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If it's not a problem I would like to see what happens when omega Tim safe words out?

I just so in love with how you wrote him and I know you've a thing with Dr Tim and safe words but I would really appreciate if you'll give me this with omega Tim

Have a great day/night

Babe asked for O!Tim safe wording out. Taking into account how much he’s been able to take so far in my fics, then it’s apparently going to be truly something for him to safe word, right?

….or is this just another excuse to have AAANNNNNGGGGGGSSSSSSSTTTTTT.

(I regret nothing, but, well, you might, babe :D :D)

It was just supposed to be Pack support. Just the Bats realizing they had an Omega in their ranks, an Omega who had been more on the outskirts than part of the inner circle, an Omega who had been walking a long road alone. Just the Dick and Jay trying to be good Alphas and take care of him. Just giving in to those crazy instincts.

It was never supposed to hurt. It was never supposed to break him. Not like the first time when he was essentially kicked out of the Pack, when his cape was pulled out from under him, and his place became a question mark instead of a given. (Falling from Wayne Towers because Ra’s is such a douce canoe, he’d been beaten to fuck, blood loss and a real concussion to blame when he wondered if they’d bother putting up a case with his suit, if he even mattered that much to Dick, if he ever really did…)

When he presented, when he didn’t have a hint of a Pack scent, It had taken an embarrassingly long time to feel like he could get anywhere near the city. Long after he’d sent Bruce back home, telling him everything with sparse details, why there wasn’t an R on his shoulder, why he couldn’t be Batman’s sidekick anymore. He’d left all the pain locked in his chest, keeping himself as impartial as possible to deliver the hard facts, ignoring the whimpering, cowering Omega in the depths of him crying out for someone, anyone to want him, need him, keep him.

Working his way back in hadn’t been easy. Keeping his presentation under wraps with scent blockers and suppressants hadn’t been either, but there was no way in hell he was going to let something like the fact he was an Omega be the reason they wanted him back. Fuck, no.

But it happened anyway. Slowly but surely, O called him more often about cases, wanted to know if he had any helpful intel. B dropped by the Tower, more than once, to seek him out, told him how buggy the Batcomputer must be this point, but he wouldn’t really know, Tim, because you always handled that, didn’t you? Dick tentatively showed up in one of his safe houses while he riding an undercover stint, pizza and terrible B sci-fi flicks, looked crushed when Tim closed the door on him by sheer self-preservation instinct. Jason Todd showed up to fish him out of the middle of the Atlantic when a case of crimefighting gone hilariously awry ended up with a thwarted world-domination plot and his ass landed in the middle of, you know, the ocean and shit. Damian of all people demanded his presence in Gotham for the upcoming anniversary of Batcow’s induction into the family.

(When he’d blurted out, “why would you want me back? Aren’t you the one that wanted me gone in the first place? Well, I mean, got what you asked for, right? How about we pretend this conversation never happened.”

He had been in no way prepared for the demon himself to come hunt him down with a vengeance. Robin seeking him out no matter where he hopped next on the fight crime, kick ass, and take names train.)

(That kid? Seriously.)

And as much as Dick had apologized after he finally made his way back to Gotham, had said no Omega in his Pack should have been alone, without a Bat safety net (reads as: mother hen), he had seemed genuinely upset Tim had presented outside of Gotham, on his own.

Worse, he hadn’t told anyone. Hadn’t come back.

(Like he thought that was an option at the time.)

It wasn’t until later, after they found out he presented, and were…upset he’d been on his own for so long afterwards, that he’d laughed at Dick’s angry expression, shaking his head.

“Come back? Why? To what? I didn’t have any Pack scent by then, and I sure as fuck wasn’t welcome, so why bother? I did what I had to do. We got Bruce back, didn’t we?”

He hadn’t been prepared for how strongly Dick’s musk flared, how the Alpha went deadly serious, had stepped back and palmed some pellets on instinct when facing something potentially dangerous – like a pissed off, feral Alpha male.

It had taken visible effort for Dick to get a hold of his Alpha instincts, which had absolutely perplexed him at the time because really? They hadn’t been partners, allies, friends for almost two years by then.

“It was…I tried to….Tim –“

He’d just waved off the helpless sputtering because by then, it hadn’t really mattered.

“It all worked out in the end. Don’t think about it all too hard, Dick. I don’t.” Which had been an obvious lie, but had at least appeased the Alpha enough not to viciously scent him or use the dreaded octopus hold until he was cuddled within an inch of his life.

So coming back was…different. Unexpected.

Being the official Pack Omega came with Bats all over his everything. Bats coming out of the woodwork when he was starting to run down, when his Heat was approaching, when he’d been out of the city for too long.

(It was all for nothing in the end. Because they’re only after the Omega now, not the boy that used to wear the R…)

“Heat’s easier with an A, Timmers,” Jay had started that ball rolling. “Ya ever gotta need fer the real thing, betcha I know a few Alphas what might help ya out.”

“I can call some Alphas I trust if that becomes the case.” Had been off-handed in his mind, but it had been something else to see Jason’s expression smooth out, to catch the soft noise of leather when the Red Hood’s hands had clenched into fists.

