#omega Jasontodd

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Proof that Jason Todd would be a mom friend

by sharks_sharks (applecider15)

“Dick wanted me to make sure you weren’t dying, or doing something stupid.” Jason explained.

“Well I’m not.” Tim said. “So, you can go.”

Jason looked over at him, he seemed to be looking for something. Tim didn’t know what but it took everything in him not to squirm under the man’s gaze. “Did you get any sleep last night?” He said finally. “You look like shit.”

Tim groaned. “I did. Can you just leave?” He stiffened when Jason took a step closer.

  “Are you sure you didn’t get hit with Ivy’s pollen?” Jason asked again, and Tim could see the man visibly do a double take.

__

  Tim presents as an omega. Doesn't tell anyone, suffers, and Jason finds out. Hugs.

Words: 6412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Tim whump

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson

Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Omega Tim Drake, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, but its platonic - Freeform, no schmexy schmexy, Not today, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, One Shot, Omega Jason Todd, Beta Dick Grayson, no beta we die like jasontodd ffs

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42025209

[emotionalcello-makefanfics]

We. (Brujay fanfic) Part 2/4

Summary :

Alpha and Omega, more of a curse than a second gender. Theorized to be the nature’s solution of human’s close brush against extinction hundreds of thousands of years ago. It’s truly a blessing that their population is near extinction, not more than 5% of the total. The percentage of them meeting is slim to none. Yet here they are.

Word count : 3.1 k

Part 1

Click link to read on AO3

Click keep reading to read on tumblr~

 In a world where 95% of the population are betas, Jason is an omega, and Bruce is an alpha. No one ever knew their secondary gender, but each other.

Jason presented alone in a ditch after Talia lets him go. A late bloomer. It came as a painful shock, but he had other things to focus on than his gender. Thanks to suppressants and scent blockers, Jason passed as a beta.

Bruce presented when he was 13, at the back of his mind, he knew he’s going to be an alpha. He had scent neutralizing hygiene products to subdue his scent. There is no suppressant for Alphas, but he goes as far as creating one himself when he just can’t rely on the scent neutralizing soaps and deodorants. When he goes out as Batman, he goes for the most full-proof way, and that is scent blocker strips over his scent glands. Anything to make himself pass as a beta.

Between them, the first one who knew the other’s second gender is Jason. He caught a whiff of an alpha scent from Bruce. It was faint, and Jason was still his robin. Through meticulous observation, Jason could see the near-invisible scent blocker on Bruce’s neck. It was so foolproof that no Beta was supposed to notice. Jason had thought that he had a sensitive nose, little did he knew. Jason never confronted Bruce about the second gender, respecting his privacy, and understanding the danger of it ever getting out.

Even after their years-long fight, Jason said nothing. After he presented, he’s even more so careful with what he knows. It would be so easy to fight against Bruce using his weakness as an alpha, but as someone that’s also hiding his second gender, he’ll respect anyone that tried to hide it too.

Jason hides it for the sake of his safety as a whole. Omegas are easily weakened now that heat-inducing drugs are sold publicly as a sex stimulating drug. How easy his enemies can control him with an alpha’s scent and heat-inducing pheromones is like a middle finger from his body.

Even though Bruce can use his second gender to his benefit, he refuses to use it. Though alphas are strong, they’re easily manipulated by an omega scent. They became irrational or in some cases, feral at a scent of omegas in heat, which in some cases can be contained and reproduced.

Though Bruce can easily have his way as an alpha, he can’t risk his identities.

It was a life none of them want.

Jason can’t blindly ignore his second gender if he so desperately wants to. Source of his despise? Heats.

Jason would’ve taken suppressants for the rest of his life and never have heats if he can, but his wretched biology can’t function that way. Once every two years, his body needs to have his heat. Taking the suppressant consistently for more than two years could lead to addiction, drug tolerance, and irregular heats.

When Jason presented in a ditch. Fortunately, he was in a secluded area and the shock makes him forget a couple of days worth of time he spent lying there. Nothing happened to him other than the new smell and dying thirst and hunger.

Two years after that, he needed to have his heat.

Jason weighed his options. He could do this alone, or get some help. The first and obvious choice is to do it alone, and he did just that.

Painful would be an understatement. He had to fight himself for a week, and the worst is the first three days. His phone is destroyed because he was so close to calling anyone in his contact to come and help him... and breed him. Wriggling on top of his bed and never feel comfortable. His blood feels hot like molten lava in his vein, frying up all his senses. He had toys from skinny and long to a girth as thick as his arm, and they all could barely satisfy him. None of them are enough.

