe it's after Damian presents and someone walks in on him knotting Tim for the first time, panting and growling about how it's now his turn to look after and protect his mama. The fallout is honestly not as bad as Tim had been worried about: his reasoning is considered silly but understandable so no one's really angry about that. Mostly, they're just annoyed at how much sex and knotting they've missed out on thinking they were protecting Tim! ( Damian is of course Very Unamused at having to share his Omega - he didn't have to share before, why does he have to stay now!?

a gift 🐁!!! i love this so much!!!! one thing i love about omegaverse is how the world has a direct impact on the story- pups having an incredible sense of smell would make so much sense given their needs! and damian immediately forming a connection and trying to bond with the only omega/his new mother who will make sure nothing happens to him in this den full of alphas!!

i LOVE the idea that no one figures out tim's an omega until they literally come home one day and the manor is filled with the scent of an omega very clearly getting mated and of course they do a tally and realize who is present and who is not, they realize the scent is coming from damian's room and initially think oh he's fucking a little omega and then are very quickly filled with horror because oh no damian's fucking a little omega. and that's a very BAD thing, for an alpha, even one as young and freshly presented as damian, to fuck another pack's omega without a packhead's permission that is, at best, a brawl on the front lawn sort of confrontation with the other packhead and at worst a lawsuit and damian ending up on an offender registry so damian fucking a strange omega is very bad for SO many reasons and so they burst in because if they put a stop to it they can save damian from putting himself in a very bad situation. but then they burst in and the squirming whining omega laying bellyside down on damian's bed and getting roughly mated by a panting damian is a drooling and whining tim- tim who they all thought was very much a beta!

it's just so good!!!

[iselsis]

Unholy Matrimony 2

Jack had left early in the morning two days later for his meeting with Mr. Wayne, and Tim had been waiting in the grand foyer almost without a break ever since.

He knew, like, intellectually, the Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because, duh, Batman, but he was having a hard time convincing his body of that. His heart pounded wildly, his hands were clammy and gross, and his stomach roiled, both with heat pain and at the thick scent of distress and pheromones in the room. Janet had tried to order him to his room, but he kept sneaking back, and eventually, she just gave up and opened windows.

In the end, he decided that he was less worried about what would happen if Mr. Wayne bought him, and more worried about what would happen when he didn’t. His parents were going to be furious, and while he kind of hoped that they’d just spend a lot of time thinking about what to do next, go on another trip, and forget, like they usually did with commitments they made to him, he didn’t think that that was going to happen this time.

After a few hours, Janet wordlessly stepped into the room. Neither of his parents had spoken to him since the first morning except to snap order and make absolutely sure how much of a disappointment he was. Instead of acknowledging him or snapping at him to stop making her house smell like a crime scene, she leaned against the banister to watch the front door with him. He supposed that meant that his dad would be back soon, and his gut wrenched again. He wasn’t sure if that would be good or bad, but at least it would mean an end to the waiting.

It was only a few more minute before they heard the Drake’s rental (they were never in town long enough to need their own car) roar up the front drive with a worrying speed. His dad was either really excited, or really mad. Tim was leaning towards mad, given the whole “trying to sell my kid to the unholy terror of the night” thing, but that wasn’t assured, he realized. He might have drastically mistyped Batman, and the real Bruce Wayne was more of a “do as I say and not as I do” type person, or maybe he didn’t really mind child brides. Like, he’d stop a grab & go rape, but if they were, like, married, then maybe he wouldn’t really mind.

The door flew open and Jack stormed into the foyer, his whole body and scent screaming rage.

Tim breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn’t getting married, then.

Janet frowned in confusion. “He refused.”

“Refused? Refusing is one thing, but that bastard,” Jack snarled, hurling his briefcase at the floor, where it landed on its spine with a resounding crack and an eruption of papers. “That absolute bastard had the nerve to lecture me about how we should ‘respect and treasure our son’ and ‘cherish the time we have with him.’”

Oh, that was… That was beautiful. Poetic. The small part of him that had been worried about Mr. Wayne actually wanting him that way curled up and died of laughter. The thought of his parents actually following through on Mr. Wayne’s suggestion and respecting him and cherishing their time with him, though, was just too much.

Jack turned and shot a glare at Tim, like it was his fault that Mr. Wayne didn’t want to buy him, and Tim struggled to keep his grin in check.

He must not have been able to keep his amusement from his scent, because his father’s expression darkened, and he stalked toward Tim.

“You think that this is funny, bitch?” Jack snatched Tim’s collar before Tim could make a run for it and shook him harshly.

Tim stumbled, throwing his head back in submission to bare his throat. Jack growled and slapped Tim hard across the face with enough force to send him crashing to the ground.

His head hit the tile hard, making his vision swim with disjointed shapes and blurred edges. He tried to get up, but his father’s shoe slammed into his ribs and he was down again with a cry of pain. The next kick landed in his stomach, then another to his ribs, then his mother’s voice was saying something quietly that Tim couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“He deserves it, pompous little omega brat!” Jack snapped venomously.

Tim chanced a glance up, but found only a furious glare from his father and a cool, calculating stare from his mother.

“True.” She lifted her chin so that she was looking down her nose at Tim even more than she had been before. “But we won’t get as good a price for him if he’s broken and ugly. His only asset is his pretty face, dear. Luthor or Queen might be interested if he looks decent.”

A small, ridiculous part of Tim was thrilled, because calling him pretty was the nicest thing his mom had said about him in years. A larger part of Tim cringed at the idea of having to marry Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen. Mr. Wayne was Batman, which meant that of course he would never agree to marry a kid. Tim was sure that the drunken playboy role was just an act.

Lex Luthor, from what he had overheard from his parents, was arrogant, cruel, manipulative, and completely amoral, and that was just with his business partners. Tim was sure that he wouldn’t object to being given a child bride, and Tim also knew that his parents had wanted a deal with Luthor almost as badly as they wanted a deal with Wayne.

Oliver Queen, he knew less about. He did know that he was the CEO of Queen Industries. His parents didn’t think much of him. He was apparently what Bruce Wayne pretended to be: a drunk playboy with too much money and low moral character. He was a useful idiot, though, and they might try to get the better of him with a stilted business deal and a young omega. For all those faults, though, Tim was pretty sure that he wasn’t a criminal.

Jack growled and kicked Tim once more before storming out of the room.

Janet’s lips curled into a frown of distaste. She didn’t have to say anything to communicate just how disappointed she was. After a few moments, she calmly followed her husband out of the room.

Tim tried to get up, but it hurt too much to move. He lay there, curled up in a fetal position on the tile floor, where at least the icy tiles numbed the pain of his bruises and heat, for a long time.

Finally, Tim dragged himself up off the floor, and up two flights of stairs to his bedroom. If he even had his own house, he was going to get a ground floor bedroom, like a sensible person. Or maybe he’d just take suppressants for the heat, and stay away from angry alphas.

Tim slipped into his room and shut the door behind him louder than he would have normally dared with his parents home, but he was hurt, and they were already mad, so he didn’t think it mattered if he slammed the door.

Tim wanted to just curl up into a ball and fall asleep for the next five years, but he had research to do first.

He dragged his laptop out from under his bed, where he’d hidden it in case his dad took it like he’d taken Tim’s phone. Jack had said that Tim didn’t need it anymore, but Tim had a feeling that it was really more out of a fear that Tim would go on social media and paint his parents and their company in a bad light in an attempt to get out of a marriage.

Tim was smart, though, or at the very least, smarter than that.

Options were limited for omegas. He could live on the streets, but he doubted he’d survive long without a pack. Jason Todd had done it, but Jason Todd was an alpha and he was strong enough that Batman had impulse-adopted him to be his Robin. If Tim wanted a prayer of survival, he’d probably have to find a pimp or an alpha. He didn’t want to, but if his other option was Luthor… He’d have to see.

Foster care, especially in Gotham, was basically just the prostitute option. He’d have a guaranteed roof, and probably food, but he wouldn’t get to keep his money and his parents would probably be able to get him back. Gotham’s omega group homes were also hotbeds for abuse without pay.

Tim’s main problem was that what his parents were doing wasn’t technically illegal. Even though omegas weren’t legally considered property anymore, they were second class citizens. If their parents wanted, they could marry them off to any alpha they wanted. Most didn’t anymore, but most also weren’t negotiating multimillion-dollar business deals. His new husband would be his guardian until he was eighteen, and he couldn’t even be divorced until then.

