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[omegadickweek]

Ever wished you could read more stories about Dick developing a soulmark? Like seeing an older omega bond with a younger alpha? Want to see an older Dick as a parent of three? Submit your idea as a prompt for Omega Dick Week 2024!

Not sure what makes a good prompt? Think about your favorite tags that don't include character names on Ao3! Some great prompts from the last couple of years include tropes like "hiding as a beta," "secret identities," and "arranged marriage"; kinks like "breeding," "sexual fantasies," and "multiple partners"; or eras/AUs like "Robin!Dick," "Reverse Robins," and "mafia AU."

If you want to see any of these topics revisited in this years' prompts, be sure to submit them during the suggestion round!

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[cherrymiko-art]

Omega Dick Week 2020 Day 7: Sexual Fantasies

Dick with all his suits it's def hot. F for Jason.

#myart #omegaverse #omegadickweek #jaydick

[goddessofroyalty]

I think I've got a prompt for day 2 of omega dick week? Feral alphas and omega and pup - omega Dick's instincts go haywire upon meeting baby Damian. Lots of nesting and cuddles. This makes the rest of the pack go absolutely batshit (heh), and results in a LOT OF PAIN for the villains of Gotham, who can't wait for Dick's (assumed pregnancy) to be over so that the bat pack calms down somewhat.

Fandom: DC Comics

I did take this prompt a little tongue-in-cheek. IDK that was just how I was inspired to go with it.

Also snapshot style because that worked best for the tone it ended up with.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25567810

“Bruce is that-“ Both Dick and Tim start when Bruce walks into the cave. Their surprise not that, well, surprising to him considering who he has with him.

“Jason?” Tim finishes.

“A baby?” Dick finishes.

They’re both right. Talia having messaged him out of the blue to tell him there was something she needed to show him.

Bruce had feared it a trap. Instead it was his son back from the dead. And a newborn that was apparently also his.

I am sorry my love, I had thought was doing what was best for all, Talia had said. But the situation had changed and being with the Al Ghuls now more dangerous for the two boys so Talia sent them home with their father.

“Is he okay?” Tim asks. The first to break from the apparent frozen-stillness they had both gotten when Bruce had walked into the Batcave to come over to Jason.

“He’s-“ had a few dips in a Lazarus Pit apparently, but Talia had said they were necessary and Bruce himself would have agreed if he had seen the state the boy was in. “Alive.”

“Give him here,” Dick says, suddenly rushing forward and Bruce wonders what Dick thinks he can do for Jason when he realises it’s the baby Dick desperately wants.

It’s a bit odd behaviour but Bruce doesn’t see anything alarming enough to deny Dick his request.

He can admit his heart softens at the sight - his eldest holding his youngest so close, examining the pup’s features as if trying to commit them to memory.

“What’s his name?” Dick asks.

“Damian.” At least that is what Talia told Bruce.

Damian stirs at his name waking up from the sleep he had fallen into on the trip home. Bruce holds his breath waiting for his son to start crying. Instead the boy just stares up at Dick.

“Hi Damian,” Dick says, smiling down at the boy.

“Bruce we should probably do something about Jason,” Tim says, now on Jason’s other side to help support his weight. “I think Dick has Damian under control.”

“Of course,” Bruce says, before realising he hadn’t really thought about what he was going to do with the two once he got them home.

“Do you want to keep him in the cave or bring him to his old bedroom?” Tim asks. Because he’s taken to Robin like a fish to water and knows when Bruce needs suggestions to help him decide what the best play is.

“Not to his room,” Bruce says – it has been far too long since someone was in it. The room no doubt now smelling stale. And the best thing for Jason right now is the pack’s scent. “We’ll take him to the main living room.”

“Okay,” Tim says, more settling Jason’s weight onto his shoulders.

“You know my feet work just fine,” Jason says.

“Wait – you’re lucid?” Tim asks, shifting so he can look at Jason’s eyes. Bruce is sure if his utility belt was within reach the young omega would be checking for pupal response.

Bruce is tempted to go get one.

“Yep – just wanted to see if you’d figure it out yourselves,” Jason says, standing up and stretching.

“Talia didn’t say.” As far as Bruce had been aware Jason was still recovering from his time in the Lazarus pit.

“She thought it would be a good test for you,” Jason says with a shrug.

Bruce finds he’s not even that mad about the fact. Or the fact Talia hid Damian from him either.

He’s just glad to have his sons’ home with him again.

 -------------

 The first sign something might not be right comes later that night when they are heading for bed.

It’s not Bruce deciding to skip patrols. With what he found out that day it made sense he would want to stay home with his boys.

It’s how Dick demands they all sleep in Bruce’s bed.

Which also makes sense. If Bruce’s alpha instincts wanted to make sure his pack is safe after gaining a new pup to it and refinding another than Dick’s omega instincts are no doubt driving him to make sure the pack is still connected and centred.

Except it isn’t just the first night Dick demands it but the one after it.

And the one after that.

And Dick still hadn’t put Damian down for more than five minutes.

“I don’t remember him being this clingy when I was last here,” Jason says, looking a bit apprehensive about being in the nest Dick built in Bruce’s bed. The nest apparently being a permanent fixture now.

“It’s not unheard of for an omega to become increasingly focused on ensuring pack cohesion when a pup is born into the pack,” Tim says. “Of course normally the pup is one they have given birth to.”

He doesn’t add that Dick hadn’t birthed Damian because he doesn’t need to – yet Bruce agreed that it is exactly how Dick is behaving.

“You know I can hear you all,” Dick says, curled around Damian in the centre of the nest.

“Yeah and?” Jason says, because apparently death and a Lazarus pit had given him the want to test his place in the pack – challenging Bruce and Dick to see if the Heads of the pack will give.

“And I can retract my support of you going back out as Robin,” Dick says.

“Alright fine,” Jason says, “I’ll be good.”

 ------------------

 The thing is it isn’t just Dick’s actions that had changed in response to Damian’s arrival. His scent had too. And not just in a way like it had when he first presented changing to indicate to others that he was an omega.

No, Dicks’ new scent seemed to be designed to create a response in the other pack members. A response of wanting to protect him and Damian.

And with how much he was demanding the pack all huddle around him and Damian at night in a nest. Well. There wasn’t really any escaping it.

“Is there something happening I should know about?” Commissioner Gordon asks. His hands in the pockets of his coat as he stands over the bank robbers Batman had bound for him.

“No.”

“Really? Because you normally only leave criminals in such a state when something big is brewing,” Jim says with a nod towards the bruised robbers.

“It’s nothing.”

“Inner pack drama then?” Jim asks. “I thought that had all settled down after you gave Nightwing Bludhaven.”

“It’s under control.” If anything things were going better. Jason was back and the pack all under the manor’s roof.

“If you say so,” Jim says and Bruce doesn’t stick around to find out if there’s anything more he wants to add. Swinging back into the night to the next crime.

 -------------

 On reflection the Commissioner is probably right. Bruce has gotten a bit more brutal in his handling of the criminals in Gotham recently. And it’s because of the shift in his pack because of Damian joining and Dick’s response to it.

Of course he only realises this after he’s agreed to let Jason join him, and Tim, on patrol.

Honestly he would have likely brought Dick with them as well if not for the fact none of them, Dick included, seem to want him leaving the manor currently.

Honestly Bruce doesn’t know if having Dick with them would make the situation better or worse.

“Robin stop!” Bruce orders.

“Which Robin?” Tim yells back as he tries to pull Jason off the adult alpha he’s currently laying into.

Bruce always knew Jason had issues with abusive alphas. Apparently coming back and presenting as an alpha himself has only made it worse.

The omega and pup at the manor giving off pack protect us pheromones is also not likely making Jason any more forgiving.

And honestly between Jason’s alpha growth spirt and Lazarus-enhanced strength Tim doesn’t stand a chance at physically stopping him at all.

