#omega!dick

[crystalviolet-snowflake]

ABO verse. Beta Omega Alpha

[lovecinnatwist]

so many writers are just blessing us oh my GOD

ummm maybe omega verse with Jason as the sexy alpha pirate and Dick the navy captain or something and he's trying his darndest to be a good navy boy but got-damn that alpha pirate just does things to him...

Hi- Hi hello I've actually rewatched all of Pirates of the Caribbean Recently so this was a total blast to write! I focused more on setting their dynamic. I didn't get tp the NSFW but I hope it's a fun read! Thank you so so much for requesting!

Dick Grayson has Jason Todd in chains, the alpha unbearably smug for someone destined to face the gallows. Even like this, the man looks handsome. His ocean swept figure is the spitting image of many romance novel covers, tempting and teasing. Like the very song, sirens sing to lead sailors to their doom. 

The alpha knows it too. 

It’s in the devilish grin and glittering eyes. The way he openly takes in Dick’s physique in clear interest and desire is telling. Amplified by the scent of alpha curiosity and respect carried on the winds. Peculiar for a pirate, but not for the leader of one of the few ships to welcome and celebrate omega buccaneers. 

When Dick double-checks the bonds he tells himself it’s necessary. Not an excuse to run his fingers down sunkissed skin, and bulging forearms. They meet eyes and Dick’s breath hitches from the lust in them. Unrestrained and wild like the sea. It makes him want- It reminds him of growing up free in the company of his family. His parents were owned by no one until the sea claimed them and Dick found himself an orphan in a noble's care. 

He drops the secured bonds and creates distance between them again. More for the pounding of his own heart and the rousing in his own scent. Even in the posh uniform, it’s impossible to completely conceal one's scent. Even with his mastery and medical aids, the excitement of catching the alpha spills out. 

As does is clear desire. 

It takes an active effort to rip his eyes from the pirate in favor of the horizon. The spyglass opens easily, something to focus on instead of the man at his feet. Not that he makes it easy the way he purrs in open invitation, laying his body out like a midnight delight in Dick’s cabin.

They are still a few days out from land, his father expecting him as if Dick has finally done something worth his notice. 

It frustrates him to no end. How he has barely heard from Bruce over the past 4 years but the moment he finds himself in possession of one- Jason Peter Todd. Captain of the Grand Majesty of Pirate Ships Saint Catherine the man finally finds a way to contact him. 

It’s ludicrous really, and if Dick hadn’t had his honor he would release the alpha. If only to give Bruce a little more grief. He would deserve it after years of roundabout manipulation. After trying to marry Dick off to the pompous alpha Lady Komand’r. Then of course nearly getting him stripped from the Naval exam purely because of his secondary gender. Then the worst of it- charting him off on pointless supply runs just to keep him away from danger. 

Some people would call it fatherly protection. Dick sees it as it is, however , a lack of trust and deep-rooted sexism. He frowns and snaps the spyglass closed. 

“Deep in thought Doll? And here I thought I was worth all of your attention.”

Even the way the pirate speaks is educated. The natural rhythm, with a swagger that could never be emulated. Many have of course tried- men and women desperate to have the reputation of the infamous Red Hood. They pale in comparison to the real thing of course. 

Good looks, confidence and genuine charisma are too difficult to fake. 

The alpha licks his fangs the moment he has Dick’s attention again. Eyes glowing like the green flash on the horizon. The scent of desire-claim-want is starting to spill in the cabin, erasing milder tones and taking all that it wants for its own. 

Dick shudders, eyes growing cold at the display. Even on his knees and bound in chains, Captain Todd heeds to no one. Though somehow he keeps respectful as he openly propositions Dick with his body and scent. 

The man wants to claim him. He can smell it in the air. Read it in his body language. Though while everyone he’s ever known has wanted to own him- control him- possess him Jason’s intentions betray no such notions. 

Just genuine respect, awe and desire. 

Dick clears his throat and pours himself a drink to avoid thinking about how that intrigues him.

“Well, aren’t you proud to think it would take you alone to entertain my entire mental capacity?”

The alpha laughs a loud boisterous sound. It’s full-bodied and makes the muscles in his body ripple. Dick feels his cheeks flush from the sheer beauty of the man. It's impossible to look away so instead he pours a large drink and swallows it down. 

The grin the pirate gives him is absolutely wicked. 

“ Let me out of these chains Darlin and I promise I can entertain you all night long. “

It isn’t boastful either. Every port Jason Todd stops in he leaves slews of omega singing his praises. Loud shameless claims of how good and generous the alpha is not only with drink and food but as a lover. Dick would be a liar to say he hasn’t thought about it. 

What omega didn’t fantasize about a sinful rough romp with a swashbuckling pirate- what person of the sea didn’t fall for the wiles and charms of a competent Captain? It’s unavoidable really. Had it been he would have never fallen into bed with Captain Slade Wilson.