At the very least, Tim was the only one in the marriage who could request a divorce. Something about the alpha assuming responsibility since the omega had little real-world experience before the marriage. If he wanted, once he was eighteen, he could just be really really annoying until whatever alpha married him agreed to give him a severance check and alimony.

That plan probably wouldn’t work. There weren’t any rules about beating your omega for being a brat, or marital rape.

He needed to make a plan, and for that, he needed information.

A search on Lex Luthor turned up relatively innocuous results, until Tim started trying to get around any doctoring of the algorithm by adding keywords like crime and conspiracy. Most people turned their noses up as soon as the word conspiracy was uttered, but Tim had figured out that the richest man in Gotham ran around town dressed as a bat and beating people up with his underage accomplice all because of an acrobatic move. Small clues were important, and rich people are weird.

It turned out that the internet suspected Lex Luthor of a lot. Illegal weapons deals, links to supervillains, human testing, abuse, rape, murder. There wasn’t much that he wasn’t suspected of. Several of his more vocal accusers had turned up “suicided” as some had termed it. There was one, a CK, whose allegations of Luthor’s crimes was so extensive that Tim wasn’t sure if it could actually be true that one man had committed so many crimes.

Luthor was a hard no. Tim would rather chance the streets. Tim would rather die. Heck, if he wanted to die, marrying Luthor would probably take care of that pretty quickly.

Oliver Queen was a different story. Tim couldn’t find many accusations against him of anything, and the accusations he did find were mostly just being a drunkard and a whore. He didn’t seem so bad, or so smart. He seemed like he’d be nice enough, and Tim might even be able to manipulate Mr. Queen into letting him go to school. He’d probably be safer than the streets even if he couldn’t, and if he wasn’t, then at least the streets of Star City weren’t nearly as dangerous as the streets of Gotham.

It struck him while he was looking at a photo of Mr. Queen at a charity gala for polio or rickets or something. Mr. Queen’s beard seemed…familiar.

There was no way.

Tim quickly split the screen and pulled up every picture the public had of Star City’s Green Arrow on one side, comparing it to the picture of Oliver Queen from the newspaper.

How.

Had.

No one.

Noticed?

The facial hair was the exact same, the build, the hair color. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to wear a mask over his mouth and nose than over his eyes? It would take away the risk of the domino slipping over his eyes and actually cover extremely identifiable marks.

His heart sank. Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because he was a hero. Mr. Queen was a hero too.

He was being sold to Luthor.

[goldandbluesmiles]

Parental Woes

Summary: Bruce is asked what it's like raising a bunch of Alpha kids as a single omega parent. The answer is unexpected.

Or

"Is it weird being the single Omega parent to a bunch of Alphas? Like what's the weirdest thing?"

"The cock-blocking," said Bruce

TW: Mild Language

Ao3

XXX

They had been drinking for hours now, the only sober one being J'onn as he couldn't be affected by the contents of alcohol. Even Bruce was drunk.

"Hey Bruce," Clark heard Oliver say, "I gotta ask. Is it weird being the single Omega parent to a bunch of Alphas? Like what's the weirdest thing?"

"The cock-blocking," said Bruce

Clark choked on his drink. Beside him, Hal did a spit take while Barry and Arthur let out incredulous laughs. Both J'onn and Dinah looked highly amused. Diana had a small smirk on her face and Oliver, the second most sober, had a confused look on his face.

"Uh, wanna run that by me again Wayne?"

"The cock-blocking," said Bruce, "Seriously, it's ridiculous,"

"Spooky," said Hal, "How drunk are you right now?"

"Oh, very," said Bruce, "I'm going to hate myself in the morning,"

"Yeah, Yeah," said Oliver, "But you can't say something like that and not explain yourself. Come on Brucie. There's a story behind that,"

"Well," said Bruce, "It started with Dick. When he was really young I stopped picking people up for a while but, you know, once he settled down I tried to go back to it, coincidentally at the same time as he has started presenting his Alpha traits,"

"Right," said Barry

"The first time it happened was at Wayne Charity Gala,"

Bruce smiled as the Alpha trailed his hands down his back.

"You look as gorgeous as always Mr. Wayne,"

"Oh please James, we've known each other for a long time. You can call me Bruce,"

And it was true, they had met in high school. Back then James had been loud, brash and utterly unimpressed with relationships. The perfect hookup for Bruce. In the present, James was much more put together, standing straight, shaking hands and disarming people with his smile.

And Bruce wanted him. At least for the night.

By the way, James' hands were wandering he wanted him too.

"So, Bruce," said James, hand now hovering at his thigh "Have some time to spare for an old friend tonight? I know you're here with that kid of yours,"

And score.

"Well, he's old enough to go home with the driver. But we'll have to do your place,"

James grinned, "Well, that's understandable. Maybe we could just-"

"Bruce! There you are!"

Ah. Shit.

"Hey Dick," he said, "What is it?"

"Can we go home now?" he said, draping himself over Bruce and forcing James to remove his hand.

"Uh, yeah," said Bruce, "I thought you were going to-"

"Come on, Bruce," said Dick, "Now!"

"Maybe I should-" said James

"Yeah," muttered Bruce, "Some other time,"

"Huh," said Barry, "Doesn't sound like it was done on purpose,"

"Oh it wasn't," said Bruce, "He didn't even realize he was doing it a lot of times, just that he wanted the strange Alpha away from me. I had a talk with him and he said he would stop but I could tell how much it killed him to let some Alpha hang all over me so I just stopped picking people up. Again,"

"Sucks," said Hal

"Yup. Anyway, eventually, he left and I kinda started getting back into it. I mean I was still in my twenties then,"

"Yeah," said Dinah, nodding alone, "But then I guess Jason came along,"

"Oh yeah," said Bruce, "That was a disaster. I mean I love that kid. But Jesus,"

Bruce sighed happily as Jasmine pressed her fingers to his wrist.

"You smell wonderful, darling," she said, "I just wanna eat you up,"

"Well Jasmine," he said, trailing his other hand over her back, "I'm sure we can arrange that,"

Someone cleared their throat behind them. Bruce turned to find little Jason standing there with a pout on his face.

"I think we should go home now," said Jason

"Oh, okay," said Bruce, "I thought you were leaving early with Alfred,"

"Well now you're coming too," said Jason

"I am?" asked Bruce, feeling more and more confused by the second

"Maybe we should do this another time," said Jasmine, looking a bit amused by the situation.

It was her amusement that clued him in.

Oh, this was like Dick all over again.

"How about not," said Jason, glaring at the Alpha who just put her hands up in surrender, looking like she was about to burst into laughter.

Ok, this was so much worse than Dick.

"I don't think he wants you near me," said Jasmine in a voice only he could hear.

Jason gave her a hard glare for her transgression. She just smiled and walked away.

"Oh wow," said Diana, "Little one is fierce,"

"Yup," said Bruce, "These days those two do it on purpose,"

"Oh hey Bruce," said Rajan, standing a little too close for it to be friendly

"Rajan," he said

"So I was wondering if you would want to-"

"He would not," said a voice from behind

Bruce groaned internally. Why were his children like this?

"Definitely not," said Dick

"Uh, what?" said Rajan

"You weren't propositioning our father were you," said Jason, standing tall, which Bruce had to admit was pretty intimidating, especially when you took in the muscle.

"Because that might cause some problems," said Dick

"I think I'm gonna go now," said Rajan and practically ran away from there

Clark was having a really hard time stopping his laughter. The other members of the league seemed to be having the same problem.

"Har har har," said Bruce, "Please laugh at my pain,"

"Oh Lord!" said Arthur, "Your children sound amazing,"

"You haven't heard about the rest of them,"

Bruce grinned against Omari's lips as he led them to his room. The Alpha smelled amazing, taking all of Bruce's control not to strip them right there.

"Oh Hi Bruce," said Tim, making them break apart instantly

"Tim!" Bruce said, almost screeching, "Aren't you supposed to be home?"