“Both of you!” Bruce says, tugging them both back by the scruffs of their necks.

He’s lucky the abusive alpha is too terrified after Jason laying into him to notice the ridiculousness that is Batman scruffing two robins.

“Leave,” Batman snarls at him. “And I’d suggest never laying your hands on an omega again.”

“Ye-yes sir,” the alpha says with blood covering his face before scrambling off.

Only then does Jason slump limp in Bruce’s hold. Although Bruce doubts he’s at all repetitive.

 -----------------

 “He’s not having Nightwing!” Dick snarls, Damian tucked up against his chest because apparently he won’t even put the pup down to argue with Bruce.

And that basically ends the conversation of Jason perhaps borrowing his big brothers hero identity while Dick stays house-bound with Damian.

 ----------------

 “Batboy Bruce, really?” Barbara says, looking over Bruce’s designs for Jason’s new identity instead of the case file he asked her to. “You really need to leave the naming of things to Dick.”

“Bat-copter,” Bruce replies. “Bat shark repellent, Birdarangs.”

“Fair enough,” Barbara says with a laugh. “Speaking of Dick, how are you all going with his pheromones sending you all into protect mode?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bruce doesn’t want to be having this conversation.

“I can smell them too you know,” Barbara says because Dick is as snuggly with her as the rest of them when she visits. “But I can’t do as much damage behind a keyboard. Well, I can, but draining Deathstrokes’s bank accounts doesn’t scratch the itch like punching criminal in the face does.”

“Deathstroke’s dangerous,” Bruce says instead of acknowledging what Barbara is actually saying.

“I’m well aware,” Barbara says clearly unimpressed, likely because she is taking it as Bruce doubting her abilities and not him being concerned for her safety. “And you’re deflecting.”

“I have it under control.”

“Dad doesn’t think so.” Of course the Commissioner talked to Barbara about his concerns about Batman’s behaviour.

“I’m getting it under control.” Now he’s aware of it he can put in place contingency plans to ensure both he and Jason don’t go too far while affected by their need to protect the pack caused by both Dick and Damian.

“If you so say,” Barbara says, her voice and eyes full of doubt.

 -----------------------

 Both Jason and Tim have likely settled themselves into Dick’s nest for the night leaving Bruce in quiet to get ahead on his case research without also supervising his kids. Not that he doesn’t like spending time with them just it’s nice to have time to work by himself.

Of course the plan doesn’t last long.

“Bruce,” Dick says as he walks into the Batcave and Bruce hopes Jason and Tim are asleep or else it won’t be long before they show up as well. “When was the last time you took a break?”

“I have a little more work to do and then I will,” Bruce says. He just wants to get ahead of this research while he can.

“Or,” Dick says, wrapping his arms around Bruce from behind, “you can come upstairs with the rest of us and I can do it tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” Bruce will just get it done now so it’s done.

“Nope, Damian misses you,” Dick says. And it must be whatever is happening with his pheromones that Bruce finds it more convincing than it probably is. “Your son wants you – you know I’ll be able to do whatever research you need while you’re at work tomorrow.”

Dick’s right – he is more than capable of doing the case research. And with Jason and Tim at school he won’t have many distractions either. Plus, it has been a big day for Bruce it will be nice to wind down with his sons.

“Alright fine.”

 -----------------------

 “You know it’s getting hard for me to keep coming up with reasons why I keep staying the night here,” Tim says when it’s just him and Bruce at the breakfast table. Alfred already starting his chores with Jason’s help and Dick gone to change Damian for the day.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Bruce asks.

“I don’t think so,” Tim says. “He doesn’t say it but I think dad’s glad I have an older omega influence in my life – doesn’t want me becoming too business minded. But I think I’m going to be honest with him why I keep staying over. Not the Batman stuff just the… Dick having weird nesting instincts that include me.”

“If you think that’s best.” Bruce figures he should meddle with Tim’s relationship with his actual father as little as possible.

“Hopefully he doesn’t misunderstand and think you got Dick pregnant,” Tim says and it hits Bruce that that might be a possibility.

 ---------------

 “People have always said that about us,” Dick says when Bruce brings up his concerns about people misinterpreting their relationship.

“You never said anything.” If Dick had Bruce would have been sure to down the rumours.

“I thought you knew,” Dick says with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter though. The people who really matter know the truth.”

 --------------

 “So when is Nightwing going to have his baby?” Selena asks, walking along the edge of the roof Bruce tracked her to.

Apparently he was right that tonight’s robbery was just to get his attention. He wishes she would just corner him in galas instead.

“What are you talking about?” Dick wasn’t pregnant. And considering Dick was spending nearly all his time at the manor and not with his Titans Bruce feels fairly secure in that.

“Haven’t you heard?” Selena asks with a too happy smile. “Nightwing is pregnant and that’s why all you bats have decided to be extra harsh on the criminals of Gotham. Or at least that’s the going theory among said criminals.”

That’s exactly the last thing Bruce needed – the underworld gossiping about his pack as much as high society.

“Oh come on Bat,” Selena says with a sigh before walking over and gently cupping his face. “It’s nothing more than a bit of fun for them. Blunt the teeth of the people beating them up every night.”

“It’s not true though.”

“So? Would you rather they know that your pack has come into a pup the same time Bruce Wayne gained custody of his son he previously didn’t know about?”

“Of course not.” There is too much danger of someone putting the dots together and putting his whole family in danger. Damian included.

“Then let them talk. It’s of no consequence to you,” Selena says and Bruce supposes she has a point.

 ---------------------

 “Shit, it’s the Batman!” The street thug says. Abandoning the beta he’s threatening to back up against the ally wall. “Fuck, don’t kill me man!”

“I won’t.” Batman doesn’t kill. And he doesn’t know why everyone is acting like he does.

“No seriously, I’ll go legit, I promise,” the thug says.

“Good.” That is all Bruce actually wanted. Those in Gotham who felt like they had to resort to crime breaking the cycle.

“Alright, cool, we’re cool right?” the thug says.

“Go home.” Bruce is ready for this whole night to be done at this point. He doesn’t know why every thug and goon in Gotham is acting like he’s going to suddenly flip out and beat them to death.

“Right, of course, right away sir.” The thug scrambles to his feet and bolts. Bruce hopes he does go home and not to find a new victim. Hopes he does break the cycle.

Right now he needs to check on the almost-victim.

“Are you alright?”

“Sure,” the beta says, dusting himself off. “Can I just say though I for one am glad for whatever has happened in your pack to get you tougher with these crooks – it’s the only language they understand.”

“I’m getting it under control.” There were less slipups where Bruce only realised he was being too rough after he permanently broke a nose. Jason was also getting his previous hair-trigger temper under control more. Both of them learning to overcome the instincts Damian and Dick had raised in them.

“Well, you’re doing good work in my books!”

 ------------------

 “You know I was thinking,” Dick says after they’ve all settled into the nest he’s built for the night.” With Damian settling in more I should get back on the streets as Nightwing.”

It may be for the best. Maybe seeing Nightwing again out fighting crime will stop the rumours that he is pregnant.

On the other hand will it make Bruce and Jason’s instincts to protect the pack all the worse seeing the member causing it will be out on the dangerous streets of Gotham?

“Well, what do you think Bruce? Can you let me patrol your city?” Dick asks like it’s a joke. Because of course Bruce shouldn’t have a problem with Dick patrolling Gotham again.

From the other side of the nest Jason shoots Bruce a look that makes it clear his own doubts about how well their controls will hold up with Dick out fighting criminals as well.

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[spoilednoodels]

For Omega Dick Week Day 2: Omega & Pup!

From my twitter (@noodel_doodle)!

Day 1 can be found on my nsfw blog, @noodel-doodle18 

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[heyitsani]

I Cannot Be Broken

Omega!Dick Week Day 5: MILF!Dick

Word Count: 2898

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Talk of past Non-Con (nothing graphic) and Robincest (obviously)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: James Grayson-Todd finds out some of his dad's past after an Alpha gets a little too friendly with the other man while picking James up from school.