And he’s sore. All parts of his body whined and strained, and he’s always so fucking sore all the time.

It’s like being fucked by Satan’s talons, and Jason hates it.

When the second two years' annual heat is coming, and Jason weighs his options again.

He can go through all of this alone again, or have someone help him. Betas are less affected by Omega’s pheromone, makes them a perfect candidate to help him. What stopped him is Jason’s trust issues, none of his friends knew about him being an omega, and all his close friends are either gone or died.

Alphas can help too, the right one can be naturally dependable and caring. Their skin feels soothingly cold against the omega’s heated skin. And Jason only knows one Alpha. Bruce.

It never meant to start as blackmail. Jason just slides into Batcomputer’s encrypted CPU and told Bruce to meet him in a location because he knows Bruce is an alpha.

The location is a safe house that Jason created specifically for his heats. It’s an underground bunker abandoned since world war two. Jason stole the records of the bunker from the Register of Deeds and burns it. For the government and anyone alive, that place doesn’t exist. It was a bunker made by civilians back when the burned down apartment on top of it was farmlands. So it was fairly small and could tightly fit a hundred people in it.

In years between his first presenting heat and the incoming one, Jason turned it into an omega’s haven. A comfortable bed with tons of pillows and more on the closet. Fur carpeting is a must, pastel walls, and a working bathroom complete with a tub. But, just like any other safe house, there's guns on the secret compartment under his bed, a spare of his suit behind the cabinet, and aid kit in the bathroom.

Before the confrontation, Jason already got himself a birth control shot if things go his way. Birth control is hard to get, especially for omegas. As an omega, he could’ve conceived outside of heat with the same rate as a normal beta couple would. But in heat, the percentage of conceiving is 99%. And gods be damned if a child ever conceived between them.

Jason had taken all the precautions needed to be taken down to his words.

When the knight of Gotham entered the room, suspiciously easily when he must’ve expected a lot of alarm blaring, his shock is noticeable. Their dark suit of armor completely out of place in Jason’s pink green lavender pastel walls. Their grimy combat boots are stepping on the fragile soft wool carpeting.

Fighting is inevitable, especially with what Jason about to ask.

“I’m not telling anyone! That’s not why I called you here,” Jason finally snapped after they threw build up misunderstanding at each other.

“Then what is it?”

Shuddering, his hands damp with cold sweat, but he can feel himself turning up in heat. It’s coming and time is ticking against his favor.

This safe house is the most secure and isolated than the rest, and his king-sized super-cushioned bed is begging him to lay there. His helmet feels stuffy and his gear like a sauna. He just wants to peel his gear off and bask in the cold air conditioner.

Too embarrassed to say it, Jason peels off the scent blockers and lets his scent speak for itself.

Batman immediately steps back, and Jason can’t see his eyes in that mask, but his lips pursed deeply.

“No... You passed the age of presenting when you died,” Batman mumbled to himself.

“Guess I’m a late bloomer.” Jason takes off his helmet and takes a deep cool breath. “No one knows you’re an alpha, or me being an omega, so, I... want you to help me with my heat.” With eyes cast down to soft faux fur carpet, he waits.

“So, this is blackmail,” Batman hissed, but Jason caught the snippet of his hitched breath.

Biting off his smirk, Jason sneers, “We both got blackmail material on each other today. I’d say it’s pretty fair.”

Jason peels off his domino mask, and his leather jacket. He doesn’t know where this confidence is coming from. Perhaps seeing the ragged breath of the ever so composed Batman fed his ego.

“I’m not forcing you to help me. You can leave, the door is right there.” Jason drops himself on the side of the bed, taking off his boots and maintaining eye contact with Batman.

“And I’m not going to spill your secret as long as you don’t spill mine.” Jason takes off his body armor. Blood rushed to the surface of his skin, grateful for being unbound.

“And I’ll be right in this bed, writhing, fucking myself alone, begging for an alpha to take me.” The twitch on Batman’s face feeds on Jason’s ego. Not hiding his smirk, Jason takes off his gun holster, and unbuckle his belt.

“Maybe I’ll imagine you fucking me, with this guy over here,” Jason bends over to reach his drawers and pulls up a black knotted dildo.

“Or, you can stay, fuck your first omega, and I’ll treat you like an alpha you are.” By scooting back, his pants peel down.  “No work talk,” he slips his thumb under, “And absolutely no family talk,” and Jason pulls down his pants and it drops to his ankle.