But against his better judgement, he’d let them into his Heat safehouse. At first just to let them deliver Alfred goodies. Later because they wanted to stay, to spend his Heat together.

It was fine as long as they would just leave afterwards. It was fine as long as it stayed just instincts, just Alphas and an Omega. It was fine because they still treated him like Red Robin on the streets and left him alone when he went blackout on cases outside the city.

It was fine until it suddenly wasn’t.

“Gawd, sweetheart,” Jay moans against the nape of his neck, noses against the base, “ya feel s’ good. My sweet lil’ ‘Mega. My purty ‘Mega, lettin’ me in, givin’ it up ta yer Alpha. Gonna lemme be good ta ya, yeah? That’s right. Perfect fer me, ain’t cha?”

It’s his second day, so he’s with it enough to realize what Jason said.

“Yeah he is,” Dick’s fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. “He’s such a good Omega for us, isn’t he Jay? He fits so nicely between us. Our cute O–“

“Red.” Tim croaks out from under Jay’s bigger body, the wet sounds of skin slapping fast and furious. He bucks up against Jay with real strength, his eyes already getting ridiculously hot and full.

“Red, dammit! Get the hell off me!”

He yells loud enough to make Jay flinch and jerk up abruptly from where he’d been laying over Tim’s back.

Dick’s hand pauses before untangling from his hair.

And even if the Heat is still burning, his body desperate for the knot that was just seconds ago opening him up for it, Tim pulls off Jason’s Alpha cock wetly, doing it himself while both Alphas seem frozen in their spots, not sure why he would safe word out at all. He seemed to be enjoying them!

Tim’s already clawing and scrambling off the bed, careful not to touch either of them, legs wobbly, messy ass and thighs on display, feeling open and raw and needy, but his chest too tight, his lungs seemingly unable to get enough air.

The bathroom door has a lock. Not that it was much of a deterrent if the Alphas really wanted to get to him, but there’s always the window big enough for him to fit through, too small for Dick or Jay. It would give him enough of a head start anyway.

At one point, he’d pulled a towel off the rack, wrapping it around himself, sitting against the bathroom door to literally block it with his body without being consciously aware of it.

He didn’t move, stayed bare ass on the cold tile floor, concentrated on getting enough air back in his lungs, biting down on his lower lip until his eyes stop spilling over, hot and full, until his chest stops stuttering with half-sobs. Until the Omega in him calms it the utter fuck down.

Soft tapping filters through when the door vibrates against his back.

Dick’s voice filters in while the inside of his head is an utter mess. “… got some pajamas for you, and-and a sandwich. Jay made coffee. Can you let me in, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that,” is out of his mouth before he can stop it. “I’m not your fucking Omega. I wasn’t enough to be your partner, your brother, and I’m sure as fuck not going to be your bitch either.”

“What the fuck didja just say ta ‘im?” Jay barks from outside the door.

“It’s just instincts,” he tries to snarl but his voice is hoarse, “that’s all this is. You think I don’t know that?” The laugh is scarily unhinged, “it’s not like anyone chose me, right?”

Because honestly, that hasn’t happened his whole vigilante career.

There’s silence outside the door. Stillness. The Omega writhes inside him, still needs a knot, still wants the Alphas even though Tim knows better than to think they want anything other than a warm hole, another vigilante to share the burden, an Omega’s influence in the Pack.

(He fucking gets it.)

“Apparently, we should talk.” Dick’s voice is flat, something like anger or disappointment.

“Get out,” is what Tim says instead. “Get dressed and get the fuck out. I’ll take care of myself.”

Like I’ve always done. Even back when I wore the tunic.

“Tim, we shouldn’t–“

“No,” and his own scent had changed from candy sweet to alarmingly bitter to his own nose. “You are going to get your clothes on and leave. You two don’t see me through anymore Heats. I find someone else or take care of it myself.”

“What?!” Jay sounds floored, “what the shit is this alla sudden? Ya can’t be serious right now.”

“I’m not fucking around, Jason. You leave, or I will.”

“You can’t go out smelling like Heat!”

“I dunno what the hell’s goin’ on wit’ ya but–“

He stands up on wobbly legs, moves to push the window open, knows they’ll hear the squealing because he’s not trying to be quiet about it.

“Whoa, whoa! All right, all right, fer fuck’s sake!”

“We’re getting dressed and leaving,” Dick is right up against the door. “Don’t go out the window, Tim. We’re…we’re going to go, okay?”

“Then go. Now.” He says from the window without turning around. He can’t chance his inner Omega will push him to whine at the door, to smell like open for business, take me, love me, make me yours because that is not at all where any of them are right now.

He hears them talking, their voices getting more muted as they go back to the bedroom to apparently do as he asked.

Tim climbs out of the tub, window still up, and turns on the shower without getting in, just using the noise as a deterrent.

“Don’t like it, Dickie,” he vaguely catches as the Alphas pass by the door again. “We try ta take care a’ ‘im and that’s what the fuck he says?”

“He safe worded, Jay. What does that mean to you?”