"You were supposed to talk to Mr. Javari," said Tim, looking between them, "You have to make the call,"

"Right," said Bruce

"Well," said Clark, "You can't blame him for that. He genuinely needed you for something,"

"Except that, I had already made that call earlier," said Bruce, "Infront of Tim. While he rolled his eyes every time I said something 'Too Brucie',"

"Oh my," said Diana, leaning forward, "Cunning little thing,"

"Exactly!" said Bruce adorably waving his hands around, "I couldn't say anything in front of Omari and Tim knew that. The worst part, Omari was all 'What a cute child' and 'You should attend to him' and I'm just thinking, there goes another night of wild sex because my kids are annoying little shits,"

There was another round of laughter from the group.

"Come on. Come on," said Oliver, "Tell us more!"

"Damian," sighed Bruce, a fond look on his face, "Sweet cranky little Damian,"

"So Bruce," said Agnia, her voice holding a hint of an accent, "I was wondering if you would like to take a ride with me?"

"What kind of ride?" he said, bringing out his best smile.

The Alpha smirked, "We can do both kinds. The night is still young after all,"

Bruce grinned and leaned into her. She reciprocated by putting an arm around his waist.

"Remove your hands from my Father,"

Bruce sighed and looked down, feeling resigned.

"Hello, Damian," he said. This child wasn't even supposed to be here tonight.

"Ah," said Agnia, "Is this your youngest?"

"Yes," said Bruce

"Take your hands off of him!" This time his tone was more insistent, "I won't ask again,"

"Oh?" said Agnia, "Well, my apologies, to both of you,"

Damian nodded seriously and turned to Bruce, "We should go now,"

Bruce sighed, "I suppose we should. Go call the car,"

Damian gave one last warning glare, and it was definitely a warning, to the Alpha and walked away.

"I'm so sorry about that. He wasn't supposed to be here tonight. He must have come with his brothers,"

Agnia laughed and gently stroked his cheek, "It's alright. I used to do it to my Omega parent too. And I understand that he didn't grow up with you. Makes him more protective,"

"Thank you for understanding," he said, "Most people don't"

"Most people are stupid,"

Bruce smiled and was about to-

"Father!"

"You better go," said Agnia, "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne,"

"Lovely to meet you too, Ms. Agnia,"

"So, what was that about?" he asked Damian once he caught up to him

"Well," said Damian with a completely serious face, "I had to protect your virtue,"

"We are going to have a conversation when we get home," said Bruce, dreading it already. Maybe he could just skip it. It's not like it had helped with his other sons.

"Did he really say virtue?" asked Dinah

"In his defense, he translates everything from Arabic to English in his head and the only English he learned was formal," said Bruce

"But virtue?" asked Hal, "Even in slang language that's funny,"

"Yup," said Bruce, "After the third time he did that I was this close to saying 'Your mother picked me up at a gala and you were conceived in the back of a car' I mean it was a nice car but still,"

"Really?" asked Barry, "I thought you met her abroad when you were travelling,"

"Oh I did," said Bruce, "She was on business,"

"Ah," said Barry, "What about your daughter?"

"Ha," said Bruce, "Dear Cassandra,"

"Uh Bruce," said the Alpha he had been chatting up, "Your daughter is starting to scare me,"

Bryce sighed, "It's alright Abbas, just ignore her,"

"It's kinda hard," he said, pretty grey eyes flickering sideways.

Bruce followed his gaze and sure enough, there was Cassandra, her eyes unblinkingly trained on Abbas.

"I don't think she likes me talking to you," said Abbas, "And no offence but your kids are kinda scary, especially your girl,"

"I know," said Bruce, not knowing whether to be proud or to feel frustrated.

"I'm just gonna-" said Abbas and Bruce nodded, watching the man walk away very very quickly.

Bruce couldn't even blame him. Cassandra could be scary.

"So?" said J'onn handing them all some water, "She merely stares at them?"

"Yup," said Bruce, "And it works. She's just that good,"

Hal snorted, "Your kids are something,"

"Yeah," said Bruce, a soft smile on his face "They're really great, wouldn't trade them for anything,"

They were quiet smiles around the room as Diana decided it was a good time to call it a night.

'This,' thought Clark looking at everybody's relaxed posture, 'had been a good idea,'

xxx

Bruce was nursing his first and last champagne glass for the night when he felt someone's arm come around his waist. Considering there were very few people in this circle that could actually come close to him this silently...

"Hey Ollie," he said in his best Brucie voice, "I see you were invited too. Should have let me know,"

"Aww but I wanted to surprise you," he said, purring a little close to his ear

What the hell was Oliver doing?

"Play along,"

Bruce was confused. It wasn't that he didn't understand what Oliver was saying, they had saved each other from many unbearable conversations after all. But he couldn't see anything that Oliver needed saving from and Oliver wasn't one to just come up to Bruce and start flirting

He was up to something.

Still, Bruce was bored and figured giving into the Alpha's shenanigans wouldn't hurt too much. Oliver did know have to have fun and Bruce was in a good mood.

So he put up with Oliver's wandering, but respectful hands, and his, only kind of, bad flirting.

He got an inkling of what was happening when he saw Stephanie coming their way, a determined gleam in her eyes.

"So Oliver," said Stephanie, stopping right in front of them, "Feeling a little handsy today are we?"

"Uh," said Oliver

Oh, this little shit. Really Queen?

"Cause really, that is just not classy," said Stephanie, crossing her arms and glaring, "Anything to say for yourself, Mr. Queen?"

Bruce could see that Oliver trying to hold his laughter, probably in hopes of prolonging the conversation but as soon as Stephanie raised one of her eyebrows he was lost.

Oliver doubled over in laughter and he wasn't the only one. He could hear Dick and Tim giggling behind them. Jason and Damian were coming up behind Stephanie, wide grins on their faces. Cassandra had come to stand beside him and was looking at him with amused eyes. Poor Duke just looked confused, standing at the other side of Cassandra.

"What?" said Stephanie, "I'm making a good point here,"

"Don't worry, Brown," said Damian, "You have just joined the tradition of Father's Alpha children warding off his one night stands,"

"I told you he did it on purpose," said Bruce, giving Dick a pointed look

"What, really?" said Dick, looking at his little brother

Damian shrugged, "It was instinct at first but afterwards it was just to watch Father try to not roll his eyes,"

That garnered him a few chuckles all around.

"That is it," said Bruce, pushing away a still laughing Oliver, "Duke? You're my favourite now,"

The young Alpha grinned, "Sure, B. Does that mean I can get ice cream?"

"Yup," said Bruce, "Let's go get ice cream. The rest of you stay back and think about what you've done,"

There was a wave of protests but Bruce grabbed Duke's arm and hauled them both out of there.

Duke was laughing by the time they got to the car, "Do they really cock-block you every time?"

"Oh yes,"

"I mean I don't blame them. Most Alphas are protective and you deserve to be respected," said Duke

"Duke, baby, you're the only normal child I have. Please stay this way,"

Duke's laughter was like magic.

Bruce couldn't help the warmth that spread through him.

He really did love his kids.

[whumpbby]

A!Dick x O!Jason. An AU where Jason didn’t get adopted by Bruce but found a job at Wayne Enterprises that gives him a scholarship for his tuition. Then there’s Dick who catches sight of the 6 foot omega and is just wowed. Then there’s drama and tension because Jason’s an employee of Bruce and also high society doesn’t like its golden boy getting with a street rat. Dick understands the tension and he wouldn’t want Jay to feel pressured, but light flirting compliments and small gifts are ok right?

I love this!! Jason, with 2 jobs and a college course, trying to juggle them all and not at all interested in ‘meeting people’, he only borderline considers his omega nature as something important, he was on suppressants ever since Leslie agreed to prescribe him some (say, as soon as his second heat it was clear that he will suffer from heavy hormonal imbalances and crippling PHS, so Leslie did all she could to make the life of the orphaned pup easier) and he isn’t really interested in exploring that part of himself... He’s working hard to get somewhere and supporting his mom, who is trying hard in rehab, he has no time for love!

...but then he joins WE and, you know, it’s doing the normal paperwork admin intern stuff, but one day learns that the medical part of the enterprise looks for omegas with hormonal imbalances to test some new therapy on that’s supposed to help them! And they offer financial recompense for these that decide to join! 

Jason does the math, checks his bills and it turns out that, if he’s accepted, he can drop his nightshifts at the local supermarket and spend more time on studying this semester! And it may actually work - he’s heard good things about the medical trials so far, WE is very ethical and it seems like a safe option... He may even be able to stop taking suppressants and live a normal life as an omega (somewhere in his head he sees his future with a mate and a possible pup, but it’s all esoteric and way into the future, but if there’s hope to achieve that?).