He has to cork the port to avoid another glass. It wouldn’t do to come undone in front of such a man, not when he’s already off his game at the thought of seeing Bruce. 

Still- despite his common sense he can’t help responding. He turns his back to the pirate to avoid showing his expression. 

“Are you attempting to bribe a Captain in his Excellency’s Royal Navy?”

Dick plays with the glass to keep himself busy. Though a sound behind him makes him turn. Sure enough in the brief moment of disregard, the pirate had already undone two of the latches. 

“ Me Sir? Never. “

The boyish smile is so young and mischievous that Dick’s heart skips a beat. 

Though that doesn’t stop him from redoing the chains. 

“One would think one of the most feared Pirate Captains in all of Hispaniola would be a bit more clever to wait until alone before trying to escape.”

He tights the bonds just enough to draw a sound from the alpha. The way the muscles strain in the hold makes him swallow. The alpha makes a delightful captive, his body arching into the restraints. Dick lets him go like he’s been burnt. Desire too dangerous to ignore.

“ Perhaps I just like your hands on me Mi-lady and I’ve gotta feeling you feel the same way.”

Dick hisses and the rumble of pleasure he gets for the sound is mortifying. 

“ You are indecent!“

Another gorgeous heart-stopping laugh. 

“ I’m a pirate Love- Kinda goes with the territory.”

Dick presses away from the man in favor of seeking refuge behind his desk. Drinking would solve nothing so instead, he reaches for the letters from his father. The seal on the paper spells death better than any noose can. 

“ As does a seat at the hangman's grotto.”

The words come out malicious and cruel. Though instead of growing pale the pirate offers another slow, smooth smile for his threat. 

“ You ain’t going to kill me Doll. Not when I’ve got so much to offer. “

Dick's eyes slide down the open form of the alpha. He takes in the tightness of his clothing, the light sheen of sweat then makes sun kissed skin glistened, then of course the generous bulge in his pants. He scoffs to hide the growing arousal in his stomach. 

“No offense but I’ve seen better.”

He hasn’t. Not in years. Not from someone who drives him so absolutely crazy. An irresponsible part of Dick says hang the rules- belay his orders and spend the rest of the voyage with his ankles around Captain Todd’s shoulders. The alpha smirks as if reading those very thoughts. 

It’s as unsettling as it is arousing. 

“ Not that Captain Grayson. I’m talking about the one thing all omegas desire above all else.”

The toothy grin shows off a glint of gold. Dick finds the fang fascinating. While everyone knew the story of how the man lost that tooth seeing it is another thing entirely. He’s staring for so long that he doesn’t realize that he hasn’t answered.

Sceptical but curious he finds himself closing the distance and crouching down to the answer. 

“ And what’s that Captain Todd? “

This close he can see every detail of the alpha’s face. From the stubble on his chin to the blue in his eyes. Then of course the dust of freckles, strong jaw and light scars from a rough life could not have been kind. 

With salt spray on his breath, he leans in to answer with a rough rumble. Low with promises that Dick dares not accept. 

Captain Todd’s smile is even more breathtaking this close. Anticipation eats up the air. Pheromones collide with each other like lighting on the waves. Dick doesn’t realize they are barely a beat apart when the alpha finally speaks. 

“ Revenge. “

[dommekia]

Be a good boy and get on your knees for mommy so mommy will use you as her foot stool

Hehe betas

[spicyvampire]

Jeff literally has to do everything himself around here, he gotta see the future, he gotta get himself kidnapped, then he gotta escape alone, and then he has to call himself Alan's boy and then he has to go trick everyone father

[puppetmaster13u]

<- A/B/O Anon

HI- *coughs* well, they aren’t exactly headcanons, just ideas I have that I wanna chat about.

I’m on a big Omega!Bruce kick so here they are. (these can or can’t be connected but I do love the idea of them being connected)

1. Brucie Wayne is a known Omega, one that flits from date to date. The thing is, Batman is known as an omega too. This time he’s the embodiment of an Omegan Mom protecting their nest Territory from all threats. Like Omegas used to do in the Olden Times™️, feral behavior and scenting is common >:3

2. A/B/O Dynamics don’t actually exist outside Gotham. Sure, some Gothamites have moved out so A/B/O is known, but isn’t seen outside Gothamites.

So when Dick Grayson came to Gotham he was very confused and didn’t really understand what was going on.