And Tim’s throat gets tight when he thinks about the implications Dick is suggesting.

“Dunno. How ‘bout ya gimme yer theories, Detective.”

“Later. I want to make sure there’s water and Alfred meals left in the feezer.”

“Fine, them let ‘im take care of his own ass. I ain’t never took advantage of a ‘Mega in my fucking life.”

Tim doesn’t leave the bathroom until he hears the front door slam closed. He darts out long enough to reconfigure the security system, makes sure no Bats are getting in without a hell of a shock.

The rest of his Heat is utterly fucking miserable, natch.

He feels wrung out and hurt by the time it’s done and he’s ready to put on the suit again.

He doesn’t put in the Batcomm, for the first time in months, and it goes back in a drawer before he takes off out the window.

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mydeardeath · 3 years

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TimDamiWeek day two : League of Assassins

Sorry for any mistakes, this was not proofread.

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Tim is no longer a vigilante, not really. He still worked as the new oracle on a regular basis, but he was rarely on the street himself. Most of his time was dedicated to WE and to creating a better future. He had abandoned his role as CEO to work for the research department, putting his brain to good use. While most of his projects were for clean energy, he also worked on better equipment for the bats.

It had been weird to hang up his cape, for him and the family. He had been the first one to abandon the R peacefully and chose his own replacement. He hadn't known Duke that well at the time, but he never regretted choosing him. The man had easily fit into the family, Bruce hadn't complained much, and Jason had been accepting of the new Robin.

A few years had passed since he had hung up the cap, and he had picked up his habit of following the dynamic duo at night. He did not indulge in it that often, but they were nights where he would climb on rooftops and watch the action from afar. Tonight had been one of those nights. Tim had finished his most recent project and had taken a few days off. He sat upon a building overlooking the diamond district, offering a great view of the fight going on below. It still amazed him to see Dick flying through the air, even after so many years spent working alongside the man.

A few months back, he would have been tempted to jump in to fight alongside Dick, but now he just appreciated the show. Dick is going up against a major threat, just kicking the ass of a few wannabe robbers.

The night is somewhat calm for Gotham, and Tim doesn't see the attack. One minute his eyes were on the street below, the next he's swaying dangerously on the roof's edge. He had barely time to regain his footing that another blow came to hit him in the back. He thankfully managed to avoid the next one and rolled back to a safer place. It doesn't take long for his attacker to come at him again, but this time he's facing him. It took a split second for Tim to identify his opponent as League of assassins. His memory takes him back to his meetings with Pru, Z, and Owen. He had not hesitated to fight them. This man, even standing alone, seemed more dangerous than they were. It's obvious by his stance that the guy has proper training, but what made Tim anxious were his own abilities. Tim was still dangerous himself, but he imagined that this man trained more frequently than him recently. Probably studied Tim's fighting style before attacking him, knowing the level of preparation the league put behind its assassination attempts. Tim can't afford to make a mistake. Hell, he should call Bruce or someone, but he doubted the assassin would let him make a call or even reach for his phone.

They danced around each other, exchanging a few blows. Tim could see that the man was holding back as if he was playing with his prey and waiting for him to get tired. He needed to find a way out of it, quickly.

His biggest hope might be to catch Dick he was still near him, but that would mean giving his back to that guy, and Tim didn't like that idea much. He still decided to attempt it. He packed a powerful punch toward his assailant before taking off to the next building's roof. Tim had never been the strongest in the family, but he was fast. He also had the advantage of having spent years on those rooftops and knew them better than this man. In the end, it didn't matter at all. The man didn't try to catch up to him, just threw a small knife to his leg that made him lose his balance. Then the man jumped after him. He was on Tim in no time, katana in hand. He managed to avoid the first slash but, soon, he felt the blade sliced through his skin. The wound wasn't deep, but the assassin kept going, covering his body in cuts.

Tim retaliated with a few blows of his own or attempted to anyway. The man was more than good. He could read him so easily, and Tim stood even less chance as time passed as his movement became slower and sloppier while his assailant was moving with grace, dancing around him. Tim fell to the ground a few minutes later, hitting his head hard on the floor. He tried to stand, but a harsh blow to the head made his vision blur, and all he could do was try to crawl away.

That was not how he had imagined dying.

***

Tim startled awake to the sound of his alarm clock. He attempted to reach for his phone, but searing pain stopped him midway. Yesterday's fights came back to him, and Tim wondered how he was still alive. It had looked like an assassination, not a kidnapping.

Tim slowly pushed himself in a sitting position in the bed, in arms straining under the effort of carrying his aching body. His wounds had been tended to and bandaged. Some painkillers were even waiting for him on the nightstand, next to his phone and some clean clothes.

Somebody had taken him to what seemed to be a hotel suite and taken care of him. Whoever it had been, wasn't part of their family or they would have taken him to the batcave. It didn't seem that Tim would have an answer quite yet about his mysterious savior. He couldn't hear a sound in the suite, and unless his savior was hiding, he was completely alone.