So, he applies, is chosen, and starts the trials. 

It’s not easy, at first, because he has to stop the suppressants and that’s a bitch, his hormones are all over the place for a while, while he waits for them to get to some sort of equilibrium so the doctors can get a baseline. It’s a confusing and unpleasant time, full of strange pains and thing swelling and his stomach rolling at certain scents and...

And that’s how he meets Dick, actually. Dickie Grayson-Wayne is visiting the WE office in Gotham (he has a Titan-related meeting with Lucius) and uses the break to get a coffee and a sandwich, and just as he passes the admin office to say hi to the few admins he knows from when he was a shrimp stepping on Bruce’s toes, the doors open and he almost gets ran into by a... a tall kid with the most telling expression Dick has seen in a while. The kid’s going to puke and Dick really likes his suit, so he uses his super reflexes, grabs the kid by the back of the neck and rushes him to the closest toilet. 

Yepp, the kid pukes his guts out. It’s a bit concerning, actually, Dick stays on the other side of the door and doesn’t leave, because the kid takes a while... He gets a cup of water and hails one of the admins to question them - the kid smells funny, Dick suspects drugs - and learns that, oh, it’s just Jason, he’s been like that ever since the medical trials started. 

Dick is concerned - should this be happening? Now he’s involved and, since he’s a busybody he feels like he needs to sort this out. 

Jason, after he emerges form the toilet, looks like death warmed over and Dick walks him to the Med Dept, full of concern and all alpha-pushy that Jay can’t really protest, he’s barely standing. He ends up spending the night int he med suite under observation and getting a talking to from the Doc in charge that he shouldn’t try to push though negative effects and needs to report them immediately! it’s not a test, it’s meant to help omegas!

Dick does a rewind. Wait, what? Omega? This big lad with square jaw and rough hands is an omega?? WHAT? 

Jay, when he finally gets back on his feet and learns who it was that took care of him in that corridor - he immediately wishes to disappear! Dick Grayson! The son of the boss of the boss of his boss and he puked his heart out in front of him!!! TAT Jesus, what a way to make an impression... not only that, but the man now knows about his issues... can’t get any worse, especially that people keep teasing him about it! “Oh you should have seen the boss’ son panicking over you! He’s a handsome alpha, but alphas can’t be trusted to manage sickness.” and so on. 

Dick, meanwhile, feels responsible for the omega now - can’t help it, he’s a caring person and  Jay is suffering negative effects of something WE makes so he has to supervise it. So, whenever hes’s in Gotham he pops in for a visit to see how Jay’s doing and (since he’s a Bat and doesn’t know what privacy is) goes through his medical files to make sure everything is on track. He knows he should’t, but he’s concerned and Jay won’t know, right? Not like they’re talking...

...except they are talking, because Dick is Dick and he can’t stop himself from chatting, and, as time goes by, Jason seems - more? As in, the drugs have to be doing their job, because Jason’s scent changes form the bland-dusty to something warm and smoky, something very attractive... and his figure changes too, the gangliness seems to be filling out steadily and the sharpness of his hips and shoulders starts to soften... He’s still built strongly and obviously exercises, but now it’s not as stark... No matter how much Jay complains about the aches and tired days and his wakening senses and instincts, and having to buy another trousers, because he can’t fit into these ones and he doesn’t have money to spend like that... (they drink coffee together now and sometimes have lunches when Dick is at WE and the are tentative friends...?)

Dick likes what he’s seeing and smelling way before he realises his attraction. And once he realises it, he’s like uh-oh. His instincts are all pointing towards Jay being a great omega prospect, but his brain (and his brother Tim, who acts as a backup brain sometimes) tell him it’s not a good idea, Jason is WE employee and a subject of medical trials, he’s on WE scholarship and.. and he’s also such an unusual omega, he’s so big, and so smart, and he cares for his mom so much, and he’s working so hard... he’s working through his body changing, so damn brave and dedicated, and he deserves some help, right? Dick just wants to help him - it’s good, right? He just wants to make sure his friend won’t end up defeated by life...

But Jason is also proud and self-sufficient, and won’t take charity, so Dick has to act carefully. 

...Tim is advising against it, Jason is a civilian, their lives are hectic, the media will tear him apart and he will end up hurt by the secrecy, Dick, please think! 

Dick is thinking... he’s trying to think... but Jason scent keeps getting sweeter and sweeter, and his behaviour starts to betray that he may also be attracted to the handsome alpha... and Dick’s instincts can’t ignore it... 

[scandalsavagefanfic]

You are my thoughts fuel right now. Can't stop thinking about your aus and fics even when I'm working! Like your werewolf Ra's and turned hunter Jay: What if after a while Ra's gets intrigued by Tim? How Jason would react? Or Once he is left alone at the base in wolf form and the Hunters Bats break in and take a random wolf for interrogation. The shock when they see its Jason and is pregnant! And that just for that one!

Hello darling! I wanted to answer this so much sooner but I had to get to this point in the story (which didn’t start as a story, just some smutty fun, until I got so many amazing asks with such amazing ideas).

Anyway, I was so flattered that my fics were on your mind! You are so sweet and amazing! Thank you so much!

Words: 1626

Rating: T? M? (I don’t know… there’s no sex in this part either… what’s happening to me?)

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Jason knows something isn’tright when Ra’s tries to send him away with Talia and Damian.

Ra’s usually likes to keephim close, especially when he’s this far along. Jason takes some comfort fromthe fact that the Alpha didn’t seem to realize how attached to his omega hewould become. Those unwanted instincts and feelings to make one’s mate happyand protect them are apparently a two-way street. Ra’s gets particularlyprotective and territorial toward the end of Jason’s pregnancies. And he onlyhas a few weeks before he gives birth.

Again, he thinks bitterly. On the one hand, he’s grateful that hedoesn’t have to spend 9 months pregnant like a human (though he would muchprefer the 65-day period of wolves) and on the other he despises that the 4month pregnancy and short recovery time means Ra’s has kept him swollen withhis spawn practically all year.

He wonders if that’s normal. Humansand wolves usually only mate once a year and though his first year with thepack is past, he was pregnant a third timebefore it ended.

He’s also a little bitterthat he’s going miss his change by about a week and he is going to have to popthe new ones out as a human. He had his first litter as a wolf and the secondas person. He much prefers going through it as the wolf. It’s less…embarrassing? Certainly less painful.

And even though he loves allhis pups, there’s already too many for him to handle on his own.

Jason sighs. He doesn’t mindgoing off to wherever Ra’s wants them to go.

With Damian.

Damian’s still a pup and asthe oldest child he’s actually been pretty helpful wrangling all his littleaunts and uncles. Jason knows that much of the kid’s motivation is to make surenone of his grandfather’s new children supplant him in the pack hierarchy, toestablish his dominance over them early. But Jason also knows who Damian reallyis, that Damian feels the same pull to Jason’s pups that his little ones felttoward Bruce and Dick, that they’re pack twice over. No one had to tell him,and no one has. But he can see so much of Bruce in Damian it’s almost scary.

But Talia? He knows Ra’strusts his Alpha daughter as much as he trusts anyone. But he doesn’t think hismate sees the way she eyes him sometimes. He’s the only omega in the pack(apparently it’s normal that only the lead Alpha takes a mate) and she’d beenaway on a mission when Ra’s let everyone else have a go at him after hisill-fated escape attempt. He gets the feeling she thinks she missed out. It’spretty unlikely the opportunity will arise again. Even if Jason were to try torun away… at this point, Ra’s is too invested. He has no doubt the Alpha wouldpunish him severely. But it would be private. Ra’s won’t share him now. Regardless,Jason doesn’t really want to be alone with Talia.

So he’s grateful when hisAlpha changes his mind and says he can stay. That it ‘actually works out betterthis way’ which then puts Jason right back on edge.

Their current keep, a remote Gothic castle somewhere in northern Germany, is strangely quiet as Jasontiptoes around. Something is going on, he has a sick feeling in the pit of hisstomach. And it’s not however many pups are in there this time.