Notes: This mentions the situations with Mirage and Catalina but without any kind of detail.  It also deal with unsavory intentions that are not acted upon.    

Also, I skipped day three and four on purpose.  I will not be posting day three, but day four will come tomorrow after I post my story for the prompt I picked for day six.  Day four would have spoiled day six so I chose to wait.  Sorry not sorry.

You can also read this on AO3 here

“Is that your dad?”  James looked up from his phone to see his dad leaning against the Bentley while surrounded by a group of women and men, cooing over the infamous Richard Grayson.  It took all his will not to roll his eyes at the sight, having seen it so many times in the past.  But it was rare to have his dad pick him up from school and not Alfred.  The worst part about the crowd was that his dad hardly ever noticed the attention, yet it persisted.

His papa had said it was because his dad was unable to see himself the way the world did.  There were too many people in his past that had taken advantage of his dad and now his self-image was shattered.  Too many promises to love, care, and cherish his dad that had eventually been broken and then the blame for those broken promises placed on him instead of where it belonged.  It had made James cry for his dad at first, but then his papa had said it was in the past.  And all they could do was shower him with affection and love now.

“Jamie,” his dad smiled brightly when he spotted James and pushed through the crowd, going straight for his son.

“Hi Dad,” the boy greeted, easily slipping into the waiting arms despite most kids shying away from affection at the age of thirteen.  James could hear the tittering behind his dad and the snickers from his classmates, but he didn’t care.

“Uncle Dick!”  James released his dad and shot a glare at the kids who were watching them as his cousin Harper, Uncle Tim and Uncle Kon’s daughter, came bouncing up to them and demanded a hug.

“Dude,” James looked at Robert when he materialized next to him.  “Your dad is a total MILF.  Look at that crowd.”

“Ew, don’t talk about him that way.”  Shoving his best friend’s shoulder, James looked back to where his dad was still chatting with Harper.  He was aware that his dad was a good-looking man.  You’d have to be blind not to noticed and even then, James had a feeling a blind person would still know.  Because he wasn’t just beautiful outside, but inside as well.  Dick Grayson was the kind of Omega that if he were to write about him in an English paper, he would be considered Mary Sue because as far as James was aware, his dad had no flaws.  At least ones outside of his abysmal self-worth.

His dad was the kind of man who would give anything to protect others.  And he did just that, each night as Nightwing.  And he had done it back when he had been Officer Grayson for a brief moment, long before James had been born.  And he did it whenever he saw someone in need on the streets of Gotham.  It had always been a point of contention between him and Papa, who had to scold him constantly for trusting strangers in a city like Gotham.

And while it was amusing to see his papa treat his dad like a child in those lectures, it was concerning at times how his dad was too trusting.

“It’s true dude, whether or not you want to admit it.”  James just rolled his eyes and frowned at the man who had separated from the group of fans that his dad had previously been surrounded by.  The look of him immediately caused the boy’s hackles to rise and he moved closer to his dad.

“Richard, here is my card.  Please call me about that coffee date to discuss the possibility of WE getting involved with the charity.”  His dad took the card and James didn’t miss the way the Alpha’s fingers lingered against his dad’s.

“Thanks,” his dad said brightly, but it was too bright.  James had learned how to spot the mask that his dad wore in real life now and again when he was in situations he didn’t feel comfortable in.  Stepping closer to his dad, James gripped his hand. 

“Dad, is Papa home yet?  I wanted to ask him about something with my homework,” James interrupted anything the strange alpha might have said in response, pulling his dad’s eyes down to him.  He could tell his dad knew it was a lie.  His papa had mentioned he would be home late that night when they had been having breakfast that morning and he knew his dad knew he remembered.

“I do believe he is.  Shall we?  Harper, is your dad coming to get you or would you like a ride?”

“Uncle Jon is coming to get me.  I’m going to hang out with him and Uncle Dami today.”  James kept his eyes on the alpha who had narrowed his eyes at the blatant dismissal.  When the dark eyes shifted to James, the teen smiled innocently at the man before letting his dad pull him along to the waiting car.

“Nice seeing you all,” his dad said kindly as he opened the door for James, who waved to Robert as he remained on the steps and watched with observant eyes.  James slipped into his seat and waved his phone at Robert as his dad rounded the car and slipped inside.  The instant the door was shut, James heard the rush of air his dad let out.

“Dad?”  James waited for his dad to look over at him before he did or said anything else.  When the older Todd-Grayson looked over at him, James reached for his hand.  “You okay?”

“How do you feel about stopping by to see Papa?”  James nodded but frowned.  Spontaneous visits while his papa was working were rarely a good thing.  “I’m good, baby.  I just could use a little more stabilizing than just his scent back home.”

“Want me to call him?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”  James nodded and pulled out his phone.  He ignored the text from Robert asking what had exactly happened a few minutes ago and pulled up his papa’s number, hitting call.  The phone rang a through to the point that James was fairly sure he was going to get voicemail until it clicked as it connected.

“Jamie, you okay?”  And of course his papa would think something was wrong.  James never called while he was working unless it was an emergency.

“I’m okay, Papa.  But Dad and I are going to come by.  We just wanted to let you know.”

“What happened?  Is your dad okay?”  There was some mumbling in the background and a growl from his papa.  “Handle it.  I have something to take care of that is more important.”

“He said he’s good, but something weird happened at school.  I think he just needs to see you.”  James heard his papa grunt over the phone and then a door shutting.  “We’re turning onto the street from school now.”

“I’ll be in my office; Sheila is being told you’re coming now.  Just come right up.  Let me talk to Dad.”

“Papa wants to talk to you,” James held the phone out to his dad, despite knowing neither of them liked talking on the phone while driving. 

“Jay,” his dad said, voice slightly more strained than it had been just moments ago.  “No, I just need to see you for a moment.  I know you’re busy today.  I just need a few minutes.”  There was a pause in the conversation on his dad’s end and James tried to strain his hearing to listen to what his papa was saying but he wasn’t having any luck.  “No.  No, Jay.  I know.  I’ll explain when we get there.”  His dad listened, glancing over at James for a moment before he came to a stop in front of the building.  “We’re here.  No.  We’ll be up in a minute.”

His dad didn’t bother saying anything else before he hung up the phone and handed it back to James, who watched his dad closely as they got out of the car.  The familiar mask of Richard Grayson-Todd slid back into place and James just frowned more.  He hated that mask.

“Hello you two!”  Sheila’s ever cheerful voice greeted them as they stepped inside after his dad handed his keys off to the valet out front.  “Mr. Grayson-Todd is already up in his office.  Can I send anything up?”  She asked as she held out a bar of chocolate that she kept in her desk just for James.

“Thanks, Sheila,” James muttered as he took the bar.

“Thank you, Sheila.  I think we’ll be fine though.  This is a short visit; I know his calendar is full today.”  The girl nodded sagely to his dad and James could see that she could see the cracks in his mask.  She had been working for his papa for long enough that she knew them before they were married in the eyes of the public.  “Call me later tonight, I’d love to have you and Gracie over for lunch this weekend.”

“Of course,” she smiled brightly, turning back to the computer she had been focusing on before they had come in.

“Come on, Jamie,” his dad said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder to guide him to the elevator.  The palm scanner allowed them access to the top floor where his papa’s office was located without having to key in the security code, and soon enough they were headed up.

The doors hadn’t even opened and they could already hear his papa growling at someone.  And he heard his dad sigh in response.  But he didn’t smell annoyed or frightened.  No, he smelled guilty.  But James couldn’t figure out why.  He hadn’t done anything.