When Bruce eventually scoops him up and brings him home, Dick is even more confused. Atleast in Juvie the A/B/O behaviors were stifled except for posturing, but now outside of Juvie? In the home of an Omega? He’s gonna get the full brunt of Bruce both fussing over him and trying his best to not cross the line of Bruce being his Pack Guardian and not Pack Omega. (Either way, for Dick it’s very much smothering)

It doesn’t click for Bruce or Alfred until Bruce comes sulking to Alfred about his pup being broken and not even accepting being scented! Doesn’t Dick want to feel safe??? No one’s going to touch Dick if he’s smothered in Wayne Scent!!! (Maybe eventually Dick gets startled when he starts to instinctively responding as a pup would/is able to smell scents/feel pack bonds)

3. When Jason gets tossed into the Lazarus pit, it actually repairs his pack bonds. Sure, it’s not perfect, Jason can’t actually reach out through the bonds to respond- but he can feel his Pack’s love, not to mention their desperation to get him back as soon as they realize Jay’s bonds are back. (Talia, meanwhile, is still trying to convince Jay that Bruce doesn’t love him and how he replaced him, but that doesn’t quite work as Jason can feel his Pack’s love- not to mention the absolute adoration coming from the newest, weakest, and youngest link in the pack)

4. And finally four- One of the Robins vanish from the Teen Titans for quite a bit- and when they come back, they’re questioned on where they went. Robin sighs and just says Batman was being broody again, and the Teen Titans just think that Batman was brooding.

In actuality, the Robin had to deal with Bruce being broody in the chicken sense. AKA, “You Are My Child And I Will Keep You In My Nest And Focus Entirely On You And Your Well-being. ..What do you mean taking care of myself? I have to take care of my PUP!”

I absolutely adore all of this. Love the idea of it being a Gotham thing because Gotham is just Like That. Like there's so many curses and magic and who knows how many chemicals that they're like, still human but also just built different.

Gosh, if heats are a thing I like to think they're more platonic. Just, fussing over pack members and being the Broodiest Thing Ever with every family member and will get Upset if one tries to leave the Nest where they are Safe and can be Taken Care Of.

Pfft, the poor Justice League are not prepared for Batman to get broody on a mission and force them all to take care of themselves with no context. They're not his pack, but well, they have fought together and they're sort-of friends, depending on the timeline.

Poor Damian is going to get smothered, Bruce is going to get Very broody the moment Jason returns, and with Another Pup. Tim & Dick get yoinked back from the Titans Tower to be smothered and snuggled and absolutely covered in the family's scent.

Absolutely love the idea of them learning how to be a pup and pack together and am vibrating in utter glee at all of this.

[taming-bats]

Do yall like a/b/o? or just like. platonic nesting. how do we feel about omega dick grayson. how do we feel about the batboys and their dad actually feeling safe with each other. do yall like a/b/o batfam. but only the parts I like about it . is this anything

[abigfanofstarwars]

BTW i will never get tired of how cunty Rampart is

also ​i let out at audible laugh @ him all strapped in for their jump to hyperspace and still trying to put his bitchy two cents in the conversation from the back of the ship

[ghouljams]

I was wondering if there were any developments on alpha!goose and omega/alpha!ghost?? I’m sorry if that sounds pressury or pushy at all and if it does I APOLOGIZE FOR SOUNDING RUDE. I just think about them daily and how you described the dynamics. I’m just UGH so obsessed with your brain and what you write it’s genuinely so amazing.

On GOD I thought I was the only one who cared about that I have just quietly been writing it for myself behind the scenes. Here.

It’s the first heat Ghost’s spent like this, with someone else. He pushes you against the wall of the tub, the water sloshing over the side as he drills into you. His hips snap, chasing the desperate building need in the pit of his stomach with panting breaths. You tip your head back as best you can, your lashes fluttering as you murmur soft praises. Your words barely reach his ears, too consumed by the fire of heat to need the dirty talk. Ghost tips his head, his teeth dragging against your neck, breathing in your signature. The soft peach fuzz on his tongue makes his mouth water, and his teeth itch. You smell warm and fruity, like if he bit you the juices would drip out of his mouth.

You tug at his hair and he realizes he’s doing just that, biting. Your fingers are tight and insistent as they pull him away from your neck and the quickly reddening bruise he’s just left. Not hard enough, he thinks, dragging his tongue along the mark apologetically. He feels more animal than mam, desperate and clawing for more of every part of you. He holds his open mouth against the bite, breathing deep to try and fix his head. It only makes it worse, you smell like a dream, smell like you're his. The sweet anise of his signature mixing with your peachy warmth, a man could lose his mind like this.

He rocks into you shallowly, the way your pussy clenches and clings to his cock is almost as intoxicating as your scent. Your hiccuped moans bounce around his skull, the only thing reaching him through his heat. He must be hitting the right spot, the way you're clawing at his hips makes him think he is. Ghost moves a hand from your hip to hold your throat, feeling the vibrations of your moans like a lifeline.

If he could just stop the buzzing under his skin, the sticky sweaty feeling that claws its way over him. His hips snap against yours, he can feel the recoil of your ass, the way you push back into the hard thrust, his eyes flutter closed to enjoy it. Mind numbing. He's not so far into his heat to be fully gone, but rational thought certainly isn't his number one concern right now. You're so warm and tight around him, so wet, he can hear the slick sound of your pussy with each thrust. Your jaw bumps against his fingers, your mouth open without any sound as he grinds the tip of his cock deep against you.