Ra’s had told him to staywith the kids. But that’s always been a given so the fact that he had felt theneed to say something… well, it makes it impossible for Jason to resist leavinghis pups with Damian to go snooping around.

The few people he does runinto don’t try to stop him either so the rest of the pack must not know what’sgoing on any more than him. Though he does disappear into a shadow to avoidTalia.

As he creeps deeper into thelower levels he hears speaking coming from a room at the end of a long stonehall. Jason recognizes Ra’s’ soft, low tone easily and spares a moment to hate the way it immediately calms him.The other voice is too quiet to make out.

“—my eye on you since youstarted looking into his disappearance,” Ra’s is saying as Jason carefullymakes his way to door, “You’re very nearly as good a hunter as your ‘father’.What you lack in his physical prowess you make up for with intellect. Too badintellect only gets you so far when you go off on your own.”

There’s the sound of chainsclinking together and little grunting noises that indicate a struggle. Thensomething is mumbled too gently for Jason to hear.

“No they won’t, son,” hisAlpha drawls, “They do not know where you are and they believe he is dead.”

More garbled words, most ofwhich he can’t quite catch. He hears ‘found you’ and ‘babies’ and ‘you’re sick’and finally ‘knows the difference’ but not much else. However, there’s a smallnote of familiarity in the way it sounds. It pulls at the loose ends of faraway memories.

“Ah, yes. Thank you forconfirming that it was your meddlesome family who broke into our last home. Asfor Jason, I’ll have to have a word with him about it, I suppose. After all,family should come first. And Jason’s family is no longer your’s. It’s mine.”

Jason freezes. One of hisbrothers is chained up in that room with Ra’s. Just as he had been once.

Suddenly his Alpha’s desireto send away the only omega for miles makes more sense.

The wave of conflictingemotions that flood through him are debilitating. He’s hurt and angry that hismate would try to make another, especially now, while he carries yet anotherlitter of their pups. But he’s also terrified for…

Tim… that’s who’s in there,that is whose voice he hears. Restrained and at Ra’s�� mercy.

An internal war rages as hisinstincts clash. He hadn’t really had much time to get to know Tim before hewas captured by the Shadow Pack. Tim had been new, only been with them forabout a year. Bruce had taken him in after a lone wolf killed his parents.Jason had liked him but Tim hadn’t had a chance to come out of his shell yet.

Regardless, Tim is part oftheir clan. He is family. Who does Jason protect when both parties are pack?

It’s harder than it shouldbe, to choose Tim, and he hates himself for how long it takes him to stumblethrough the doorway begging “No, please, Ra’s don’t—“.

But it’s nothing to theself-loathing he feels when he sees Ra’s pull away from Tim’s limp body, teethbloody, and realizes he’s too late.

Jason’s knees hit the flooras Ra’s turns and smiles down at him.

“What… what did you do?”Jason asks softly, staring at the drop of blood that drips down Tim’s claviclefrom the bite in his neck until tears sting his eyes. He doesn’t expect andanswer. It’s obvious.

Ra’s slips his fingers underJason’s chin and tilts his head up before cupping his cheek. Jason meets hisgaze and the tears fall.

“You need assistance, Beloved,”Ra’s explains. Jason closes his eyes at the term of affection and leans intothe warm touch. “There is no appropriate option within the pack. So I’ve madeyou one.”

Jason glances back to Tim,still hanging unconscious against the wall, already starting to sweat profuselyas his body begins facilitating the changes to come.

In that moment he’s struckwith a sense of clarity. He won’t let Ra’s do to Tim what was done to him.He’ll help Tim get away before the bond that keeps Jason at his Alpha’s sidemore than anything else can be established. He’s relieved to find that it hasnothing to do with jealousy, nothing to do with Ra’s finding another, or a new,mate, nothing to do with being replaced. But everything to do with protectinghis brother. Ra’s will never touch Tim the way he’s touched Jason.

As though he can read Jason’sthoughts in his expression, Ra’s chuckles and leans over, pressing their lipstogether. Jason opens his mouth without complaint when Ra’s’ tongue prods athim for access.

When the Alpha pulls away andstraightens he cocks his head, regarding Jason with an odd warmth.

“Do not worry, my dear. Youare not being set aside. It did occur to me that two omegas would give me moreoptions in the future. But the pack has no need for another, not to mention theadditional temptation and distraction of an unmated omega, or the resentmentthat could build under a greedy Alpha with two mates. Our kind do not take wellto such departures from protocol.”

Jason tries to suppress thetingle of relief he feels. Focuses instead on his confusion because the packcertainly doesn’t need another Alpha and an Alpha wouldn’t be much help to him.He also tries to focus on that streak of fear he feels for Tim; the anger hefeels toward Ra’s.

“Timothy is much bettersuited to being a beta anyway.”

Jason frowns. He has neverheard of betas.

But then Ra’s’ fingers are inhis hair, his nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Come, Beloved,” Ra’s growlsdarkly, tugging him to his feet and pressing him back into the door frame, “Yousmell delicious. I want to spend the rest of the night inside you with yourneck between my teeth.”

[silivren-vera]

Quit being so stubborn and let us help: An A/B/O universe fan ficition.

Teen audience and above, (sorry, just couldn’t write the actual steamy parts.)

 Idea from a image by wantstobelieve.tumblr.com Thank you @wantstobelieve for this awesome idea! and thanks to @evilpixiea for the encouragement. :)

Post URL: http://wantstobelieve.tumblr.com/post/170917935333/quit-being-stubborn-and-let-us-help

 Prompt: A/B/O!AU where Bruce is the somehow secret!Omega in a household that’s somehow full of oblivious!Alphas. His age is throwing off his cycle and during one patrol his heat takes him by surprise, which is unlikely but here we are. Luckily his two protege Alphas find out just in time and offer their assistance solely out of altruism and nothing else.

 Nightwing closed the communications line and sighed. “So, that’s that. Two days until the next tube can pick us up. Nothing for us to do now except lay back and relax. Bring any marshmallows, Little Bird?”

 Jason snorted, tending the small campfire in front of him. “Water tablets, rations, and weapons, but no marshmallows.” He put another small stack of blue wood on the fire, making it crackle merrily. “Seriously, do you just live on sugar and cereal?”

 “How long for the Javelin to pick us up?” Batman’s voice was rougher than normal, and flat, ignoring the banter of his two adult protégées, as per normal. He sat back against the far wall of the cave they were sheltering in, wrapped tightly against the chill in his cape.

 “It’d be a week at least for the ship to get to us, and another week back, B,” Dick said, pulling his domino off. “And no, Jay, I live on milk and ice cream, too.”

 “Healthy.”

 “Shut up, Mister Red Bull in his coffee.”

 “Enough!” Batman barked. “We need to get back to the League. Contact Cyborg again, see if there –“

 Nightwing dropped cross-legged by the fire. “There’s nothing Vic can do, B. He’s working as fast as he can, but there are solar disturbances and he can’t guarantee a safe return until 52 hours from now. It’s only two days, Babs and Tim can take care of Gotham for us.” He drank half a canister of water before adding, “It’s just like camping, only without the mosquitoes.”

 The cold night air gusted a few blue snowflakes into the cave to prove Dick’s point. Outside, double moons were making the forested mountainside glow a beautiful Disney blue. With no sign of habitation on this side of the mountain, Jason had picked this cave as a good base to avoid the impending snow storm.

 “We’ve got enough fuel for the fire, and Big Bird can go run off some steam in the morning to get more.” Jason added another small bundle of sticks to the fire. “Burns pretty good, even if it’s blueish. Smells weird, though,” he added, scenting the air.  “I’ll start warming up something to eat.”

 Batman stared at the fire for several minutes before nodding and settling into his alcove. The heavy cloak was wrapped tightly around his frame, only his lower face exposed to the chill. Jason had offered his place at the fire, but Batman had refused, stating he was fine.

Even after the two Robins managed to make something edible out of warmed up field rations, Batman continued to keep away from the fire. Jason kept darting glances him, but said nothing. Dick, on the other hand, was watching his mentor a little more openly. “Hey, you going to eat something, Bruce?” he asked, lifting a plate in the air as an invitation.

 Batman shook his head, pulling his cape closer to his body, and buried his face in his arms.

 After watching for another few minutes, Dick tried to engage him again. “You know,” he said, walking into the dark alcove that Batman had lodged himself into, “it’s warmer by the fire, if you’re cold. Why don’t you--”

 Batman growled, low in his throat, and remained still.