It’s hard to see what’s under that body armor and that annoying bat symbol on his chest, but Batman’s breathing just hitched. Jason kicked his pants away, leaning back with hands sinking into the soft comfortable mattress. Pillows of all kinds surround him, even more, is in the closet. In his omega nest, he opened his legs with a smile that bares his teeth in hunger.

Never has he ever felt this hungry over someone. Jason can’t smell Bruce yet, but just by knowing he’s presenting himself to an alpha, he already feels damp between the legs.

Yet, because Jason knows he will get what he wants.

“Just an omega and an alpha, having a fun heat-induced sex. What are the chances that anyone gets to have this? You can’t find another omega like me, and I’m sure as hell can’t find another alpha...” Jason stares Batman’s gear from the combat boots to the pointy ears, imagining them gone, “...like you.”

By how Batman’s hands finally open from the former tight fists and the parted lips borderline panting, Jason knows he had won.

Black gloves pry opens the mask the blocks his most charming feature. Batman was gone, so was Bruce, and Jason sees a gaze of an alpha. Ice cold eyes lick his skin and leave the spots in shivers. The bright daylight white bulb hides nothing from both of them and Jason uses that in his favor.

Those eyes can see every drop slick between Jason’s legs, every crevice, and features. How long has it been that Jason only gets to see Batman and what remains of Bruce Wayne every time they meet? This time, he finally sees Bruce in a different light.

As Bruce starts to undress, the way he knits his eyebrows shows frustration, but his hands that take off his gear from gloves, cape, and body armor says that he’s undoubtedly willing.

No, Jason isn’t usually like this. He never had the privilege to seduce someone in his favor, they always offer themselves first, but baiting the alpha out of Batman is thrilling enough to make his heart drums. His hands trail from his knee, while piercing Bruce’s ice iris with his own, going up through the lines of muscles on his inner thigh and nest on his damp crotch. When Bruce is finally naked, Jason scoots back to the center of his bed.

“Come here, alpha,” Jason moaned, and obediently, Bruce approach with softer wrinkles on his face.

His rough muscular arms invite themself to loop on Jason’s naked waist, and sliding his knee under Jason’s thigh. Their naked crotch pressed together and Jason’s breath hitched at the contact. The older man dipped his nose right on the scent glands of his neck and inhaled deeply like a hungry man starved of food for days. Jason voluntarily bares his neck so Bruce can have more of him while he’s on a mission of his own.

Bruce’s scent blockers must’ve been his own handicraft. Almost invisible to the naked eye, even as Jason hooked his jaw on Bruce’s taut shoulder Jason couldn’t make it right away. The tips of his fingers nudge the edge of the strong patch, as if to ask permission. Another hand landed on top of Jason, not to stop it, but to grab the patch and strips it out.

Jason goes weak at the immediate scent of distinct musk. Smells of pinewood, with a hint of rose and smog, like dear home Gotham, and musk as the apparent scent of arousal.

Gulping, Jason loops his hand on Bruce’s neck and looks him in the eye. “Rules,” he asserted before he’ll be overcome with heat. “We are not mating, so, no biting on the neck.” Jason grabbed Bruce’s jaw, digging his nails to Bruce’s stubbled face.

Jason is not one to fool himself that he could overpower Bruce, his hormones are begging to submit, and Bruce can push him down and rape him with the power of his scent and growl alone. But Bruce is letting him do this, letting Jason raise his voice and assert his rules. It graces Jason’s face with a satisfied smile.

“I meant the no outside talk. We don’t bring the rest of our life when we do this here, and what we do here doesn’t exist outside this room.”

Jason unclenched his claws and caress Bruce’s face. Definitive jaws, cheekbones and brow bones on his rectangular face. Deep-set eyes that go dark with lust and pale blue irises that glints as Jason licks his lips. Thick, hard angled eyebrow furrows close to his eyes. Every feature of Bruce’s physical form screams alpha, a dashingly handsome one now that Jason gets to see him without the burden of their past and existing relationship.

The alpha finally smiles, making Jason’s heart do funny things. The quirk of his lips and his eyes that smiles along, makes the wrinkles deepen unfairly in his favor. Bruce has never looked this beautiful in his eyes.

“I agreed, what happens here, stays here. And we’ll leave our capes and names out of this,” Bruce’s eyes shamelessly lick him from top to bottom. Bruce finally puts his hand where it belonged, on the side of Jason’s tapered waist and helps himself to feel the crevices of the taut skin.