Tim didn't want to stay in bed too long and force himself up despite his body's protests. He needed to inform Bruce of what had happened. He wasn't a fool, the league didn't like to leave jobs unfinished, and the whole fiasco of the previous was proof enough that Tim couldn't protect himself from that threat. The realization had not been pleasant. But keeping in shape was apparently not enough, not against that kind of opponent.

Once he managed to gather the energy to get dressed and inspect the room(to no avail, there was no clue of who had brought him here), he hailed a taxi to drive to the manor. He was far too tired to make the trip to his own house and take his car.

Tim hoped that the driver hadn't recognized him, he didn't need to make the front page while looking beaten up. That would be hard to explain to the press, and Tim still didn't like dealing with them despite how many times he had to.

Tim gave him a good tip before exiting the car, hoping he would keep silent about dropping off a beaten up man at Wayne Manor. Then he made his way to the front door where Alfred had appeared. The butler led him straight to the medbay with a somber expression. He knew that Tim wasn't the kind to get in a fight. That was not supposed to happen to him now that he was retired.

The cave was empty at this hour. Bruce was probably sound asleep at this hour, and nobody else was living at the manor nowadays. Tim let Alfred examine him in silence, still tired and preferring to wait for Bruce to start speaking. He was sure to get a thorough interrogation, so he didn't see the need to tell Alfred every detail right now, simply informing him that it was the league of assassins.

Tim was glad to learn that he didn't have any kind of internal injury. He had hit the ground pretty hard, but he was not concussed. The only problem Tim could have to face now was septicemia because of his weaker immune system. Alfred would keep an eye on him to check he didn't forget his medication, and that would give even more of an excuse to make him stay at the manor for a while.

***

Tim couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. He had already checked his room twice for cameras, and even though he had found none, he still felt observed. It was hard to tell if the presence if was feeling was a friendly one, watching his back, or an enemy waiting to strike him down.

He knew that Bruce was worried about the league of assassins. Batman hadn't run into Ra's Al Ghul in a while, and Bruce couldn't decipher why he would send his men after Tim now. Tim's works with Wayne Enterprise didn't interfere with any of the league business. There was nothing he could think of that would explain the sudden interest in Tim.

Everyone was worried about him. Bruce had demanded that Cass came home. She was by far the best fighter in the family and had been assigned as his unofficial bodyguard. Wherever he went, she was never far.

Usually, Tim would appreciate the time spent in her company, but he could tell she was tense. She was better at hiding than most, but they had known each other for a while, and Tim had been getting good at reading her microexpressions.

Not that Tim was faring better. Barely a day after he had gotten to the manor, he had received a gift elegantly wrapped. Bruce had been the one to open it in the batcave, not trusting a mysterious package arriving shortly after the attack.

The box hadn't exploded as they opened or anything of the kind. It simply held a dagger on a velvet pad. A very ancient and beautiful one, that was still sharp and ready to use. Guessing the origin of the dagger wasn't a hardship, especially considering the note that accompanied it. "You should always be prepared, Timothy."

That was a warning, Tim was sure. The assassin was playing with him. He wanted Tim to offer a bit more of a challenge.

Bruce had taken the note and analyze it thoroughly, from the type of paper to the handwriting. It was a lot of effort for nothing. It was unlikely that any of Ra's assassins would be in the cave database. Bruce didn't like not knowing why Tim was suddenly targeted by the league and not being able to predict when the next attack would come.

The next days passed in a tense atmosphere. Tim tried to relax and appreciate the time he got off work, but there were always shadows or doors creaking that made him jump to his feet, ready to fight for his life. That was not the greatest time off Tim could have had.

Tim was glad to be back at his office, finally able to take his mind off the attack to concentrate on his work, even if it meant waking up thirty minutes earlier than usual to put on make-up to cover his bruises.

Tim smiled at his secretary as if he was perfectly rested and had an awesome time during his break. She returned it with a knowing smile as if she was on a secret. Tim was pretty dumbfounded. He didn't think he had fooled her enough that she would actually think he had had that sort of fun while he was away. She seemed pretty excited nonetheless and Tim finally understood why when he entered his office. There was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips waiting for him in his office. Tim wasn't an expert when it came to the language of flower but it was pretty sure that red was the color of passion or something like that. It was doubtful that it was the company or a client sending it to him to say "good job".

Tim dismissed his secretary and gave a suspicious glare at the flowers. He had not been on a date in a while or even flirted with anyone recently. There was no reason for him to receive such a thing. Tim was almost tempted to send the flowers to be analyzed in case there were hiding poisonous spores but he would most likely pass as a madman to his employees. Still, he put in a far corner of the room, near the windows with the prepared excuse that flowers needed the sun to thrive. In a few days, it would be deemed acceptable for him to throw them away without generating gossip about him turning down an affectionate lover.

Tim spent most of his time working in the labs instead of his office, all to avoid the bouquet. Maybe he was just paranoid, but he preferred to be careful. Plus, that allowed him to also avoid his secretary who seemed to make him want to spill interesting details so that she could report them to the rest of the employees. Not that there was any to give. Tim just preferred to avoid the subject.