“I said to handle it,” the doors opened to reveal his papa talking on his phone with his back to them.  But the sound of the door opening caught his attention and he turned toward them, visibly sniffing the air before frowning at his mate.  James stepped forward and gave his papa a hug before heading down the hall to where the kitchen was located so he could get a drink for himself.

A glance back before he entered the room revealed his dad with his face buried in his papa’s neck and his papa’s arms wrapped tightly around his dad.  A sight he had seen plenty of times in the past, but this was different.  He couldn’t put his finger on the reason why, but it was.

The clock on his phone told him that about twenty minutes had passed when his papa came in to find James sitting at the table eating the chocolate Sheila had given him.

“Hey buddy,” his papa greeted, dropping into the chair across from him.

“Is Dad okay?”  He watched his papa nod his head as he broke off a piece of the chocolate for himself.  “What was wrong?”

His papa sighed and leaned back into his chair, glancing over his shoulder toward the door before looking back to James.  “You remember the talk we had about the people who had used your Dad for their own devices and hurt him in the process?”  James nodded; he would never forget that conversation.  “Well, a few of those times it was…physically focused.”

“Physically?  Like because he’s good looking?”  His papa raised an eyebrow.  “Kids at school call him a MILF.”  The older man snorted at that.

“Oh, Dick would hate that.  Don’t ever tell him.”  He let out a few more chuckles, shaking his head, before he went back to serious.  “But no, not because he’s good looking.  I mean in more nonconsensual ways.  Do you understand?”  It took a moment for it to hit him but then James jerked back, and his eyes flew toward the door.

Rape.  His papa was referring to rape.

“But…that…”  He looked down at the table and tried to figure out what to do with that information.  It made sense.  His dad hated when people outside of the family and their close friends touched him without him initiating it.  And the air had shifted when that alpha had touched his fingers earlier while handing over the card.

“I can see you working out the issue in your mind right now.  You understand what the trigger was today?”

“That alpha…”  His papa nodded and sighed.  “But I don’t understand why we had to come here?  People have touched him without his consent before and I’ve never seen him react like this.”

“I’m usually already there.”  That was true.  “And the intention matters.  Your Dad said that he could smell what that piss poor excuse of an alpha wanted,” his papa growled.  “And that he knew about me but broadcasted his intent clearly anyway.”

That was disgusting.

“It’s not a part of your Dad’s past that he likes to have known, but we both thought you deserved an explanation.  And now you know for future incidents.”  James nodded, pushing the rest of the chocolate away no longer interested in it.  “He’s also going to be a bit on the smothering side tonight.  He doesn’t like that you had to witness this.”

“He’s always so good at hiding things.”  His papa hummed.  James had to wonder how many times his dad had been hurt before he had learned how to fool the people around him.  “Papa?”

His papa hummed again and watched him from his spot, rocking onto the back two legs of the chair he sat in.

“Does Grandpa know about what happened to Dad?”

With a shake of his head, his papa set his chair on all four legs and folded his arms on the tabletop.  “Your dad will never admit it and the rest of the family is probably in denial about it, but Dick is his favorite.  It’s not a purposeful thing and it’s not really anything Dad has done.  Not even anything the rest of us have done,” his papa explained.  “But your dad was B’s first kid.  And he was basically sunshine personified, he still is despite all the shit he’s gone through.  But Dick came to him when B needed that.  He chose your dad.  Yes, he chose Uncle Tim, Uncle Duke, me and Aunt Cass, but Dick was the original.  And Dick is everything I think Bruce wished he could be.”

James could see that.  He knew that his grandfather’s parents had died when he was about the same age that his dad’s parents had died.  And despite that tragedy happening in front of both of them, they were like night and day.

“So, what does that mean?”

“It means that while Bruce couldn’t avenge me for what the Joker did, he wouldn’t have hesitated to do it for your dad.”  James opened his mouth to argue that fact, but his papa held up a hand to stop him.  “I got over that fact a long time ago.  Your dad helped me move past that hatred and anger, and B and I were able to deal with our issues.  But Bruce has been kept in the dark about this for that specific reason.  He never would have hesitated to take out the people who hurt your dad.”

James considered what his papa said before sighing.  “What about you?”

“What about me, pup?”

“What did you do when you found out?”  He watched as a dark look passed over his papa’s face and that was enough of an answer for James.  The people who had touched his dad in that manner would never touch someone like that again.

“Hey Jamie, you ready to head home?”  James and his papa looked up at his dad who was now leaning against the doorway.  He looked significantly better, but still a bit frayed around the edges.  “Travis is here to collect you for that meeting off site,” his dad told his papa, who swore under his breath and pushed out of the chair.

James stayed seated while his papa walked over to his dad and placed his hand against his neck, leaning down to kiss the top of his dad’s head.  “I can figure the rest of the night out if you need me to come home early.”

“I’m okay, Jay.  This was enough.  I’m going to stay in tonight though.” 

“I’ll call Damian and Jon?”

“Nah, I’ve already asked Tim if he and Kon could do a sweep since Harper is with Dami.  We’ll see you when you get home, though.”  His papa nodded and pressed a kiss to his dad’s lips before slipping out of the kitchen.

“Take care of your dad, Jamie.  Call me if you need to,” he called out, glancing over his shoulder to give James a look that his dad couldn’t see.  James only nodded before looking back to his dad.

“Can we order pizza?” James asked, standing from his chair and grabbing the remaining chocolate to hand to his dad, who always had a sweet tooth.  The man chuckled softly and took the candy.

“Yeah, Jamie.  We can get pizza.”

“And build a nest in the living room to eat and watch a movie in?”

“That sounds perfect, pup.  Just perfect.”  James felt relieved when his dad leaned down to kiss the top of his head and he saw his papa nodding his approval halfway down the hall.  Shower him with love and affection.  James could do that.

#omegadickweek #omega dick grayson #omega nightwing #alpha jason todd #alpha red hood #nightwing #red hood #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #kon-el #conner kent #timkon #jaydic #damijon #tw: noncon

[rawrbin1]

Omega Dick Week Day 1: Breeding

Breeding (6521 words) by Rawrbin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Jason Todd, Breeding, Medical Procedures, Impregnation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scent Marking, Forced Pregnancy Series: Part 1 of Omega Dick Week 2020 Summary:

"I may have already figured out a way to get him out of this," the only beta in the room chimes in, furiously typing away at his laptop. "I can hack into their database and mark Dick Grayson as having already undergone the procedure. Then we can keep him out of the public eye for nine months, Bruce can spin a story of riding out his pregnancy in luxury overseas, then he'll return once the nine months are up with no one any wiser."  Everyone in the room pauses, pondering Tim's plan. Jason has to admit, it's a bit better than "take on all of Gotham and US law enforcement with a katana." He can already feel a bit of the tightness in his chest loosening at the realization that Dick won't be subjected to that. It seems there is one person in the room who does have a problem with the plan though. "No." 

-

When a pandemic renders female betas infertile, a new law forces omegas to enter a breeding program and carry a child for a beta couple. Omega Dick Grayson may be forced to enter the program, but Jason Todd isn't going to let him go it alone.

Written for Omega Dick Week Day 1: Breeding.

#omegadickweek #jaydick #jaydickfic #omegadick #alphajason

[carbonjen]

Summary

After having twins, Jason and Dick are having the family over for dinner for the first time.

For Omega Dick Week 2020

Day 2- Feral Alphas (kind of), Omega and Pup Day 3- Breastfeeding

#Jaydick #OmegaDickWeek2020 #Omegadickweek #my writing #my fic #carbon writes

[elwon]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: White Knight (Comics), Titans (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Omega!Dick Grayson, Alpha!Jason Todd, Unexpected Heat, Smut in Chapter 2 Only, Rimming, genital piercings, Anal Sex, Knotting Summary:

a collection of fics for Omega!Dick Week 2020 from the prompts: Day 2: Reverse Robins Day 3: White Knight and Day 6: Titans/Robin!Dick.

Title from Bob Ross!