 “Whoa, c’mon, Bruce.” Dick backed off, and raised both hands. “I get it, you’re pissed off being stranded, but, hey, it’s not...”

 Another growl, and Batman raised his head to meet Dick’s eyes on level.

 “Are you sweating?” Dick leaned forward and scented the air. “My god, Bruce, what’s wrong? Did you get wounded before we dropped here? I don’t smell any blood....You’re – no, that’s not – Jason, c’mere. Bruce, it’s alright,” he said, as the older man backed farther into his alcove. “It’s okay, let’s get you out of that cowl, and get you cooled down.”

 Jason came around the fire, scenting the air as he went. A frown appeared as he made eye contact with a very confused Dick. “What’s going on, Old Man?”

 The growl was deeper, teeth flashed for a second. Jason sank down onto his haunches and glared. “Take the cowl off, Bruce,” he commanded, letting a light alpha command infuse his voice.

 Batman said nothing, a softer growl and a slight whine coming from him.

 “Off, Bruce! Now.”

 Gauntleted hands slowly reached up, undoing the clasps and begrudgingly pulled the cowl off his face, hanging between lax fingers. His face was covered in sweat, cheeks flushed red and hair plastered down to his skull.  His eyes were bright and glassy, pupils fully dilated in the low light of the cave, but the light wasn’t low enough for the two young Alphas to not see the glaring evidence of what was wrong.

 Heavily swollen omega glands, on either side of his jaw, the colour of three day old bruises.

 “What the actual hell?” Jason said as Dick choked out, “How? But you’re our...”

 Bruce refused to make eye contact, instead gazing fixedly on a rock outcropping three feet to the left of Jason’s knee. “Omegas can’t,” he stuttered, breathing erratic, “... no one would follow an Omega leader – not allowed, unspoken law...” He trailed off, eyes closing as more sweat appeared on his brow. He took several deep breaths before he resumed talking. “Had to hide it... Clark... Diana... donated scent hormones...Kevlar and scent blockers... illegal but ...but effective.” He was panting by the end, a soft whine as he clutched his arms around his ribs.

 Dick and Jason exchanged disbelieving looks before Dick settled down on the cave floor. He leaned into Bruce’s view, making eye contact. “Why – no, that can wait, what?” he stopped, as Bruce’s lips moved soundlessly.

 Jason sighed. “Plausible deniability.” Bruce nodded, eyes closing again as he leaned back against the wall. “How the hell did you hide 20 years of heats?”

 Dick answered that one with self directed disgust. “All those times that Alfred insisted that you have undisturbed recovery times,” he said. “I remember sneaking into Bruce’s room when I first came to the manor, he looked like this, half mad ravings as Alfred gave him a shot of sedative. I was too young to realize that it wasn’t an infection or concussion like Alfred implied, or that those shots were probably a cocktail of birth control and sedative.”

 “But why?”

 Bruce whined, starting to pant, desperate to get enough cool air. “The adoptions... single...couldn’t risk...” He slid down until Jason darted behind him, holding him up against his chest. “Lost so much ... couldn’t...”

 “You couldn’t bear to lose us?” Dick finished softly.

 “No.” Shaking hands reached for his sons. “You both... lost everything... couldn’t do that to you again.”

 Jason leaned his forehead against his father’s neck, taking a deep breath. “And you can’t use the suppressants anymore, since you turned 40.”

 “Why?” Dick asked.

 “Babs told me that your risk of a whole host of conditions goes up over 70% if you use them for more than 15 years, or when you’re past forty.” Jason shook his head, sighing. “Bad ones, like osteoporosis, Paget's disease of bone, and Hypocalcaemia, are really common.”

 “And most people use them for the full fifteen years, and just suffer through the last few years as they taper off.” Dick put his head in his hands. “And you’re at that point, aren’t you?”

 Bruce nodded. “Been gone ... thirteen months... so, didn’t matter... didn’t think...stupid...”

 Dick laughed. “First time for everything, Bruce. So, now what? We don’t have any sedatives in our kits, is there anything in your belt that could help”

 Bruce shook his head. “It will... pass... always does...”

 Jason sat up straight, anger plain on his face. “So, we watch you suffer for two days. Don’t think so. Dickiebird, start turning out pockets.”

 “It will...pass.”

 “So, basically, we get to watch you go through crippling muscle spasms, hallucinations, and the fun of dehydration from the inability to swallow large amounts due to swelling. Add that to possible self harm as you attempt to find your nest, which, might I remind you, is two days away, and then we have to knock you out with a rock.” Dick stood up, staring down at Bruce.

 “Yes.”

 Jason rolled his eyes and looked up at Dick. “Typical.”

 Bruce leaned heavily against his protégée. “Nothing... can do... now...”

 Dick leaned forward and put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “We’re not going to make you suffer through this, Bruce.”

 “Then start ... with the rock...” Another deep spasm of pain doubled him over into Dick’s hold, high pitched whines making both Alphas share an understanding look.  Jason nodded once, pulling his arm around Bruce enough to undo his cuffs. Dick pulled the cowl out of Bruce’s fingers and started working on the latches for the gauntlets.

 “Let us help you, then.”

 Growled defiance was his answer.

 “C’mon, we’re your Robins. This is no different than setting a bone or keeping each other safe while fear toxins make us nuts.” Jason coaxed the shoulder straps looser, unhooking the cape.

 Bruce growled again, but he wasn’t fighting the nimble hands that were working on his armour.

 Dick ducked into his mentor’s field of vision. “It’s no different than I’d help Babs with her heats, or when Kori helped Garfield with his. “You know it can be done, happens all the time. We’re both okay with it.”

 Bruce growled softer, trying to pull his gaze away from Dick’s.

 “You know,” Jason said roughly, “you’re going to be out of commission for at least three days recovering if you don’t tend to it. If we get back and have to redeploy in the field immediately, you’ll be a hazard to everyone’s safety. Because you aren’t going to say, ‘Hey, I’m recovering from an untended heat and can’t go play with the new monsters.’ Are you?”

 Bruce sighed deeply, eyes closing with exhaustion. Slowly, he shook his head.

 “We need you at full mental and physical fitness. So let us help, Old Man.”

 Dick leaned forward and rested his forehead against Bruce’s, ignoring the strong scent coming from him. “No bites, no commitment, just a necessary procedure. You’ll be alright for duty in 40 hours, and hardly any side effects. We’ll alternate so that you don’t get too addicted to one set of hormones. So, unless you have a turkey baste in one of those pouches, you need to take this armour off.”

 The whine was so soft that Dick felt it more than heard it.

 “C’mon, Bruce, quit being so damn stubborn and let us help.”

 “It’s alright, we’ve got this. We’ve got you, you’re safe, let us take care of this for you.”

 Dick held his face gently in his palms, and slowly, deliberately, Bruce nodded once.

[lopithecusfanfiction]

A Life So Changed: Chapter Fourteen

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3637 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Author's Note: N/A

Chapter Fourteen:

Bruce is lying on his back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. It’s six o’clock in the morning and Bruce hasn’t slept a wink. Tim will be starting his heat today if he hasn’t started already. The people to replace Bruce’s carpet in his bedroom are coming today as well. Jason had enlisted himself to stand guard at Tim’s bedroom door in order to make sure none of the alpha workers go into his room. Bruce had reassured him that Alfred had specifically requested betas only. Jason still decided to stand guard. Since Jason is an alpha, Bruce isn’t really sure how well that will work out. Damian then enlisted himself to keep an eye on Jason and Dick enlisted himself to keep an eye on Damian. Bruce is just completely done with all of it.

Bruce sighs. He hasn’t seen Clark yet as Clark hasn’t come over and Bruce hasn’t made the effort to go and see him. He’s not all that eager to see Clark, not when he had gone to his very first ultrasound of the baby without him. Clark will be angry most likely. Bruce doesn’t want to deal with it.

He’s tired. He wants to sleep. He has to get up soon. He can’t let the workers find out about the baby. He has to plan a charity event soon. He has to eat though he doesn’t want to. Maybe he just won’t. He’s tired. He feels drained and weak. He still has to schedule his next OB appointment. He’s not looking forward to it. Maybe he’ll have Alfred schedule it. He’s tired.

He’s tired.