He's close, and he knows you must be too, the way you've tightened around his cock. It's harder to pull out, your cunt doing its best to keep him inside, to make sure when he does come you don't lose a drop. Fuck, he wants to fill you so badly, wants you to feel as animal as he does, he wants to knock you up.

"Fuck it," Ghost grunts, before burying his teeth in the crook of your neck. He bites hard, feels something deep and primal breaking between his teeth, like a glass vial being pressed just on the edge of too hard. He holds it there and you stiffen, shaking as you come with his name on your lips. Ghost gives a final hard thrust into you and feels your cunt lock tight around his cock.

"Si-mon," you hiccup, the fluttering of your pussy milking his cock for every drop of come. He growls, risks biting deeper, breaking that glass, you just squeeze him all the tighter. Simon loosens his bite, his head starting to clear as he presses down against your heavily. You yelp and brace your hands on the tub wall to keep his weight from taking both of you down.

The needy skin crawling buzz in his body is abated for now, settled back into a sort of fuzzy heat in the back of his mind. He could fall asleep like this. Actually, he might do just that.

"No, no, Simon, wait," you reach back to pat his cheek. Simon makes a 'mmpf' noise, nosing the deep bruise he left on you, enjoying the gentle warmth of your skin, the juicy burst of your signature. You try again, patting harder with a soft whine, "Baby sit down at least."

Simon wraps his arms tight around your waist and drags you back down into the warm water. He tips his head to rest against the towels you'd set up and takes a deep breath. You settle back against him, familiar scent and weight pushing him further towards sleep. Fucking hell he hasn't slept well in days.

You reach back to scratch your blunt nails through his short cropped hair. "Good boy," you purr, and Simon grunts out half a reply.

[ghost-bxrd]

hi!!! I love your writings so much, especially the fic, “morality disgrace us now (entertain and take a bow)” I love reading platonic omega Jason and I love love loveeee how you did Bruce and Dick in this fic. At the bottom you wrote about Jason meeting Tim and immediately taking a liking to him. I was perhaps wondering if you could go more into detail? Jason being dragged by the scruff back home because “he’s fine obviously!!” And then meets Tim and just immediately goes “Pup!” And perhaps a little drabble about how dick and bruce refuse to leave him out of their sight and his growing annoyance to just want to cuddle with Tim. All platonic haha ? I love the omega Jason troupe where he just wants to live his life but he has his whole family on his ass all the time just trying to show their love. Just a thought, sorry for rambling !

Here‘s a little scene for that 💚💚💚

[ruenii]

'transmigrator' tim drake who's gotten used to suddenly waking up in an alternate dimension similar to his but its just AO3 batman fics he keeps on getting transported to, so now he tries to figure out the plot before looking at the tags as a distraction while trying to find his way back to his original dimension.

"Oh another coffee shop AU? Okay...i wonder what pairing this is-- anddd its superbat, okay, cool."

"Hold the fuck on, why is green lantern making out with batman, WAIT WHY ARE THEY IN GOTHAM ACADEMY—"

"Another angsty fic of me? Okay, FINE, I'll get fucking therapy jfc, and maybe I'll get my life back together no need to tell me twice.

"This is unfair, god hates me, why the hell is Damian taller than me when he's 16. HE'S LITERALLY 16."

"Damnnn, you really just did that Bruce? CPS is gonna have a field day with this."

"Awww this is actually pretty cute, I would never do that though, god that was fucking embarassing, you're embarassing."

Now when he comes back to his original universe he just has all this weird knowledge and habits that he has after being in all those universes, and some of them he doesnt even notice like:

He sleeps literally anywhere in the Manor, kissing Kon on the cheek, holding Duke's hand randomly, being cuddly with Bart and Cassie, patting Jason in the back, ruffling Damians head or even hugging Dick first. And he sometimes just hugs Bruce just because, maybe Bruce is gonna be shocked for the first few times then he gets used to it.

And everyone in the batfam and his friends gets used to Tim being subtly open to affection and reciprocates it back to him, while also being used to him referencing some weird pop culture memes and inside jokes they don't get except for him.

TLDR: Tim gets character development by reading fanfiction.

[lovecinnatwist]

ooooh domestic jaydick mother’s days throughout the years (omega!dickie of course 🥰) and it’s like, pre relationship (pack omega), while courting, as mates, pregnant, with a pup (or pups!!)?

Hi aNon! This was a stupendous ask. I partnered it with some ideas from @cherrymiko-art and think it came out great! Thank you so much for your prompt and I hope you enjoy!

This is essentially 5 times Dick Grayson celebrated mothers day and the 1 time he celebrated as a mother! Very soft and sweet. Shows all stages of their relationship through Dick's eyes.

Pup Jason, Teen Jason, Under the Red Hood Jason, Potential Mate Jason, Husband Jason and Father Jason!