#jaydick #elwon fic #omegadickweek

[stardustdrafts]

Omega!Dick Week - Day 1 || Discowing

pairing: dickwally rating: M-ish (???) word count: 1,431 warning: a/b/o verse, sexual themes but nothing really happens

   It’s been nearly a month since the costume change from Robin to Nightwing and Wally just can’t keep himself from staring at his lover. The new suit is an upgrade from the last and while it doesn’t show as much skin as the Robin suit, it still shows enough to grab the speedster’s full attention. Wally can admit that he was disheartened when he saw that Dick had covered those powerful thighs(and he’s made sure to let Dick know of his heartbreak only to have his lover laugh at him), but it's easy enough to get over when the fabric of the suit is so tight it looks almost as if it’s painted on. Plus the new suit doesn’t completely leave him covered, much to Wally’s excitement.

   The front of his chest is exposed tastefully, the deep V cut of the top half of the suit stops just under the sternum, exposing just enough skin to tease what’s under the rest of the tight fabric. Wally’s thought about running his fingers along the exposed skin there, push aside the open fabric and pepper small kisses across his chest, nip at his collar bones until they’re covered in small bruises and love bites. But what really gets him the most the high collar that exposes his neck.

   This… Wally is embarrassed to admit to, he’s embarrassed to admit that seeing Dick freely expose his neck like this makes his mouth water. Alpha instincts come forth and it gives him the urge to bite and claim what’s his. He wants to do nothing more than pull Grayson close and sink his teeth into his lover’s unmarked neck and let the world know that he belongs to him and him alone.

   “Hello? Earth to Wally.” Wally doesn’t even hear him, he just keeps staring at Dick’s exposed chest and neck completely lost in his thoughts. He doesn’t even notice Dick making his way to where he was seated on the couch until he hears the omega speak up again.

   “You keep staring,” Dick says as he stands in front of Wally, head cocked to the side as he looks down at his lover. Wally didn’t even notice how close Dick had gotten until he was right in front of him, looking up at Dick with a confused expression. “Everything alright?” Dick raises a brow.

   Crap.

   Wally didn’t even realize that he had spaced out while looking Grayson over, watching as he moved around the living room of the Tower. Now he’s standing over him and the alpha gets a perfect view of Dick’s chest and he has to stop himself from reaching up to just… touch.

   “Ugh…” Is all Wally can manage to get out, doing his best to look the acrobat in the eyes and not at his bare chest or neck. Dick cracks a smile and Wally can’t help but take a nervous gulp under his lover’s predatory gaze. Oh yeah, Dick definitely knows what he’s doing to him in an outfit like this.

   “I take it you see something you like~?” Dick lets out a purr and puffs out his chest to show it off. Wally can feel his mouth go dry and all he can do is nod his head and reach out to his lover, gently placing his hands on Dick’s hips-- not really gripping onto him, just holding him there as he gazes up at the omega before him in awe.

   Grayson tilts his head and exposes more of his neck to Wally, grinning at the speedster like he knows the tempting offer makes his teeth ache to bite down on the scent gland at the base of his neck. And fuck maybe he does know but right now Wally can’t bring himself to care as he pulls the acrobat into his lap. Dick lets himself be pulled, sliding gracefully into Wally’s lap like he belongs there with his legs on either side of Wally’s hips as he settles down comfortably. And fuck he really does belong there because Dick fits so perfectly against him and once he’s fully seated the alpha grips his hips and pulls him closer while burying his nose in his neck.

   Dick lets out a soft chuckle, putting his hands on his lover’s shoulder to help keep him close-- not that Wally will let him go anywhere, mind you. “The suit really gets you this riled up, huh?” And he sounds so proud when he speaks, bringing one hand from his lover’s shoulder to tangle in his hair and run his fingers through the short strands.

   This only seems to encourage Wally’s nuzzling as the alpha moves his nose along his mate’s neck and continues to pull him closer by the hips. Dick lets out another soft chuckle as he tilts his head to give the alpha more room at his neck which he gladly accepts. It’s not long before Wally starts to mouth at Dick’s neck, kissing and nipping his way up until he reached the base of Dick’s ear before moving back down to the front of his throat. He gives a soft bite to the other man’s throat, almost as if he’s testing the waters and he smiles a bit when he hears Grayson let out a content sigh and relax against him.

   Wally lets his hands wander up to Dick’s torso, cupping the man’s chest and kneading for a moment before letting his fingers teasing the nipple that’s hidden under the fabric. Dick arches under the attention, letting out a purr to show his approval and Wally’s fingers itch to get under the fabric but he somehow manages to hold himself back for the moment and decides to continue on with his teasing to get more of those nice sounds coming from Grayson; obviously very pleased with himself about making his omega feel good.

   The alpha also takes this chance to rake his teeth over the skin of Dick’s neck, kissing and giving a soft nip here and there. But oh how he wishes to really sink his teeth into his mate’s neck and the thought alone makes his teeth ache again. He makes his way back down to the base of Dick’s neck humming at the pleasant smell coming from the scent glade there-- soft and sweet and warm, like home.

   He bites down on the gland, not enough to break the skin but enough for Grayson to feel it and maybe leave just the faintest hints of indentations. Dick lets out a gasp in response, nails scraping against Wally’s scalp and bucking his hips. Wally can feel Grayson pause and tense up, thinking he may have done something wrong he pulls back(as much as he hates doing so) and looks at his lover with a gentle, but worried expression. He knows that Dick isn’t quite ready for a formal bond yet, they’ve talked about it before and while it's something they both want, he’s just not ready--!!

   “Oh~.” Dick sounds pleased and begins to purr again, leaving Wally a bit confused until he feels Dick roll his hips in his lap and the alpha lets out a choked helpless moan. “That excited just from the suit?” Fuck. Wally hadn’t even realized he was hard until now and when Dick rolls his hips again he whines and buries his nose against the scent gland. He can smell the arousal blooming, coming forth in such a thick sweet scent that leaves Wally feeling like he’s blissfully drowning in honey. The alpha’s grip on his lover’s hip tightens, pulling him as far down as he can and rolls back up into Dick.

   “C’mon.” Dick manages to get up and pull away from his lover and Wally can’t help but whine as his lover slips out of his lap and starts to move away. “Might not be such a smart idea to keep this going out here in the living room where anyone could walk in.” And the thought alone of any other of the alphas in the Tower walking in and seeing Dick like this made his possessive instinct roar and he actually growls. Wally gets up a little too quickly and nearly tips over his own feet as he makes a beeline to his mate. Dick can’t help but chuckle softly and hold his hand out for Wally to take, which he gladly did as the omega leads him to his nest.

   Wally makes a quite promise to himself that he’s going to mark up every visible inch of skin that can be seen through the suit.

#omegadickweek #omegadickweek2020 #birdflash #dickwally #dick grayson #wally west #drabbles; #// #posting like a day early because i'm probs gonna be busy tomorrow

[incorrectgrayson-toddquotes]

Dick: Jason, I heard that you had a bad day. Do you want to-

A 13 yrs dumb Jason, without thinking: IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OMEGA!

Dick: *gasps*

Bruce, warningly: Dick.

Dick, holding Jason’s throat: You speak to me or anyone like this again, and I will make sure you won’t be able to say anything sexist. Am I clear?

Jason, terrified: *nods*

-

A 10 yrs dumb Damian, without thinking: IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OMEGA!

Dick: *gasps*

23 yrs Jason: *literally cracks laughing*

#incorrect Grayson-Todd quotes #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #is it this week? i forgot again #omegadickweek #omegaverse

[nenkocchi]

Day 1 of Omega Dick Week!

Prompt: Pregnant!Dick

Pairing: Jaydick

#omegadickweek #jaydick #jason x dick #mpreg #omegaverse #my art

[omegadickweek]

Sunday, April 21st is the last day to submit your prompt suggestions for Omega Dick Week!