“Do you have your shots?” Bruce asked, ever the gentleman, a side Jason had never experienced personally before.

“Always.”

“Good.”

A pair of coarse hands clawed his back, holding him tight. A kiss started from the back of Jason’s jaw as the man on top of him breathes in as the kiss trails down to his scent glands. Bruce nips the skin right at the dip of his adam’s apple.

As his lips pressed there, Bruce complimented in a low whisper, “What a sweet omega, so good to me,” and Jason can feel the low rasp of his voice against his sensitive skin. Both the tone and his words set fire under every inch of his skin.

Seconds later he’s pinned down to his mattress by an alpha on rut.

They acted feral for the first time, Bruce bares his fangs, and Jason offers himself wholly. Feeling naked and bare yet safe and freeing at the same time, those components never go along together for them, but in this context, they do so harmoniously.

Jason hates to admit how good he feels under an alpha’s body. To be ravaged and taken. The scent of arousal mixing in the air. The sensation of running out of breath. How close and careful Bruce held him despite both of them on the very edge of losing each other’s control.

The climax is painfully long and hard to reach, but after a couple of rounds, the lust that clouded them has calmed down. The heat subdued. What’s left there is just Jason and Bruce, panting as the knight lay on top of him with arms around his waist and head on top of his chest. Bruce settled there between his legs while the slippery slick is dripping out of him. As he promised, Jason is full of bluing hickeys from his collar bone and down to his inner thighs, no bites.

“Will you regret this?” The words slipped out of Jason’s mouth before he could stop them.

Bruce whispered to his skin, “Never.”

They stopped after Jason’s heat finally ceased on the fifth day. Both lay satisfied as Bruce’s knot deflated while Jason is dripping in them.

After changing the sheets, they shower together, coping a little feel that goes too far that they have to shower again. The scent neutralizing soaps erases all evidence of their sexcapade. His alpha suits up and becomes Batman again.

Just before the knight left, Jason chirped, “See you in two years,” and the black figure stops by the door.

The omega that lay naked in bed to rest, looks up to the rigid form stuck in front of his doorstep.

“That is if you still want to help me with my heats. It’s up to you if you want to tap out.” Jason says incredulously with a grin because the five days they spent together and the shower that they just took shows otherwise.

“It’s not that.”

Jason cocks his eyebrow, “I’m on suppressant, so I only have my heats once every two years,” Jason explains.

“I know.”

Then Batman left, without even leaving a wind behind. Even for Batman’s standard, that behavior is weird, but Jason just shrugged as he takes his time to rest.

  They don’t talk about what they do in this Jason’s heat safe house, and they didn’t talk about who they are when they’re in this nest.

In Jason’s heat safe house, they exist only as an omega and an alpha. They leave their names and capes on the doorstep.

A moment of feral pleasure without ties.

At least, it’s what it supposed to be.

The first one to call is Bruce, a month after Jason has the first heat with him. He hates that this is what it has come to. He cursed the leap on his heart and the smile threatening to his face. Jason picked up to series of dates and times.

Sure enough, they’re back in his safe house with scent blockers off and no heat. Enjoying the rarest pleasure they can only have with each other. Being wholly themselves.

[xx-animegirl-xx]

It happened when Dick was in space. He joined Bruce and the Justice League on a mission in a war-driven planet. Their attempt at negotiations back fire and before the 'neutral earthlings' can depart from the upcoming war, it had already begun. Dick was hit with a radioactive laser beam of somesort while in combat. He didn't expect it to be as severe at first. So once they were able to safely depart, Dick didn't seek immidiate treatment.

Which is a dumb move, as Jason will remind him for the next few weeks time. Because that slip of information caused him to be paralysed from the waist down.

He was warded at the Watch Tower Infirmary bay for 2 whole weeks before he was able to able to discharge home. Alien medications was used, some complication arrised but he was safely healed. He still need physiotherapy though, and he was no where near his previous strength. And feeling a little haggard for wear.

Which is why as soon as he landed on earth at the Bat Cave, he was tackle by a very worried-relief-distress-upset Omega. Jason kept muttering mild insults at the injured Alpha. Calling him an idiot and moron among other things. Jason's grip around his neck tightens with every passing insult. And he could not retaliate any of them because holy shit Jason is Hugging him!