[deepwithintheabyss]

You do not want to know how long I had this post open

DickTim Omegaverse idea (Dark Dick)

cough uh this turned rather long, and this is the short version (wc over 1k), anway

yeah manipulative Dick non con etc beware

Tim as an Omega is just too alluring for Dick to resist, so every once in a while when they're alone he chemically induces the heat to be a deeper and stronger one. So he can slip into Tim's nest and fuck him and not worry about Tim remembering any of it. He always makes sure to slip Tim the pill afterwards (because why shouldn't he fuck his brother raw) and cleans him up before he leaves.

But one time he fucks up, too caught up in the feeling of his knot catching, of Tim breathlessly helplessly moaning under him he bends down to give Tim a shallow bite.

Once he comes down from his high and realized what he just did he makes quick plans to hide it. Ensure Tim never knows and no scar will form with cream and keeping it bandaged. He lies to Tim about having heard him fall and seen he was tangled up in sheets, had scraped his neck on a corner. And why shouldn't Tim believe him? Dick blames himself in the usual overprotective alpha way saying he should have looked after Tim better and made sure nothing dangerous was in his nest and Tim only rolls his eyes. It was an accident nothing happened it wasn't Dicks fault.

The scar heals easily and fades away, nothing to show that Dick and Tim have a weak bond.

Oh Dick craves to mate Tim but he knows better than that. He'll just have to wait a little longer. With each heat spend together Tim becomes more open, more trusting towards him without noticing. Soon he'll be able to court Tim and claim him as his.

Or that is what he things. When he goes to wash the clothes he wore that night, he goes through the pockets on a long born habit, and freezes when his fingers brush against a bottle. A pill bottle to be specific, with dread he pulls it out while trying to remember if he gave Tim the pill. Only to come up blank just as his eyes land on it.

Shit

Fuck he's fucked, the chance of Tim catching from just one fuck are low but- no shit the deeper heat means he's more fertile, and there have been signs that Tim is pregnant, now that he thinks back on it. Fuck Dick has to somehow get rid of the growing pup in Tim's belly before he notices his growing pup, his alpha whispers. And fuck he doesn't want to get rid of it. But there is no way that he could keep the pup and Tim. Coming clean is out of the question, if Tim learns how long Dick had been doing this, well.

Later that week when he's still making plans and discarding them Tim asks to speak with him. Dread rises within, Tim looks scared and spooked and Dick just wants to pull him close and whisper everything is fine and croon at him. It isn't shocking when Tim reveals to him that he's pregnant, he still plays his part of course, he can't give it away. Maybe, maybe he can pull it in his favor.

So he asks if he knows from who, asks about his exploits and, well he had known Tim wasn't with anyone but he's still pleased to hear about it.

"No Dick I haven't fucked, never"

"Is that a never this month or?"

"Never"

"Not even Steph?"

Tim shakes his head

Oh oh his alpha trills at this, his little Omega has and always will be just his. Just for Dick perfectly molded and shaped in what he wants.

But for that he got to do something first, admit at least a kernel of truth, spin it so he can use it. To keep Tim close

"I'm sorry" he whispers, "I think I know whose it is." "I had been hit with something that made me do, something really stupid, and you were there and in heat and so willing." he pulls Tim closer, "I'm really sorry, I thought that you remembered and just, just wanted to forget and act like nothing happened, if I had known, well. Fuck I just assumed that you would make sure to take contraceptives on your own to well"

"When did that happen?" Tim questions

Dick raises his hand to were the mating bite had been. "I was too rowdy, scratched you up I'm sorry about that"

Tim lays his hand on his neck, the other drifts to his belly.

"So it's yours?" Tim asks, Dick can't figure out what emotions he's hiding.

He pushes Tim away so he can look him in the eyes

"Yeah" he whispers showing how earnest and truthful he is "it's mine"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I- It's okay if it's yours, I think. If it had been anyone else I would have gotten rid of it" Dick has to stifle the growl that wants to rise. "I never thought I would want children, but lately, I can't stop thinking about it."

His Alpha croons, oh what a good Omega, listening to his alpha talk about pupping him full and wanting it.

[forgot what went here for the transition]

"You'll need to stop vigilante work"

"What no! You can't pull me out like that I'm not even that far along yet"

"Do you really want to risk the pup like that?" Tim frowns, clearly hesitant "Your body will already be changing for this, preparing for the pup. It will change you, so you'll be off balance, we can't risk you getting hurt or losing the pup just because you aren't used to your body anymore"

"Steph didn't seem to have too many problems, I know what I'm doing I helped her along the entire pregnancy I think I know when it's safe to tap out."

"Steph was a beta, it's different for an Omega"

"Oh"

"You didn't know?"

"I didn't think I would ever have children so I didn't-, and well I thought that on the unlikely possibility that I might want some, that it was either through adoption or with enough time to look things up"

"You will need the pack close so you should move back to the manor, your instincts will be out of whack and you need that support"

[forgot what went here for the transition]

"And uhm- your sex drive will probably rise later. To a level you won't be able to satisfy with just toys."

"Oh, so I should look for an alpha to-"

"No" he growls out before he can stop himself

Tim looks at him, curious, open, considering, he clearly caught more than Dick intended to from his reaction "Would you?"