Want to see omega Dick as a prince, a housewife, a space cadet? Like the thought of him pregnant, tied up, or going through his first heat? Make sure to submit your idea through our submission form, and we'll see you next week for prompt voting!

#omegadickweek #omegadick #dick grayson #dc events #nightwing #dc omegaverse

[cherrymiko-art]

Omega Dick Week 2020 Day 4: Free Day - Single Parent

This is an au I have since last year. So Dick still has amnesia and still be Ric and all but the reasons now he doesn't want to be near nor related to the Batfam is because he now has a baby to take care off. It makes more sense than the entire bullshit canon arc.

#myart #omegaverse #omegadickweek #the father can be anyone for you but in my head #jaydick

[goddessofroyalty]

For the Omega Dick week lactation prompt if you haven't got an idea already! Dick nursing his pup gets his alpha\s high. Like the pheromones, and happy baby and all the good things is just the best smell in the world. And all Dick's alphas can do is stare and sigh dreamily. Dick finds this hilarious

Fandom: DC Comics

I did a ‘four times’ style fic for it. I just couldn’t seem to get it to work with all of them in the room, but I feel like this still hits what the prompt was going for.

Pairings: Roy/Dick, Garth/Dick, Wally/Dick, Kori/Dick

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg, breast-feeding

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25647127

Dick will admit he knows what he’s doing. Not to anyone of course, but to himself he will admit the reason why he often settles into the main lounge room of the Titans Tower to feed Jake.

Jake doesn’t care. At four months old all Jake still cares about is that his belly is full, his bum is clean, and there is someone there to comfort him. So long as he gets those things he doesn’t care if his silly dam is using him for a little game of his own.

And, hey, maybe the game might get Jake another sibling – not that Dick is quiet ready to be seriously thinking about that yet.

Roy shows up this time. Which isn’t that surprising seeing he was in the kitchen when Dick settled onto the couch.

Dick does idly wonder about what lunch has been abandoned when Roy’s arms snake over his shoulders and down his sides.

“Hey pretty bird,” Roy says, although it really is more of a low rumble as he nuzzles against Dick’s neck. His hands settling on Dick’s hips. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine. And you don’t need to use pick-up lines on me – you already got what you wanted,” Dick says, keeping his voice dry.

“Oh my want for you will never be satisfied.” Roy sounds almost drunk. But Dick knows better than to think the alpha currently is.

Drunk off pheromones maybe but it has been a very long time since Roy last touched a bottle of booze.

“Really, even with my post-baby body?” Dick asks.

Roy just snorts at it.

“You can cut that crap – most omegas would be jealous of the body you got only four months after having a kid.”

Dick knows it’s true. Just as he knows he won’t be satisfied until he’s able to fit back into a Nightwing costume and swing around the rooftops of the city again.

“Although,” Roy continues, his hands slipping under the back of Dick’s track-pants. “If you’re looking for a more tangible reminder of how freaking hot you are I would be more than happy to provide.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dick says. “But don’t you have your lunch to worry about?”

“Nah, this is better than food.”

“Roy – go eat,” Dick says, pushing the alpha’s face away.

“Gonna’ take a bit more than that to convince me,” Roy says.

“How about my hands are full right now,” Dick says with a nod towards Jake who’s still happily feeding while watching the exchange – still amazed at all the sights of the world. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I’ll be holding you to that,” Roy says as he pulls away.

He won’t.

Sure, even without the pheromones affecting his brain Roy will still be a bit of a horn-dog with sex always on mind. But he also isn’t one to trade it for anything. At least not seriously.

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 Dick once again settles onto the couch to feed Jake. This time though it is Garth who comes to join him.

“I thought that was what I could smell,” the alpha says.

“I’m sorry if I distracted you from what you were doing,” Dick says, not actually that sorry at all. He will admit he likes how easy it is to draw his alpha’s attention to him just by feeding their pup.

“If it was a distraction it certainly isn’t an unpleasant one,” Garth says, coming over. And while Dick wouldn’t call the movement stalking, it certainly is more consciously purposeful than Garth normally moves.

“Then what would you call it?” Dick asks.

“Fascinating,” Garth says. “It’s different than how I thought it would be.”

Different because Dick is a human and not a fellow Atlantean.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected.” Sometimes Dick wonders about his right to be with so many powerful people even though he reminds himself he earned his place on the team with them.

��It’s not a bad thing,” Garth says, sitting next to Dick.

He reaches over to play with Jake’s hair. The action seeming to be aimed at grounding himself if the deep, conscious breathes that joint it are any indication.

Jake doesn’t seem bothered by it. Eyes idly switching between Dick and Garth’s faces.

“It’s interesting how the same scents create difference results in the receiver,” Garth says. “To Jake your scent is calming. But for us alphas it’s… intoxicating.”

“It’s designed to keep you interesting while Jake gets the chance to grow under my complete attention.” Give the current pup the complete resources of the pack without risk of the alphas losing interest for another omega.

Garth’s face twists at it.

“To think humans needed such a biological feature to ensure that,” Garth says.

It’s Dick’s face that twists at that.

“It’s not just humans that have it.” It was a trait found in other mammal species but especially Apes. Likely a hold-over from before humans even branched off into their own evolution.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Garth says.

“I know.” Dick does. But he also finds the idea of it and what evolutionary purpose it served sitting on him uncomfortably.

“Do you want me to leave?” Garth asks.

“No.” It’s nice to have an alpha next to him and Dick can comfortably lean against Garth while feeding Jake without worrying about him getting too handsy.

“Alright.”

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 Dick doesn’t always intentionally position himself near his alphas when nursing Jake to get a reaction out of them. Sometimes it’s just because it’s convenient to eat his own breakfast while Jake nurses.

The fact Wally comes in from his morning run while Dick is successfully multitasking is a pure coincidence.

But, okay, maybe Dick does take a little pride in making the Speedster stop dead in his tracks.

“Morning,” Dick says between mouthfuls of food.

“Uh, are you sure you’re comfortable doing that there?” Wally asks. And Dick would have to hang up his cowl and retire if he didn’t pick up on the blush on the alpha’s cheeks.

“Sure – I mean I’ve got Jake balanced pretty well so it’s not too awkward.”

“No, I mean feeding him in the middle of the kitchen like that,” Wally says. And he doesn’t realise how he’s falling into the trap Dick decided to build after his first question.

“Sure.”

“But anyone could walk in!”

“Yes,” Dick says with a laugh because it knew it had been coming. “But most don’t get horny at it like you do.”

“What?” The blush on Wally’s cheeks rises. Probably feeling called out for being a pervert. When really it’s a bit more complicated.

“Yeah, Tim says it feels calming when he’s around when I’m nursing,” Dick says, putting his spoon down and grabbing the tea-towel he brought over to burp Jake over his shoulder. “But Tim’s not one of my alphas.”

“Right,” Wally says and Dick has a feeling it’s clicked for him.

“I’d be more worried if Roy walked in than Raven. Even then I wouldn’t call it worry.” More worried about someone walking in after Roy, seeing how the alpha seemed to get a bit handsy when Dick is nursing.

“Uh, sorry for overreacting then,” Wally says, scratching the back of his head. Because he knows he’s probably the most conservative of Dick’s alphas and Roy, at least, doesn’t miss an opportunity to rag on him for it.

“It’s fine,” Dick says standing up to walk over. “Just change Jake to make up for it.”

It’s a bit mean to use Wally’s embarrassment to get him on diaper duty instead. Especially when Dick somewhat led Wally into the embarrassing comment. But honestly Dick doesn’t care – it means one less he has to change himself.

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 It’s 2AM and Dick should probably feel more tired than he does feeding Jake as he watches the Titan’s monitors. But honestly he’s probably had more sleep since Jake’s birth than he had in the years before he found out he was pregnant.

So when Kori returns from taking care of the robots attacking a cinema Dick is in no hurry to get back to bed.