They are still new in their courting. Well more like Dick is trying really hard to court Jason while he just feels insecure about the whole thing. Anytime Dick is being affectionate with Jason, he will tense up. Like waiting for a shoe to drop and expecting Dick will turn on him. Jason is very puzzled why that hasn't happened yet.

So yeah the hug came as a surprise. Dick hugs him back. Jason's body feels small within Dick's arms. But oh so warm. "Hey Little Wing" Dick said in a hoarse voice. He's not crying but is very close to it. Because the past 2 weeks has been an emotional roller coaster ride. And not having his Omega there with him just adds to his stress.

"You're an idiot," Jason responded.

"I miss you too," Dick replied.

That night, Dick made a request for Jason to sleep with him. He was met with a refusal glance. 'It was expected' Dick said in his mind. He was about to take back his request when Jason went out of the room, came back with his own blanket, plop down to Dick's right side of the bed and layed down. He didn't say anything and just lay there in silence. Now Dick felt like crying.

Dick reached for Jason's hand and grip it tightly. Jason reciprocate. He felt asleep like that. In the comfort of his Omega's presence and home. He doesn't know if he will be able to fly like before but for now he is just glad he is alive.

A complement piece to this AU of mine: A Nap

[primeemeraldheiress]

What are the traditional omegan pursuits Omega!Jason would’ve been pointed towards once he was introduced to high society? Did he go to tea parties? Openings of art galleries? Skiing? What was and what wasn’t encouraged?

Holy... holy shit my first ask! Wow...

So I’m going to break this down a little bit and relate it to my Ad Aglaophotis which features a female omega Jason, as well as answer for male omega Jason in general that might apply to more verses.

Ad Aglaophotis:

There was a progressive movement in the 60′s and early 70′s that was pretty successful in eliminating a lot of the blatant sexism in American society. The greatest successes were eliminating omega collaring, allowing omegas to serve in any position in the military/emergency services, and acceptance of omegas in high powered positions like law partners and surgeons. This came with some fringe benefits like less stigma against omegas in the sciences and some minor cultural changes in what was seen as acceptable for omegas. The largest changes were seen in the lower classes but some trickled up to high society.

Beforehand, traditional high society omegan pursuits have very much have been home and community-focused, with some allowances for personal hobby preferences.

Jay would absolutely have been encouraged to attend social events like tea parties and luncheons, classmate birthday parties, pool parties etc. and would be expected to attend a lot of them. Anything to do with the arts. Art galleries, I think, would have been an interest she had on her own and would have been encouraged to grow but I think theater and operas would be where Jay would spend most of her time ‘being seen’. 

But that’s allowances for preferences come in. She’d have had her pick of things like what arts she wanted to patron (because they’d donate, of course.) She could shop, or be interested in restaurants or food (Jay prefers learning to cook, instead, but that’s kept kinda on the DL because it’s unseemly.) She still enjoys reading and that would have been acceptable.

Fem Jay isn’t into designing fashion but she loves to wear pretty dresses because she never got the chance to. Bruce encourages it. She knows how to put together a good outfit for any occasion though and she’s been taught manners and how to handle herself in any occasion courtesy of Alfred. He would also make sure that she could manage a household and any event. She’s into makeup and some traditional ‘feminine’ interests all of which are encouraged.

She could collect things. Jewelry (but Jay’s half-afraid of anything real so she doesn’t wear anything but a pair of earrings unless the occasion demands more), books, porcelain figures, art, tapestry, tea sets: anything not useful and posh. 

If she wants to do an activity, any kind of dance would be acceptable. (In addition to the basic dance training she should already have, follow training only.) Before the movement, something like ballet or ballroom would be her only real choices but that expanded. If she wanted to push the envelope just a bit, she could even pursue a martial art, but only, like, one. Yoga or pilates would be fine. Cycling, etc. Maybe mountain climbing if she’s super adventurous.

Skiing, swimming, boating, anything traditionally wealthy people do is fine.

One big change: she would be encouraged to do something entrepreneurial. Trade stocks, buy a small shop, or something. Learn to manage a business. Alternatively or in addition to getting a business, law or med degree. Something to put herself ‘above’ others. (This would also include taking over a branch of Wayne Enterprises or something)

General Omega Jason:

I would think in general there would be a focus on home and community, some of this will play off what I mentioned earlier with Jay. Mostly ‘soft’ pursuits. Jason would likely be encouraged to continue his love of literature, particularly classics. I’m going to tie this into my answers to @workingchemistry ‘s earlier post, as well...