"Tim I- I would love to, I'd be honored if you'd let me"

Dick draws Tim into a kiss, they make out and it slowly gets more heated

"I think we should go to your nest before I fuck you against a wall"

"Right, don't want my first time. Well the first time I'll remember to be something that casual"

So Dick carries him out of there up to his room, spreads him out in Tim's bed (that he has spend more time than anyone knows in)

Tim looks at him with his sharp attentive eyes, so unlike how he looks during his heats. Dick bends down to kiss him, and rumbles satisfied when he comes up and Tim's eyes are slightly glazed over.

Just means he has to make him feel so good he forgets all about his rain, is but just a whimpering mess left in his nest.

Tim tosses his head to the side, baring his neck more for Dick. He licks over the place where the scar would sit. Swears he can feel it under his tongue, even when he knows he erased all traces.

Tim whines, bucks up into his touch

"Please" he whimpers

Dick humms questioningly.

"Please Dick, I want. Could- Would"

Dick tries to draw back, but hands in his hair stop him and press him closer to Tim's neck. Pressing his face in where a mating bite would be.

Tim has gone all lax underneath him, breathing fast and flat in anticipation, straining to bare his neck as much as he can.

Dick can't help the loud growl he lets out when his brain catches up, he bends down more than happily and bites.

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Batman/Bruce Wayne - Relationship, Batman/Matches Malone, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Matches Malone, Batman, Jason Todd, Original Characters, Batfamily Members, Rogues Gallery (Batman) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bruce Wayne, Misunderstandings, Love Triangles, Weird Gotham City, Silly, Family Drama, or so gotham thinks, Jason Todd is So Done, Bruce Wayne is Suffering, Identity Porn, Minor Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne, Crack Summary:

The Gotham underworld finds out that deadbeat dad Batman owes poor, hapless Matches Malone decades worth of child support after having thrown him away to latch onto the city's most famous omega instead, and they sure have some opinions about that.

Bruce just has a headache.

[nerdpoe]

Coffee, Honey, and sometimes Hazelnuts.

I wrote the beginnings of Omega verse while drunk and finished it fucking don't look at me.

Ao3

Tim may have let something slip when he was losing blood and about to go into surgery. Ra's may have taken him completely seriously and done what was requested. Tim...finds that he perhaps did not have a normal relationship with his body, and that he may have actually been Trans the entire time and just. Didn't think about it. Or, Tim demands a Secondary Gender Transition from Ra's. Ra's takes him seriously and does it while Tim's under for spleen removal (Nothing violating, just HRT and induced coma for the physical Transition). Tim wakes up an Omega instead of an Alpha and...actually is pretty okay with it.

Tim was…floaty. Woozy, even. The kind of feeling that usually meant a fantastic sleep was just around the corner.

But some inconsiderate fuck was jostling his arm.

Tim groaned and swatted at them.

“…Ah. You’re awake.”

“Oh, he’s awake? Come, Detective, open your eyes.”

Gross.

That sounded like Ra’s Al Ghul.

Time forced his eyes open just so he could glare at the man.

The asshole just looked amused.

“Fascinating. You’ve lost almost enough blood to kill you and yet, here you are. Awake.” Ra’s even sounded mildly impressed.

Tim did not want to impress Ra’s.

“Gooo f’ck yersef.” 

Yes. There. That got the point across beautifully.

Ra’s, the jackass, just looked even more amused.

“I see. Well, we have to put you under to save your life, dear Detective, unless you would rather have a dip in the Pits. I would consider such an offer a…gift, if you would.”

Tim snorted, flapping his hand at Ra’s and inadvertently slapping a ninja nurse in the face.

Whoops.

“On’y gift I neeeeed is. Is. Heats.”

Ra’s raised an eyebrow.

“I denand the. The. I wanna bee uh ‘Mega.”

Ra’s raised his other eyebrow.

“…I see. Very well, Detective. I hope you enjoy this…little gesture of goodwill.”

“Fuhuuck yew very moch.”