He’s tired…

*~~~*

Bruce opens the front door at the knocking. Alfred is in the kitchen and Bruce is closest so he figures he might as well just do it himself. He probably should be surprised to see who is standing there but he’s not. Bruce doesn’t know if it’s because he had already expected Tim to take him up on his offer or if it’s because he just can’t bring himself to care. Maybe it’s both.

“Conner,” Bruce says in way of greeting.

Kon looks antsy and nervous, as if he expected Bruce to be angry that he is there. “Mister Wayne.”

Bruce steps aside and allows the kid into the Manor. Kon takes the prompt, going inside with his hands in his pants pockets. He sniffs the air and a small smile plays at his lips. Bruce almost expects him to say that he can smell Tim even from this far away, after all, not only is Kon an alpha but he’s also a Kryptonian, but Bruce is taken aback when Kon says, “Wow, Tim wasn’t lying when he said you’re pregnant.”

“What?” Bruce asks, trying to keep the shock out of his voice but failing miserably.

“You smell pregnant,” Kon says as if he doesn’t understand the implications of that statement. “I thought Tim was messing with me but I guess he wasn’t.”

Bruce takes a calming breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them, he sees Kon smiling at him. Bruce rubs a hand down his face. “Clark didn’t tell you?”

“Clark? Why would he-” Kon’s eyes go wide. “It’s his?” Bruce reluctantly nods. “Holy shit! Does Lois know?” Another nod. “Oh shit! I had no idea. Clark never told me. I don’t think he’s told anyone.”

Bruce has to close his eyes again and take another calming breath. Clark hasn’t even told his family yet and for some reason that really, really pisses Bruce off. “Just go to Tim, Conner.” When he doesn’t hear Kon leave, Bruce opens his eyes again only to see the alpha staring at him. “What?”

“I might have also thought Tim was messing with me when he told me you are allowing me and him to share his heat together.”

Bruce looks at him in disbelief. “And you still decided to come in the front door?”

“I didn’t think you would be opening it.”

Bruce shakes his head, not having the patience for this right now. “Conner, just go.” Kon nods and starts to hurry away. “Oh and Conner?” Kon stops, turning halfway to peer at Bruce. “You’re going to have to get past Dick, Damian, and Jason. I didn’t tell them you’re allowed into Tim’s room.” Kon slowly turns pale. “Damian has Kryptonite just as a fair warning.” He goes even paler. “And Conner?”

Kon clears his throat. “Y-Yeah?”

“There are birth control pills on Tim’s nightstand. Use them.” He gives Kon a death glare. “If I find out you didn’t use them and Tim ends up pregnant, then I have Kryptonite too.”

Kon gulps, paler than a ghost. “G-Got it.” He then disappears out of sight and Bruce stands there for a good ten minutes before he hears Damian’s battle cry and Kon’s alarmed one.

Sighing, rolling his eyes, and shaking his head, Bruce walks away from the doorway and heads to the kitchen, leaving the boys to deal with that situation themselves. He’s sure if Kon got past Dick, then Dick is helping Kon with defending off Damian. Then they’ll only have Jason to get through which might prove a bit difficult since both Jason and Kon are alphas. Either way, they can handle it themselves and if they can’t, then and only then will Bruce step in to help. But for right now, Bruce has some more pressing matters to deal with.

Alfred is in the kitchen still when Bruce arrives, washing the dishes. “How are the flooring people doing?”

“Very well, Sir. They should be almost done.”

“Good,” Bruce says as he sits on a stool by the counter. “Alfred, I smell pregnant… according Conner.”

Alfred turns the water off and dries his hands, having finished the last dish in the sink. “Yes, that normally happens when an omega reaches the second trimester. Is that a bad thing Sir?”

“It is when I’ve already scheduled a charity event so I can get it in before I start showing too much and can’t hide that I’m pregnant,” Bruce says, watching as Alfred opens the pantry and pulls out a granola bar. “And there’s going to be a whole bunch of alphas there, Alfred.” Alfred places the granola bar in front of Bruce but Bruce ignores it. “I’m not ready for the public to know just yet.” Alfred motions to the granola bar but Bruce continues to ignore it. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just dampen my scent because people will wonder why I’m doing such a thing.”

“Please eat that Sir.”

Bruce’s anger flares rapidly. He’s sick of everyone bothering him about food. “Damn it, Alfred!” He slams a hand down onto the counter, standing. Alfred looks unamused by his outburst, face completely stoic. “This is serious and I need your help. Not you telling me to eat a fucking granola bar. What if those flooring people had been alphas instead of betas? They would have smelled me.”

Alfred keeps the stoic nature up, used to Bruce’s outbursts by now. “Are you done, Master Bruce?”

Alfred’s question, though normally would calm Bruce down, only serves to fuel the fire. “No, I’m not fucking done. Where the hell have you been through this whole thing, huh? You’ve been going around the Manor as if nothing has changed, as if everything is perfectly fine. You’ve been allowing Damian to ignore me and bringing him to school early just so he wouldn’t have to face me and the ‘disgusting creature’ inside me. Hell, the last time Clark was over, you were apparently so done with me that you couldn’t even bother to ask if I was alright with what Clark did. Which, just for your information, I wasn’t okay with. I’m not okay with him coming here and ordering me to do something just because I didn’t want to eat a plate of fucking pancakes. And where the hell were you when I had my ultrasound and was made to feel like a failure of an omega because I didn’t go to the doctors before my thirteenth week?” By now Alfred has taken the granola bar and placed it back in the pantry. He picks up the dish cloth and wipes his hands again. “You haven’t even asked me how I’m feeling or how I’m doing with all this. All you’ve been doing is cleaning the damn rooms and giving me food, acting as if I haven’t been eating when I have been. You don’t even fucking care if a whole bunch of alphas can smell that I’m pregnant. You don’t care about anything to do with my pregnancy at all.”

Someone clears their throat from the doorway and Bruce blinks, surprised by the interruption. He turns to look to see who it is and sees Clark standing there. “I hope I’m not interrupting something.”

“Not at all, Mister Kent,” Alfred says, putting the dish cloth down and walking past him. “I was just off to go clean those damn rooms, not caring about anything at all.”

Bruce watches him go, his anger slowly lessening into tremendous guilt. Clark hesitantly steps into the room. “What was that about?”

“Nothing. What do you want?” Bruce asks, annoyance lacing his words. He’s feeling annoyed that Clark is here, uninvited.

“I just came by to check on you. I don’t have work today.” Bruce nods and sits back down on the stool, head in his hands. Clark goes and sits down next to him. “You were a little harsh on Alfred weren’t you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I think talking about things would do you some good, Bruce.” Bruce turns his head to look at him and sees the sympathy shining in Clark’s eyes. “I feel like you’ve been bottling up a lot of emotions and we all know how you get when you do that.”

Bruce rubs his face in frustration, his anger coming back. “Not you too.” He gets up, paces a few steps away.

“Bruce-”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell Conner that I’m pregnant and that the baby is yours?”

“Conner?” Clark stands. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Answer the damn question Clark,” Bruce growls.

“Wait, how do you even know I haven’t told him?”

“Because he’s here and he told me.”

“He’s here?” Clark looks around the room, as if he’s using his x-ray vision. “Isn’t Tim in heat, though? He can’t be hanging out with him right now.”

Bruce doesn’t bother wondering how Clark knows Tim is in heat, not when he’s feeling so angry. “They’re not hanging out.”

For a split second Clark looks confused with his eyebrows scrunched together. But then realization dawns on him and his eyes widen. “They’re sharing their heat?” Bruce nods. “And you’re allowing it? Bruce, you can’t just give my kid the go ahead to sleep with Tim.” Clark is starting to sound angry now but Bruce really doesn’t care.

“Don’t you dare put that on me. I only gave Tim permission and he’s the one who asked Conner. It’s not my fault that your son didn’t go to you to ask if he could.” Bruce shrugs. “Not that I blame him for not asking you, considering the father of the year you are.”

Hurt immediately forms on Clark’s face but it is quickly overcome with anger. “Wow, I don’t know who pissed in your cereal this morning but you’re on role.”

Bruce chuckles mockingly, knowing he’s only pissing Clark off more. “And look it here, ladies and gentlemen, Superman swore.”