He’d be encouraged to pursue his minor interest in fashion. Anything in the arts would be highly encouraged, events that would get him seen and setting trends with his fashion and charity work. He’d be encouraged to attend events of classmates (but would probably be expected to attend fewer than Jay). 

He’d also be taught manners and how to handle any situation etc by Alfred but I feel he wouldn’t care quite as much as Fem Jay; wouldn’t take it as much to heart but could still blend in with the upper crust just fine.

Depending on the verse in question, he might be encouraged/required to wear a collar (and hates it.)[I don’t see any male omega Jason cool with it.] He’s probably not encouraged to pursue any higher learning or other opportunities (by society, not Bruce, who would love it if he did) because he should be home taking care of the den and nest and looking for a mate. He would still be encourage to do his best in school and participate in extracurriculars etc. Maybe take up tennis or volleyball or something. He would absolutely not be allowed onto like the football or hockey team at all. Any attempt would just be treated as a poor attempt to hang out with alphas, anyway.

He might be encourage to learn piano or some kind of instrument. He’d definitely be expected to learn about the managing of a household. Not like, how to clean it, but how to handle the staff and how to tell when the staff is cheating you, how to plan menus etc. How to plan events. (There’s probably a goddamn class at Gotham Academy ffs.) Alfred would probably have made all of the boys take the class because he knows them.

Physical activity is more open to a male Jason. Pretty much everything but outright bulking out is good. He should know how to dance, too, for parties. Both lead and follow positions.

That’s all I can think of right now. I’m happy to answer more questions or clarify. Thanks for giving me such an expansive first ask and I’m sorry for commandeering half of it for AA. 

[sakuramikaveranis]

" --Sé que no es de mi sangre—Clark miraba con amor al pequeño—Pero es mi hijo—y besó la frente, para luego acunarlo contra su pecho—Mi pequeño niño - de Mi cachorro (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/vupWknxIE3

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Proof that Jason Todd would be a mom friend

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Mfs6Z3y

by sharks_sharks (applecider15)

“Dick wanted me to make sure you weren’t dying, or doing something stupid.” Jason explained.

“Well I’m not.” Tim said. “So, you can go.”

Jason looked over at him, he seemed to be looking for something. Tim didn’t know what but it took everything in him not to squirm under the man’s gaze. “Did you get any sleep last night?” He said finally. “You look like shit.”

Tim groaned. “I did. Can you just leave?” He stiffened when Jason took a step closer.

  “Are you sure you didn’t get hit with Ivy’s pollen?” Jason asked again, and Tim could see the man visibly do a double take.

__

  Tim presents as an omega. Doesn't tell anyone, suffers, and Jason finds out. Hugs.

Words: 6412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Tim whump

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson

Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Omega Tim Drake, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, but its platonic - Freeform, no schmexy schmexy, Not today, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, One Shot, Omega Jason Todd, Beta Dick Grayson, no beta we die like jasontodd ffs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Mfs6Z3y

[primeemeraldheiress]

Phoenix Among Feathers

Relationship: Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Omega Jason Todd, Female Jason Todd, Beta Tim Drake, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Paranoia, Sibling Bonding, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Relationships, Caretaking, Explicit Language, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Personal Growth

Jay paced back and forth across the room. Frustration and frenetic energy seeped from her frame as she glared at the phone on the breakfast bar. She didn’t really have much of a choice. She knew she was going to have to make the call.

[primeemeraldheiress]

Let You Wash Away

Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Leslie Thompkins

Additional Tags: Female Jason Todd, Omega Jason Todd, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Physical Health Problems, Illness, Alpha Cassandra Cain, Omega Stephanie Brown, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sibling Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Explicit Language, Stephanie Yells A Lot, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Explicit Referenced Past Non-Con, Past Rape/Non-con

“You almost died!” Stephanie snapped. “That’s hardly fine!”

Jay waved a hand flippantly, “Least I’d be out of your hair.” Cass gasped. Stephanie narrowed her eyes and Jay’s stomach dropped. Shit.

[sakuramikaveranis]

Mi cachorro (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/LqICZ0lIE3 Clark es un omega que anhela un cachorro, y la vida le dará uno. Damian es un pequeño que tendrá otro inicio para tener una familia nota: es un superbat, pero más enfocado en el instinto maternal, es del omegaverse (creo) Es un fic más flojo, pero es que se imaginó ayer y nació hoy, así que espero les guste Disclaimer: los personajes pertenecen a…