“Indeed.”

~~~~~~

Tim woke up.

That was something he hadn’t really been expecting, but he was thrilled to do it nonetheless.

Less thrilling was where he was.

A bedroom draped in silks and finery, with the security risk of wide windows, an open door that led to an uncomfortably extravagant bathroom, and a weird smell. It was a good scent, to be sure, but when Tim sat up there was no one present but himself.

So…huh. 

Tim sniffed the air.

The scent was definitely a person’s. Coffee and Honey, and a lingering afterscent of roasted hazelnuts. 

It was pleasant.

It was also an Omega scent.

Which made Tim even more confused; Ra’s was an Alpha, and this definitely wasn’t Talia’s scent. Nor was it Pru’s. So who’s room was he in? And why did he feel so rested? He almost never felt like that.

Tim swung his legs over the edge of the bed, noting the lack of chains, and stood up to stretch.

He…felt good? He felt comfortable in his skin? He never felt comfortable in his skin. He braced himself for his own scent as he stretched, but instead was met with more of that strange Omega’s scent.

Wait.

Tim reached up and rubbed one of his own scent glands, giving himself a sniff.

Coffee. Honey. Lingering Roasted Hazelnuts.

Omega.

Which was a huge change, because the last time Tim had checked he was absolutely an Alpha with a, for some reason, repugnant scent. (Everyone swore to him it was all in his head, but he knew he reeked.)

Then he remembered the last thing he said to Ra’s.

Tim tensed, waiting to feel…something. Revulsion. Betrayal.

But there was nothing.

He just…felt like Tim; for the first time since he was an unpresented Pup.

Tim sat back down and wrinkled his nose, lifting the League shirt he was wearing to check on the stab wound he knew he’d had coming in.

It was healing nicely, and given the length of time for a transition, he’d been under for about a month.

He didn’t feel any abnormal aches or pains, so not only was it done correctly and in a controlled environment, but he hadn’t been raped. He knew the signs to look for and none were present.

He was absolutely going to go to a Crisis Center as soon as he could just to be sure, and Turkey was home to some of the best of the best, so he was confident that if he had been violated he would find everything he’d need resource wise no problem. But he felt like he had a bead on how Ra’s worked; that if Ra’s wanted to use him like that, he’d want Tim awake to…struggle. As disgusting as that was.

But he hadn’t.

Ra’s really had just…given Tim a free Transition to a different Secondary Gender.

Tim tried, he really did, to dredge up any resentment for the Transition.

He was angry that he was clearly being held by Ra’s. He was pissed that Ra’s would even consider that Tim would be so stupid as to think those windows weren’t lined with assassins just out of sight. He was annoyed at the lack of obvious trackers, as that meant there was probably a subdermal one. He was scared for Pru. He was worried about Tam. 

But regarding changing Secondary Gender?

He only felt…relief.

“Wait, was I trans the entire time?”

Hated his own scent? Check; Bruce and Dick were always getting onto him about abusing scent blockers. Always felt like crawling out of his skin? Check; it usually manifested in burying himself in work. Avoided mirrors? Check; he just couldn’t, even though he knew that Secondary Genders didn’t really effect outward appearance like Primary Genders. Aversion to Rut sex? Check; Rut hadn’t given him any sex drive at all, it’d just increased his anxiety to the point where he was prescribed suppressants and anti-anxiety medication.

Tim rerouted his thinking, considering the same situations with his current Secondary Characteristics.

Scent? He actually rather enjoyed it; he definitely wouldn’t be wearing scent blockers unless he had to. Actually settled in his own skin? Yup, and he even felt…languid? Was that the word? It felt like the word. 

He stood up and walked into the adjoined bathroom, took a deep breath, and looked into the mirror.

That…that certainly was a Tim. From toe to tip, that was a Tim.

And he didn’t feel any particular way about the reflection, aside from the thought that he should brush his hair and teeth. There was no uncomfortable part of his brain that had him squirming, he didn’t feel the instinctive need to find any excuse not to look in the mirror.

It was just Tim.

He felt his shoulders relax.

He couldn’t know how different his Heats would be from how is Ruts had been, but given that during a Transition a Heat or Rut was inevitable while the Transitionee was under, and the fact that he actually felt well rested?

He was going to assume that his Heats were far better and easier on his body than his Ruts had been, but he couldn’t know for sure until he’d experienced a Heat.

…He wasn’t dreading it, though. Not the way the thought of future Ruts would fill him with a slow, stacking anxiety.

So.

Tim was trans.

Tim…Tim was a detective, though? How had he not noticed that sooner? Looking back on it it was super obvious but like. He hadn’t noticed?

Did everyone feel this settled in their own skin?!

Was this how people normally felt?! No wonder everyone gave him strange looks! He’d thought all of that was normal!

The door opened, distracting Tim from his thoughts. Which was good, because he’d been about to go off on a mental tangent about being an idiot.

The assassin that had come in only spared him a glance as the guy set down a tray of food.

“So…is Pru okay?” Tim ventured, slowly stepping out of the bathroom.

The assassin snorted.

“She is well enough to undergo further training, to ensure mistakes like that do not happen again. Orientation will begin after you’ve eaten, then the Demon Head would speak with you.”

Tim blinked.

“Wait, you’d actually let me have Orientation?”

The assassin sniffed, clearly offended even as he straightened up and turned towards the door.

“We are not savages. Honestly, Americans.” The man muttered as he left.

~~~~~~

“-And so, in conclusion, while a Heat does make you more inclined to intercourse and does heighten the experience, it does not strip you of your autonomy. Should you feel that such is happening, it is advised to seek medical attention immediately; that is abnormal, and you have either been drugged or need medical intervention due to an extreme hormonal imbalance.”

Tim nodded along politely. He’d already known, but Orientation was important when Transitioning.