***

A week after he had gone back to work, Bruce deemed it safe enough for him to go back to his own loft. Alfred had dropped off some casseroles while Tim was still in his office, so Tim could sink onto his couch to eat a delicious meal while watching some shitty tv show.

It's only the following morning that he noticed the flowers in his room. A bouquet of purple hyacinth this time, according to the quick search he made.

Somehow, he doubted those had been from Alfred too. There was a note accompanying it this time, still handwritten in the same beautiful calligraphy. "Please accept my sincerest apologies, Timothy."

That had Tim wondering. Had the assassin not been sent by Ra's? He hadn't thought of one of Ra's agent going rogue. It could explain why he had never come back. Betraying Ra's often meant death.

Ra's Al Ghul wasn't the kind to lie, not like that anyway. If he had been the one threatening Tim's life, he wouldn't have tried to pretend otherwise. And the man did have a weird obsession with Tim at some point that could explain the tulips.

Tim wasn't one hundred percent sure that his life was no longer in danger, but he did finally start to relax.

Three weeks after the initial attack, Tim's peace was once again shattered. It was a different assassin this time. Not one trained by the league or with any real experience, Tim was sure of it as the man started to taunt him instead of doing his job, telling him how much money he would make from killing him and what he would do with that much in his pocket. His obvious excitation was short-lived as a bullet pierced his skull right in front of Tim. Tim saw the man's eyes widen suddenly in stupor just before he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Assassins were a daily occurrence after that, Tim having up to three attempts to his life in the span of twenty-four hours. Not that Tim expected anything else when he learned how much his head was worth. It seemed that if Ra's hadn't been behind the first attempt to his life, then it had given him an idea.

Weirdly enough, it seemed that all his attackers were taken down by the league's own agents before they could do any harm to him. It was as if Ra's was trying to eliminate all competition. But, Tim hardly understood why he had to be involved in that business.

It went on for weeks. Weeks spent worrying about an attack that may never come. Tim didn't understand why the league was stalling this much to finish the job. So he decided to finally act instead of waiting for assassins to attack again.

Without warning anyone of his intentions, Tim boarded a plane headed to Ra's latest known location. The probability that the man was still in a known base was very low, but Tim would try nonetheless.

Tim hesitated once he landed. He didn't have much of a plan, beyond demanding an audience with Ra's. He could be killed as soon as he crossed the threshold, and none would be the wiser. Tim wondered if he had really been the smarter Robin once upon a time, sure didn't felt like it now.

Tim took a hesitant step out of the plane before steeling himself. Showing weakness would do him no good, the least he could do was appear confident.

Guards watched him climb up the stairs without a word, not showing any signs that they would try to stop him even going as far as opening the door for him, slightly bowing as he passed. Tim's face was blank, seeming emotionless, but he was freaking out. It was almost as if his arrival had been expected, awaited even.

The White Ghost himself came to greet Tim quickly. It was yet another one. Ra's had gone through a few in past years. None had last long since his son's death.

Tim was lead to a grand room where a man that on a throne. The first thought when Tim's eyes felt on him was that the man looked regal in his green robe. The second he said aloud: "You're not Ra's Al Ghul."

The man seemed familiar even if Tim couldn't pinpoint from where, but not the leader of the league Tim knew. Definitely too young, the pit never made Ra's rejuvenated that way. Could be that Ra's soul had been transferred to a new body. He really hoped not.

"Ra's Al Ghul is the title of the one leading the League of Assassins, which I am. The man that preceded me is dead. For good."

"Did you kill him?" The question was out of Tim's mouth before he could stop himself. But the man didn't seem offended by the accusation.

"I did. Grandfather wanted to use my body as a vessel for himself. I choose to take his empire instead. It was my birthright, after all."

"You are Talia's son." They hadn't been aware that the Al Ghul family had expended. Tim hoped that hadn't been done with just the idea to provide a new body to Ra's. That would be twisted and horrible for the guy to be born for that sole purpose. And despite the moral instilled by his mentor, Tim found it hard to condemn Ra's murder.

"And Bruce's. I think you know my father rather well."

"What?"

Tim was having a hard time processing that bit of information. The man didn't seem to be lying, but how could the 'greatest detective' have ignored that bit of information.

"I believe you did not come to talk of my lineage, Timothy. I would like to reiterate my apology for hurting you the first time we met."

"That was you?"

"I'm afraid that yes. I had just taken control of the league, and I wanted to consolidate my power by eliminating all that Grandfather had seen as potential successors. Thankfully I saw your mark before my mistake became irreparable. I see now that you are not a threat to my reign. I will never again cause you harm. And I doubt any other will after all that tried in the last few weeks and failed. The world must have gotten my message."

"I'm not quite sure I understand."

The man stood to cross most of the distance separating him from Tim, stopping only a few feet away. His face only showed determination as he took the hem of his clothes in his hands and started to divest.

"Ra's." Tim stammered out, not quite knowing how to refer to the man.

"You may call me Damian, habibi."

Tim didn't react to the pet name, his eyes fixated on his mark adorning Damian's skin. Their soulmark.