He knows as soon as Kori walks in that while she may want to go to bed she’s in no hurry to go back to sleep.

“You are so attractive like this,” Kori says because she’s never been one to deny her wants. “If makes me want to take you to bed and ensure you won’t easily walk in the morning.”

“Fuck,” Dick says because how else is he supposed to respond? Even after all this time with her he still finds himself blindsided by how forward she can be.

“That to,” Kori says, leaning over so her breath tickles his face. “So long as you are up for it.”

“Let me get Jake fed and settled for the night first.” Or at least settled for the next few hours before he needs his next feed.

“I’ll be waiting for you then,” Kori says, leaning forward to press a kiss against the side of Dick’s lips before leaving the room.

It’s unfair how much Dick finds himself getting wet at it.

Or maybe it is only fair considering how much he’s enjoyed driving his other alphas insane from the pheromones he produces while nursing.

#OmegaDickweek #DC omegaverse #DC mpreg #Omegaverse #mpreg #prompt fill #prompt fic #anon prompt #dick grayson #roy harper #Garth #Wally West #koriand'r

[spoilednoodels]

Omega Dick Week Day 5: Multiple Partners/Alphas!

edit: lmao I can't believe that I forgot to draw Jason's hand,,, oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@omegadickweek

#digital fanart #fanart #batfam #batman #comics #dc comics #digital art #robin #art #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #robinpile #omegadickweek #omegaverse

[heyitsani]

Let Down My Guard

Omega!Dick Week Day 2: Reverse!Robins

Word Count: 2926

Rating: Mature-ish

Warnings: Threats of non-con (nothing graphic) and Robincest (obviously)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Summary: Dick’s scent blockers fail him on patrol when he’s out alone and brings a predator his way.  

Notes: Day two and the one story for the week that doesn’t fit the rest of the series.  The non-con-ish scene happens in the very beginning so the entire story is under the cut to avoid triggering anyone who might stumble upon this post.  The ages/codenames of the Robins are as follows:

Damian Wayne: Sparrow 28

Tim Drake: Red Hood 25

Jason Todd: Phoenix 18

Dick Grayson: Robin 16

You can also read this on AO3 here

“Here birdie, birdie, birdie,” the voice called out, chilling Dick to his very bones.  He knew who the man was calling for.  He knew that somehow his scent blockers had stopped working and the dirty alpha had caught his scent.  He also knew he was cornered.  He had nowhere to go and unless one of the Bats answered his distress call soon, he was so very screwed.  Perhaps quite literally.  “I know you’re around here somewhere, birdie.  Can smell you.  Like,” there was a pause and Dick assumed he was taking a deep breath, “like honey and spice.  Do taste as tempting as you smell?”

And that was something the sixteen-year-old had no intention of letting this man find out.

He wished he knew if someone was on their way, but the sharp screech in his ear earlier and told him something had gone wrong with his comm unit and now he was just stuck.  Stuck hoping and praying to a god he didn’t believe in to save him from a fate he had saved so many others from over his years of being Robin.

There was no out for him.  And suddenly Dick to felt weaker than he had ever felt in his life.  Weaker than he had felt watching his parents fall to their deaths those years ago.  A glance above him told him there was no way for him to get to the roof and to safety without his grapple.  And since the snapping line was what had caught the attention of the alpha to begin with, he was stuck.  And he was scared.  And his head and his knee hurt from his fall.

“You might as well just come out from your hiding spot little birdie.  Make it easier on both of us.”  Closing his eyes, Dick tried to pull his scent back in a bit to put the man off just a little longer.  The closeness of his voice was enough to make his hands shake in terror.  “I won’t bite…too hard.”  And Dick could practically see the sneer on the man’s face.

“Is that so?”  Oh, thank god, Damian.  “Perhaps you didn’t get the memo, but that’s not how things go here in Gotham.”  Dick jumped when a shadow jumped down next to him from the roof and immediately, he fell in a defensive crouch.  He wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“It’s just me Baby Bird,” the electronic sound of Tim’s voice modifier in his helmet was a bigger comfort than most would have thought, and Dick felt his muscles relax as he threw himself into his older brother’s chest.  There was a click, but instead of trying to find the source of the noise, Dick just buried his face in the armor-plated shirt Tim wore as part of his Red Hood suit.  “Are you hurt?  You smell hurt.”

“Nothing dangerous, just so fucking glad you guys are here,” he muttered into Tim’s chest.  He relaxed further when one of Tim’s arms wrapped around his back and held onto him.  Dick could hear scuffling in the background and a pained yelp, and he knew it was Sparrow taking down the alpha who had put them in this situation.

“Robin,” the edge of Damian’s voice caused him to pull his face away from Tim’s chest and look over at his brother.  “Are you hurt?  Did he…?”  Dick shook his head quickly and though it took a moment, Damian eventually nodded and looked back at the entrance of the alleyway where the alpha had cornered him.  “Hood and I have Robin.  We are heading back to the cave.  Tell Phoenix he’s fine.”

That caught Dick’s attention.  “Why didn’t he come with?”

“Come, Robin.  You shall ride with me.”  Looking from Damian to Tim, Dick frowned.  He was going to demand an answer but stopped when Tim shook his head.  “Robin.”  The sharpness to Damian’s tone caused Dick to flinch.  Rare was the moment when Damian was short with him.

“Fucking hell, Sparrow.  Can’t you see he’s already freaked out enough without you snapping orders at him?”  Tim tightened his arm around Dick and while it wasn’t strange for Damian and Tim to be at odds, it was strange for it to be about Dick specifically. 

He could hear the sigh slip from Damian even though he obviously tried to hide it.  “I am sorry, Robin.  Please, let us get you back to the cave.  There is a very worried and just slightly injured Phoenix desperate to look you over.”

Without saying anything, Dick nodded and pulled away from Tim to follow Damian back to his bike.  Glancing back at his other brother, he watched Tim take out one of his guns and put a bullet in the chamber. 

“Don’t kill him, Hood,” was all the warning that Damian gave Tim before taking Dick’s arm and pulling him out of view of the still whimpering alpha and into the street.  Dick put on the offered helmet and slid onto the motorcycle behind Damian, the engine revving just enough to make Dick wonder if he actually heard the gunshot and resulting shout of pain.

But he decided he didn’t care if Tim had shot the alpha.  If he had tried to do that to someone who could obviously handle themselves (if not in that exact moment), Dick didn’t want to know how many others he had managed to hurt because they couldn’t defend themselves or have someone defend them.

No, instead he focused on tightening his arms around his older brother’s waist, closing his eyes, and letting go of the fear that had caused him to freeze.  He wasn’t sure what it was that had caused him to freak out so suddenly, but there had been something about that alpha.  It hadn’t been the first time one had tried to take something from him by force, but it had been the first time he had frozen so completely.  Never had he ever felt so weak before.  Not even just in a normal fight when the opponent was obviously far superior.  He had always managed to find a way to get himself out of a situation. 

But this had been different.

He shuddered to think of what could have happened if his brothers hadn’t gotten there in time.  What would they have done if they had come even a few minutes later to find him in the clutches of that alpha?  What would Jason have done if he had been violated?  Would he withdraw his intentions?

No, that wasn’t the kind of man Jason was.  Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made his intentions clear two years before he could even act on them.  Being eighteen meant Jason could bond legally, but Dick still had two years to go before he was of age.  And though Bruce could have given them permission, he had made it clear that he wouldn’t give his blessing until they were both consenting adults.  Even though he followed that up with stating he approved of the pairing and would happily support it when the time came.

Sapphire eyes opened when he felt the terrain change under the motorcycle, and he found they had pulled into the entrance of the cave.  So, carefully, he pulled the fear scent as far in as he could.  There was nothing he could do about the scent that still clung to his suit, but he could overwhelm with relief at least. 

Hopefully, Jason wouldn’t panic too much.