“For now, we shall practice performing a Rebuke. Do as you would with a Command, and your new physiology should handle the rest. Like so; Copy me.”

Tim twitched against the command, and fought against his innate need to fight it.

“..Copy me?”

“Very good.” The Omega Consultant in front of him nodded and wrote something in his tablet. Tim tried his best not to fidget. “Next is what to expect during a pregnancy, should you choose to pursue that.”

‘I wanted this, I wanted this, I wanted this-‘ Tim chanted to himself as he got Sex Ed version 2.0.

~~~~~~

Dick was definitely not barely staving off a mental breakdown on his couch.

He totally hadn’t waited until Damian was asleep to bury himself in blankets and stare blankly at a dead TV.

Dick was fine. Dick was okay. Dick had to be okay, because if he wasn’t then he couldn’t be there for Damian and he couldn’t be ready for when Tim got back.

He’d told his little brother he trusted him, and he meant it, but that trust didn’t stop Dick from missing his pack’s shortest Alpha.

On the coffee table, his phone lit up and started vibrating.

A bright, cheery tone reserved for Tim, derived from the song he hated the most, rang out into the living room.

Dick almost faceplanted into the coffee table for how quickly he lunged for the tiny glowing screen, but he managed to save himself and fumble the phone to his ear.

“Tim! Hey! How’s it going? Are you okay? Do you need reinforcement?”

But instead of Tim’s voice, a deep, hoarse chuckle made it through the speaker.

Dick knew that voice.

Ra’s.

“Where’s Tim?” Dick breathed, tense and still.

“The young Detective isn’t really meant to be an Alpha, I feel,” the old assassin said instead of answering Dick, “I merely wanted to inform you of a delay in his return, should he choose to return at all. He needs time to…adjust. To his new body.”

Dick couldn’t feel his toes, and only barely managed to keep a grasp on the phone.

He opened his mouth to threaten Ra’s, probably demand to know where Tim was again, but all that came out was one of the loudest, most feral Growls he’d ever let loose.

“How is it? Being the only Alpha of your Pack now, with your Leader gone? You are watching after my grandson, after all; I simply need to ensure he will be raised in a stable environment.” Ra’s voice was full of false pity, and Dick could no longer see anything in front of him clearly.

“Do not fucking touch him!” Dick finally Commanded, guttural and loud and definitely waking Damian up.

“Oh, it’s a bit too late for that, I fear; who else would I trust to handle his Transition? Do tell my grandson I wish him well.” With that, the line went dead.

Dick was left standing in the living room, on the verge of hyperventilating, tense and shaking and furious.

“…Richard?” Damian’s voice asked, and Dick heard the Beta Pup quietly approaching him from his left. 

Dick dropped the phone and dragged Damian to him, burying his nose in the Pup’s hair. He was distantly aware of the Beta letting out a hesitant, quiet purr in an effort to calm him, but he couldn’t vocalize his gratitude for the action.

They stayed like that, Dick caging Damian in with his arms and Damian letting him, for about fifteen minutes.

Then Dick shakily raised his head and reached for his phone.

He couldn’t leave Gotham; Tim would never forgive him if Batman left Gotham undefended in such a tumultuous time.

But he knew an Omega who could, would, and would take great pleasure in putting Ra’s down.

~~~~~~

Jason rolled over and answered the phone.

He hadn’t been sleeping anyways, so fuck it.

He held the phone to his ear.

He listened.

Green flooded the room, the source being his eyes, as he sat up.

“Ra’s did fucking what?”

~~~~~~

Tim walked into the meeting room just as Ra’s ended a call with someone.

Using Tim’s phone.

Goddammit, he’d done something to make Tim’s life harder.

The Alpha handed Tim’s phone to a random assassin with a bored-“Destroy this.”

Tim kept his face clear of any emotion. He had the stupid thing cloned anyways, he’d just go find the backup once he was done with whatever Ra’s wanted.

Turned out, Ra’s had gone ahead and grabbed Tam.

Tim could only get Tam back if he took out the Council of Spiders.

Tim did his posturing, as did Ra’s, and the dance was a relatively new one but felt like they’d done it time and time again.

As Tim was being escorted out, though, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Why help me with…with the other thing? If you think you can cash it in later, let me tell you-“

“Why would I deny you an operation I myself had to have to be better?” Ra’s interrupted, genuine curiosity on his face. “I expect you to handle the Council of Spiders, young Detective; you would not be fighting at your best if you did not fit into your own skin.”

Tim was verbally punched into silence.

Huh.

The assassins led him into a different section, into a room that had his Red Robin suit repaired and ready for him.

…Huh.

Tim still intended to cripple Ra’s organization, and it felt gross to have something in common with the Alpha, but the new Omega decided that he could handle the trade of having something in common if it meant finally feeling like himself.

He seriously was going to fuck Ra’s over, though. 

He just had to call basically everyone on his phone’s contact list first to do damage control for…whatever the creep had done.

Fucking Ra’s.

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