Tim gaped inelegantly, short of words to express his emotion. He was beyond shocked. He hadn't given much thought to his mark in years. Not many had one, and finding one's match was rare as most people preferred to ignore it to make their own choices.

"I would like to offer you a place at my side to lead the league."

Tim was about to answer but Damian shushed him.

"Do not think of what the league had done so far, but what you could do with its many resources. Take your time to think about it. I will in Gotham in a few days, you can tell me your answer over a date."

Damian escorted back to his plan, bidding his goodbye to Tim with a single blossom of red salvia. A token of his intentions.

Tim was quite relieved that Damian didn't insist he stay longer. He had a lot to think about and some time alone would do him some good.

A true partner of Batman should have said no right away, but Tim saw all the possibilities, all the changes he could bring to the world with the league shaped to his image. The proposition was tempting and Tim was already making plans in his mind.

Tim wasn't quite sure what to make of Damian. The man's apparent desire to date, since he was not based on anything relevant. But Tim's love's life had been non-existent since Tam and he could admit that sometimes he got pretty lonely. He could even admit that Damian was easy on the eyes when he wasn't trying to kill him. It wouldn't hurt to go on a date.

The only problems were Damian's role as the leader of a criminal organization that his family had often fought against. And that he was Bruce's son.

Tim rolled the flower between his fingers, a soft smile on his face. For once, he would take time to enjoy his life and worry later. He didn't have to tell anything to his mentor and let Damian deal with it when the time came. It sounded like a good plan.

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Jaydami Week 2020

Day 6 - Domestic

It’s been a year since Damian gave up on Gotham nightlife and moved out of the manor, but his family members seem to drop by every other week. He wants a little space to focus on his DVM program, but they’re so happy to see him he can’t physically say no.

Except Hood, he pops up every other day like an annoying roommate. Damian remembers telling Jason that his apartment isn’t going to be another one of his safehouses. All he got was a laugh and a ruffle of his hair.

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Hello everyone! I’d like to thank everyone that participated in the poll. I was honestly surprised by the number of responses to the poll. The prompts for 2020 are listed below.

The prompts for this year are:

Day 1: Magical AU/Supernatural AU || Love at First Sight

Day 2: League of Assassins!Damian or Tim || Brat Taming

Day 3: “You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” || Soulmates

Day 4: Overstimulation || Working Undercover

Day 5: Announcing their relationship || Possessiveness

Day 6: Child Bride || Dom!Tim

Day 7: Lingerie || Secret Relationship

If there are any questions or concerns, please send an ask!

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Hello!

Once again thank you to everyone that submitted prompts for 2020. The poll is now open and will close at 11:59 PM EST on September 20th, 2020. When participating in the poll, please choose your top 14 favorite prompts.

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Good evening everyone!

TimDamiWeek 2020 will run during its usual time frame, December 2nd to the 8th. However, a change has been made, by the week of September 21st, the prompts will be announced rather than at the beginning of October.

Thus, as of today, September 2nd, 2020, to September 13th, 2020, prompts will be accepted. Just a reminder, please keep prompts general so that everyone can have the freedom to fulfill the prompts as they wish.

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Time travel

It's weird having two Damians in the same room. The younger one, the one from the current timeline, glares at his older self. It's not that he isn't happy with how tall and stronger he will grow up to be. But this version of him complimented Drake! It hadn't even been ironic, because, when Damian had made a snide remark, his older self had scolded him.

And Tim! Drake had dared to look smug. And now he was looking at that stupid version of him with heart in the eyes. How dare he look at anyone else than himself!

As if catching his thoughts, older Damian turns to him and winks.

#timdami #damitim #small fics

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Sugar daddy AU

Damian comes to Gotham to find his father, against his mother wishes. It's a big failure. Bruce isn't there and neither is Alfred. Damian starts to wonder if his mother didn't let him slip past her guard because she knew Bruce would be out of country.

So Damian doesn't know what to do. He only has cash for a few days. He knows a bit about Gotham but it's nothing compared to actually living in that city.

Desperate, he goes to Wayne Enterprise and manages to go past security. He hopes to find Lucius Fox and explains his situation. Damian is willing to past tests to convince them. He knows it's the truth. His mother wouldn't have lied to him on that.

But it seems that Lucius isn't even working here at the moment. He had an accident and Tim is stepping in as the new CEO.

Tim is doubtful while hearing Damian's story, but it's obvious that he is no gothamite. Why would the man have crossed the ocean for a lie? So Tim is willing to help him. Plus, this presents advantage for Tim. As a young CEO he is always asked about girlfriends. So he offers Damian a deal. Accompany him to the galas, go on dates with them and Tim will provide him with an apartment and an allowance until Bruce arrives.

Damian isn't particularly thrilled with the idea but he knows he has little choice. And Tim promised to no do anything that will make him uncomfortable. In the end, Damian agrees.

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Movie night II

The next time they had a movie night, Tim had arrived second to last. He had gone straight to the couch, plopping down next to Jason. He had tried to make it appear casual, but he's blushing even though nobody said anything. But he could feel their stare. Everyone remembered what happened last night. They even remembered more than him since he had fallen asleep at some point during the movie. On Damian's lap! The man was comfy and warm, but still, how could that have happened?