“Dick!”  Well, there went that hope.

“Honestly, Todd,” Damian reprimanded Jason as he came running up to where Damian brought his motorcycle to a stop.  Dick could see the bandage wrapped around Jason’s forearm and he knew there were probably stitches under it.  “I said he was fine.”

“Forgive me for wanting to check for myself,” Jason shot back, reaching out to help Dick slip out from behind Damian.  Thankfully, the helmet hid the wince of pain on his face when he was back on two feet and the pain in his knee made itself known again.  Dick let Jason remove the helmet and mask, dropping them both to the ground, before he ran his hands down the length of his arms and gripped his hands.  “What happened?  Alfred wouldn’t let me go out with Damian when you sent the beacon.  Are you okay?  Why can I smell you so strongly?”

“I don’t know what happened, but my blockers failed, and the alpha was following me before I realized it.  I was going through Crime Alley when my line snapped, and I think the crash of my fall caught his attention initially.  The blockers failing was just bad luck.” Dick said as Jason pulled him toward the med bay where Alfred was probably waiting to look him over.  He did his best to walk normal despite the sharp pain that shot through his knee with each step.  “I sent the beacon the moment I knew I was going to end up cornered.”

“The animal never got the chance to touch him,” Damian added from where he was following the pair.  “Tim arrived from wherever he was at the same time I did.  I took care of the disgrace of an alpha and Tim went to Richard.”

Jason glanced over the top of Dick’s head with a raised brow.  “Tim let you handle the alpha?”  Dick glanced back in time to see Damian sniff haughtily.  “You promised him he could take care of him if you incapacitated him in order to get Dickie out?”

“I certainly hope that wasn’t the case, Master Damian.  Your father would be greatly disappointed.”  Alfred stood next to one of the beds in the med bay, obviously waiting for Dick.

“Perhaps.  But perhaps not when he hears what that waste of space was planning for his youngest.”  And Damian was probably right.  Even if Dick was no longer a child, Bruce did have the tendency to treat Dick as though he was more precious than air.

Dick watched Alfred consider his oldest brother before the man looked back to Dick and waved him over to the bed.  “Come now, Master Richard.  Take a seat so I can look you over.”  Dick let Jason lead him over to the bed and didn’t complain like he usually would have when Jason lifted him to sit on the bed.  He could smell the distress on the young alpha and knew he needed this.  Dick could be coddled if it meant he stopped smelling so sour.  “Any injuries you wish to make us privy to?”

Thinking over his night, Dick couldn’t recall anything to worry about outside of when his line snapped.  “Maybe a light concussion from my fall?  I didn’t pass out at all, but I think I knocked it on the ground.  And my knee hit pretty hard as well.” 

“Very well.  I will need you to get out of the suit so I can check your knee.  Master Jason, will you please retrieve some more comfortable clothing for Master Richard?”  When Jason looked like he was going to protest, Dick placed a hand on his upper arm and drew Jason’s attention back to him.

“Something from your locker, maybe?”  The pleasure at the suggestion filtered into Jason’s scent and Dick was glad he could manage to get some of the sour distress scent out.  With a quick press of his lips to Dick’s temple, Jason hurried out of the room.

“That was wise,” Alfred commented as he moved closer and began concussion protocol.  Dick focused on the questions and commands as best he could, but his attention kept falling back to Damian who still stood in the doorway with is arms crossed and a dark look on his face.  “Yes, I do believe you have a minor concussion, nothing to be concerned about given your level of alertness.”  Alfred was stepping back as Jason made his way back into the room.

“Do you need help?”  Jason asked quietly when he came up to Dick’s side with a few items, all smelling strongly of Jason and home.  Dick only nodded and held a hand out so Jason would help him down from the bed. 

“Master Damian, you should get out of your own suit and contact your father.  I did not want to worry him without all the details.”  Though it sounded like a request, it was definitely an order and Dick could see the annoyance on Damian’s face without even bothering to read his scent.  But the oldest nodded and left the room.  He was followed by Alfred, to give the pair a bit of privacy Dick was certain.

Instead of letting Jason help him out of his suit, Dick turned and buried his face into the spot of his neck where his scent glands were as he wrapped his arms around Jason’s torso.  “Dickie,” Jason whispered, voice hoarse as he buried his face into Dick’s raven hair.  His arms came up and around Dick, holding on tightly.  The pair let the silence fall between them as they took the moment to comfort each other without words.  But eventually reality came back to them and Dick was pulling back so Jason could help him out of the suit and into the clothes he had brought.

He was just slipping on the t-shirt when Alfred reappeared in the doorway with a tray of food and some water.  “I would appreciate it if you would eat this while I look over your knee,” he explained, setting the tray next to Dick on the bed, giving him a pointed look.  Nodding, he picked up the sandwich and took a bite as Alfred moved to the knee he had left exposed by pushing the loose sweat pant leg up.  The touch was firm, but gentle and just enough that Dick was able to hold back the reaction to the pain that flaired up with the inspection. 

“A sprain,” Alfred told them, grabbing the items needed to wrap it to stabilize the limb.  “A few days rest and you shall be right as rain, young sir.”  Jason visibly relaxed at the diagnosis and Dick sent him a look before turning back to Alfred.

“Crutches?”

“If you would rather be carried everywhere…”  Dick balked at the idea of being treated like a damsel in distress and Jason choked out a laugh.  “Then yes, crutches for at least two days.  We shall check the condition of your knee once we check it again.”  He knew he was pouting, but Dick hated crutches and the limitations they placed on his movement.

“Don’t worry Dickie.  It’s only a couple of days,” Jason tried to comfort him, but Dick just pouted more and Jason let out another laugh.  Dick supposed if Jason took this much glee in the situation then he could suffer through it.  Especially if it made his scent go warm with amusement and joy.

“Fine,” Dick grumbled, finishing off the sandwich before grabbing the water bottle to drain.

“Before you finish that,” Alfred stopped him, getting up from his stool and grabbing a small cup Dick hadn’t noticed before.  But it was one he had seen plenty of times in the past.  Pain pills.  If he didn’t have a headache on top of the knee pain, he probably would have turned them down, but he knew there was no way he would sleep with this headache.  So he accepted the cup and tossed the two white pills back before finishing off the water.  “Now, Master Jason will you help Master Dick up to his room and place a pillow under his knee?  I am going to check in with Master Damian and then I will be up shortly.”

“Sure, Alfie.”  Jason said, holding the hoodie he had also brought in for Dick so the younger could pull it on before they headed up.  “Piggyback or…?”  Dick just rolled his eyes as his head slipped through the neck hole and he pushed his arms into the sleeves. 

“Just pick me up,” Dick said, holding out his arms to wrap around Jason’s neck.  He didn’t say anything else as Jason slipped one arm around Dick’s waist and the other under his knees, lifting him with ease.  The walk to the elevator that would take them up to the manor revealed Damian at the computer, talking to someone (probably Bruce) as Alfred soon behind him.

Nothing was said until the doors to the elevator slid shut.

“Do you think B will come home early?”  Dick asked, tucking his head under Jason’s chin.

“Maybe.”  The rumble of Jason’s deep voice beneath his ear was a comforting sound.  “Damian said the League was almost done anyway.”  So, it could go either way.  Dick wasn’t sure which way he wanted it to go.  Yes, he missed Bruce the past two weeks he had been gone, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with the surge of protectiveness that would be sure to follow his homecoming. Sometimes being the only pack omega had its downsides.

“Can you stay with me tonight?”  Jason didn’t say anything in response, but the tightening of his grip on Dick was enough of an answer. As if to say there was no where else he’d be.  “Thanks, Jay,” he whispered, closing his eyes at the steady sway of Jason’s steps as they stepped off the elevator.

“Anything for you, Mate,” Jason whispered back.  And though it wasn’t technically true yet, Dick still felt a familiar warmth fill him at the title.

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