Clark’s jaw clenches ever so slightly before he opens his mouth and says, “You know what, I don’t feel like dealing with your bad mood today. I’m just going to go get Conner and leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere near that room.” Both Bruce and Clark turn to face the door and see Jason standing there. “I’m not letting any alpha near Tim’s room except Conner.”

Clark’s hands clench into tight fists. “He’s my son and if I don’t want him with Tim during his heat, I’m going to go get him.”

Clark goes to push past Jason but Jason stops him with a hand on his chest, baring his teeth. “Right, and I’m supposed to trust that you can keep your dick in your pants when you couldn’t even do that Bruce?”

What happens next is so fast that Bruce doesn’t even have time to react to it. Clark growls, loud and low in his throat, showing his teeth. Then, before either Jason or Bruce can even comprehend what is going on, Jason is on his knees, head forced downwards, and hands held behind his back. Clark has put him into a forced submission but Bruce can tell from where he is standing that Jason is fighting the hold. Normally alpha fights consist of the two alphas grappling with each other accompanied by growling, baring of teeth, and sometimes even biting until one of them loses and either submits on their own or is forced to. Jason, however, has no chance of fighting against someone like Clark.

Once it registers in Bruce’s head what is going on, he acts without even really thinking about it. Bruce growls, baring his teeth at Clark and making his stance as dominate as possible. “Get your hands off him,” he demands. The only response he gets from Clark is a growl and there is no way in hell he is going to allow Clark to growl at him. Bruce quickly and angrily goes to the drawer, opens it, and takes out the little lead container he keeps there. Opening it, he takes the Kryptonite ring, and slips it on his finger, feeling the pain in his stomach immediately. He’s kept this Kryptonite ring there for years for Alfred, just in case Clark or any of the other supers went rogue and Alfred needed to protect himself. Since Alfred is in the kitchen at most times, Bruce figured it would be the most practical place to keep it.

Bruce growls as he approaches Clark, breathing through the pain, and then wraps the hand that doesn’t have the ring on it around Clark’s neck. He can tell Clark feels the effect of the ring because confusion flashes across his face for a brief second and his grip on Jason loosens, allowing Jason to move the slightest little bit. That’s when Bruce pushes back with his hand, forcing Clark to let go and slamming him into the wall. “I said get your hands off him,” he growls and Clark bares his teeth. “Don’t you dare touch my kid.” Clark struggles but the Kryptonite is starting to take effect, weakening him. It’s also causing the pain in Bruce’s stomach to get worse. “You didn’t even tell Conner about the baby so you have no right to drag him away from Tim.” Clark’s eyes narrow. “Now submit.” Clark, still struggling some, growls. Bruce punches the wall next to Clark’s head with the hand with the ring and squeezes the one around Clark’s neck. “Damn it, Clark, submit!”

It takes another five seconds before Clark finally slides down to the floor and in that time Bruce has to keep reminding himself that it’s Clark’s alpha instincts that are making him so stubborn. It’s the adrenaline pumping through his system, raising those instincts into aggression, and making Clark not think with a clear head. Bruce has to be patient through it because he knows how it feels to not have a clear head because of your caste, to not think clearly, and Bruce knows if Clark was thinking, he wouldn’t be acting like this towards him.

Clark gets down onto his knees, hands behind his back, and head down as Bruce lets go of him. “Jason, get the lead box,” Bruce says, trying to hide the fact that he is also in pain from the Kryptonite. Jason does as he is told and Bruce places the ring back inside with shaky fingers, closing it quickly. He only wanted the upper hand, not to hurt Clark. He hands the box back to Jason and Jason puts it back in the drawer. “Don’t you ever do that to one of my children again, do you understand?” It takes Clark a few seconds before he nods. “You don’t ever growl at me again.” Again, Clark nods and Bruce can tell he’s already starting to relax. Bruce makes him kneel there for a little longer before saying, “You can stand.” Clark stands up but he doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Bruce eyes him. “Jason, give us the room.”

“You sure?” Jason asks, eyeing Clark as well.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

Jason nods and leaves. Bruce sits down with a heavy, slightly pain filled sigh. He figured the Kryptonite would have some kind of adverse effect on the pregnancy, hence why he’s been avoiding it lately, but he didn’t expect it to be so painful. Hearing the pain in Bruce’s sigh, Clark looks up from the floor in concern. “Are you okay? The Kryptonite.”

Bruce waves him off, closing his eyes and breathing carefully slow. “It’s fine, it just hurts.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” There’s concern in Clark’s voice and when Bruce opens his eyes, he can see it and guilt on his face.

“I’m fine, Clark. It’s already starting to go away.” Which isn’t a lie. The pain has started to ebb. Bruce hates to think of what might have happened if he had stayed near the Kryptonite even longer.

A few beats of silence pass between the two before Clark takes a hesitant step towards him. “I messed up big this time, didn’t I?”

Bruce doesn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah, you did.”

“I’m sorry, Bruce. What Jason said just…” Clark doesn’t finish and Bruce doesn’t prompt him. He just too tired. “Jeez,” Clark rubs a hand down his face, “everything is a mess.”

Bruce chances a look and sees this time on Clark’s face only sadness. “You and Lois?”

Clark shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. “Not good.” He then motions towards Bruce. “You and I aren’t good.”

Bruce nods slightly, not really in agreement but in understanding. Ever since this whole thing started, everything has been one big ball of fucked up. “Why didn’t you tell Conner about the baby? Did you even tell your parents?”

“I haven’t told anyone, Bruce,” Clark says with a shrug. “It’s not exactly easy telling someone that you’re having a baby with someone other than your mate. I’m just… I’m not ready. I’m just not ready.”

Bruce hates hearing how defeated Clark sounds. Bruce nods in understanding again. “I think you should go, Clark.”

The pain that flashes across Clark’s face at hearing the dismissal almost makes Bruce wish to take it back. But Clark is already backing up, no longer looking at him, but it doesn’t hide how much he’s hurting from those simple words Bruce spoke to get him to go away. “Y-Yeah, I… I probably should. I’ll, um, I’ll check back up on you later… if you, uh, want that is. If you don’t that’s… that’s fine, I’ll just-” Clark’s voice cracks and he swallows hard. “Bye Bruce.”

Bruce watches as Clark turns and begins to walk away but it’s pulling at Bruce’s heartstrings and he really doesn’t want to end things on this note. “Clark,” he calls after him and Clark stops, turning back around. “Do you look at the baby with your x-ray vision?”

Clark stares at him, most likely not expecting such a question. “I, uh, no I haven’t. I thought it might be an invasion of privacy so I’ve been resisting the urge.”

Bruce’s heart swells with love for the man because, of course, Clark would resist looking at the baby. Bruce gives him a small, reassuring smile. “You can, if you want to. I don’t mind.”

Again, Clark stares but then he nods, grateful. “Thank you.”

Clark turns away again but once more Bruce calls him back. “Clark.” Clark faces him again. “I, um, had a doctor’s appointment the other day.” Bruce gets up and walks over to the drawer that holds miscellaneous stuff. “And I got checked out and also got an ultrasound.” He pulls out the picture from the drawer and walks it over to Clark. He holds it out. “I thought you might like a picture of the baby.”

Clark takes the picture gingerly and looks at it, sniffling and wiping tears that Bruce hadn’t even known were even there. Clark smiles down at the black and white photo lovingly and Bruce wishes to capture it in his own photograph. “Thanks Bruce,” Clark whispers, not taking his eyes off the picture. He sniffles again, smiles a bit wider, and then carefully puts the picture in his pocket. Bruce is surprised Clark isn’t mad that he didn’t go to the appointment as well but figures it must be because they’ve already had enough with being angry for one day. “Thanks,” Clark says again, louder this time and smile directed at Bruce.

Bruce wants to kiss him. “Yeah, well, I haven’t made my next appointment yet but if you want to come to it, then you’re welcome to.”

Clark nods. “Yeah, I would like.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know when it is.”

“Okay.” Clark stares at him, not moving, but his eyes roam over Bruce’s face. He opens his mouth to say something, stops himself, then clears his throat. “Tell Jason sorry for me.” He then turns away but looks back at Bruce. “I’ll see you later, Bruce.”

“See you later, Clark.” When Clark is gone, Bruce sits back down into a chair, palms pressed into his eyes, and tries to calm his rapidly pounding heart.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)