Like last time, Damian arrived last. Tim gave a quick glance in his direction to find his eyes on him. The man seemed disappointed. Tim couldn't fathom why. He had no one to challenge his right to the loveseat this time.

Damian hesitantly stepped into the room but not towards his place. He made a beeline to Tim before lifting him into his arms. Tim let out a surprised yelp. What was Damian doing?

Once Damian had secured Tim, he took him to their seat and made a sign to Babs to start the movie while Tim looked around the room, not believing what had just happened. But the amused expression the whole family was wearing confirmed it was real.

This time, Tim refused to fall asleep. He focused on that more than the movie. But an hour in, Damian started stroking gently his arm, and suddenly Tim couldn't resist any longer as he was lulled into sleep, missing the affectionate look on Damian's face.

The next time, Tim did not come, pretending to have work to do and turning off his phone.

The next, movie night came to him in the form of Damian sitting in his home and pulling in his lap before he could react. It was just the two of them in the dark, and it felt too intimate to Tim. It didn't stop him from sleeping on Damian once again.

It kept going for a few weeks until Dick demanded they both come back. Family bonding was important, they could have their own time at another moment of the week. Tim agreed, not wanting to run away from that anymore. Even if he wasn't sure what 'that' was. Damian and he talked more than before, but never about that. Nonetheless, when Tim arrived last, he went to settle on Damian on his own, albeit a bit hesitantly. He was awarded by Damian's please smile.

#damitim #timdami #small fics

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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Amnesia III

Bruce arrived a few minutes after with the car, taking them both back to the cave. Damian was observing them, obviously curious but he did not speak.

Everyone was at the cave to welcome Damian, having heard of his situation. Dick gave him a hopeful smile, hoping his memory would be triggered at the sight of his favorite person. But Damian only blinked blankly at him.

"We'll do some test and then you can go up to your room."

"Are you all living here?"

"Mostly you and me, but the others all have a room here."

"Can't I stay with the pretty one?"

There was a howl of laughter following his statement. Could be Damian's words or Bruce's expression after hearing them.

"You can stay with Timmy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Jason told him, a smug smirk on his face.

"Who said he was talking about me?"

"Dick is the sexy one, I'm fucking handsome and Steph's gorgeous. You're pretty."

Tim was about to protest when Cass spoke up.

"I am not pretty?"

"You, Cass, are far too much out of everyone league. One word would never be enough for you, darling." Jason winked at her, and the girl seemed pleased by what he was saying.

"Damian is staying here," Bruce's tone didn't leave room for arguing, "his room is here and it could help jog his memory. But Tim is free to stay here to help him."

"I guess we will stay here!" Dick exclaimed, overjoyed at the idea. He was looking forward to spending some quality time with all of them. Jason and Steph looked ecstatic given the look they were exchanging, but Tim suspected it was for a different reason. They were just diabolical assholes that looked forward to teasing him, then Damian when he would have regained his memory.

#damitim #timdami #amnesia fic

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mydeardeath · 4 years

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To belong with (8/8)

The series ends here. You can read everything with the tag ‘to belong series’

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Damian opened the door for them. Alfred was probably in the cave at this hour, and he didn't want him to learn about Tim's return through a camera's lens.

Once they started descending to the cave, the Omega took his hand. Tim was tensed. Alfred should be the only one home, but there was no real guarantee.

The butler was sitting in front of the main computer when they entered. He didn't notice them right away. They didn't make much noise when moving, and they were standing in the shadows. Damian called out to him to make themselves known.

Alfred was suddenly looking up at him, surprise to have him come to the cave of his volition. He froze upon seeing that Damian wasn't alone. Tim was half-hidden behind Damian, but that didn't change anything. Alfred knew his boys to well.

"Master Tim," he spoke softly, hardly believing what he was seeing. Even with how much these boys tended to come back to life, it never ceased to amaze him.

"Alfred." Tim ran into his arms as the man stood up, clutching tightly to the old man.

"Welcome home, my boy. I am happy to see you well."

"Me too, Alfred. Me too."

"Have you talk to your father, Master Damian?" Alfred turned to the young man when Tim released him.

"It's a surprise, Al!" Tim exclaimed, not letting Damian the time to answer himself. Alfred would have probably sermoned Damian about keeping his return a secret. Tim had felt protective of the Alpha that had comforted him since he had been back. He had understood his reasons to stay silent. Damian had been the only one actively looking for him. In the end, he had found his way back home on his own, but it was the intention that mattered.

After that, Alfred had made them cookies as they waited for Dick and Bruce to come home. It had taken a few hours, during which Damian had begun to work on a new suit for Tim. They had decided to not change much of the design since Tim liked it, but they had planned to make it lighter and more resistant.

Two weeks after, Tim had started training with it when he was not playing at Damian's personnel Oracle. Even though that was frustrating for the Omega, they had both agree that he was not ready to go back on the street. That had given him time to be officially resurrected alongside all the other people that had come back. Wayne Enterprise had offered Tim his old office, but he had refused. He preferred to focus on other things than work for the moment. Plus, he could feel the offer was forced. It was understandable. After all, he was six years late so he wouldn't be the best for the post at the moment. Tim wasn't sure he would be back as CEO one day.

He had a trip planned for the weekend. Dick wanted him to meet his daughter. It had been weird to learn that Dick had a child. He had been less surprised by the arrangement he had with Koriand'r.

"Who's your friend, Damian" Dick had asked, finding two boys hunch over the table, inspecting sketches.

"Hi, Dick." Tim had turned and smiled at him as if everything was normal.

At first, his big brother had been too shocked to move. Then a sob had escaped his lips, and Dick had lifted Tim in the air, crying of happiness. Dick had talked to him, but Tim couldn't make sense of any of it trough all the sobbing.

"Don't put snot all over him, Grayson."

Dick didn't even glance at Damian but answered him nonetheless.

"Would you prefer I yelled at you? I'm pretty sure you had Tim for a few days and didn't tell us." He spoke more clearly so Damian could hear the reproach in his voice. "Good thing I only leave tomorrow. You should come with me, Tim, there someone you need to meet."

Tim left Dick's embrace to look at the man's face.

"You mean to tell me the Dick Grayson has settled down."

Damian snorted in the background.

"Well, not really, babybird. But I have a daughter now. I'm sure she would love to have another uncle. Maybe you could be her new favorite."

That was aimed at Damian, but he did not take the bait. He was pretty confident in his position. Mar'i was his number one fan nowadays.

"I'd love too, Dick."

Bruce had arrived soon after and, though he would deny it, he did no better than Grayson in holding back his tears.

"I'm glad to have you back, Tim. And I am sorry."

"What happened wasn't your fault, Bruce."

"I am sorry for not believing you, Damian. I'm thankful you were here for Tim."

Damian was put into the hug by Dick, who had decided that they should all join. Damian hugged them back awkwardly, not used to it after years of distancing himself from his family.

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"Don't really know, I was thinking about college. I had been considering it before. I can still be in the loop by being Oracle. I might come back as Red Robin when I feel like it. But for now, I don't. I thought I would but no."

It was hard admitting it, especially after he had insisted on training every day to prepare his return. But Damian didn't seem to judge him. He was supportive of his plan even though he didn't like the idea of Tim going away to Ivy. But it wasn't that far, he would cope.

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One month later, he had helped Tim settle down on campus. His apartment was pretty small compared to what they were used to. The kitchen was opened in the living room that was only furnished with a sofa and a coffee table, which would probably be where Tim would be taking most of his meal, considering he didn't have enough space for a table or chairs. Tim's bedroom was taken by a double bed and all of his tech. There was barely any place to pass between the desk and the bed.

Tim had wanted something small and inconspicuous. He did not want any of his fellow students to know he was part of the Wayne family nor that he was one of those who had come back after disappearing for six years. That would have attracted far too much attention, and Tim didn't want any. He wanted to spend his college year as a simple student. If he was going to be noticed, it would be for his brain.

Or for the handsome Alpha that kept visiting him. Damian was here almost every weekend to spent some time with him, always bringing homecooked meals. Most of the other Omega on his floor were jealous. They would dress pretty when they knew there a chance he would be here and would wander through the building hallways. Some would even do it while smelling of pre-heat, not that Damian ever seemed to notice. He only had eyes for Tim.

He was not an enamored Alpha that would stare at him blissfully. But he would always give his full attention to Tim when he was dropping by.

And all the small gestures were hard to ignore. Damian made sure to always be up first to prepare him breakfast for when he would emerge.

How many times had he carried Tim to bed when he was falling asleep on his homework? After tucking Tim in, he would read the man's essays, checking for mistakes, and writing some pointers if he was familiar with the subject.

He always seemed to know when Tim had a test and made sure he had an appropriate amount of sleep before. He also checked that Tim wasn't missing it by sleeping in. He had saved Tim so many times.

Even when he was not here, he would regularly send messages to Tim to remind him to eat or sleep.

Tim was starting to fell for the Alpha as the months passed. They had talked so much through messages and comms or when Damian was over. Tim had learned to know the man Damian had become and he liked it. And he wasn't blind. He knew that Damian was interested too. Hell, he had even met his mother. Sure, he had already seen Talia Al Ghul before. But this time she had come as Damian's mother. She had warned him to never die again. She had hated how weak Damian had become. The alpha had told him how she had broken into his house and held a knife to his throat while he was too slow inattentive to realize that someone was here. How she had told him to wake up and stop being pathetic. She had gotten her wish with Tim's return.

That's why when Damian reminded him that he wouldn't be able to make this weekend because of his rut, Tim argued.

"You could have it here."

"I... what?" The alpha spluttered, not believing what he was hearing.

"Your rut, you could have it here," Tim repeated, insisting on every word to make himself clear.

"What are you saying, Timothy?" Damian's voice was thick with anticipation.

"I'm saying we could spend it together. If you want to."

It was expected that Damian would say yes. The flower had been a surprise. But Tim found it cute anyway.

#damitim #timdami #to belong series #part 16

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