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deepwithintheabyss · 5 months

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

DickTim Omegaverse idea (Dark Dick)

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

yeah manipulative Dick non con etc beware

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit

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

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

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

"No Dick I haven't fucked, never"

"Is that a never this month or?"

"Never"

"Not even Steph?"

Tim shakes his head

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

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

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

"When did that happen?" Tim questions

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay"

"Okay?"

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

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

[forgot what went here for the transition]

"You'll need to stop vigilante work"

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

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

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

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

"Oh"

"You didn't know?"

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

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

[forgot what went here for the transition]

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

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

"No" he growls out before he can stop himself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tim whines, bucks up into his touch

"Please" he whimpers

Dick humms questioningly.

"Please Dick, I want. Could- Would"

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

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

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

#the abyss speaks #my writing #dicktim #alpha dick #omega tim #batcest #my ideas

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yaderyngoch · 7 months

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I want an ABO fic where some other Alpha is the equivalent of a real world 'Alpha Male' podcast bro and is explaining to Alpha Jason that the Omega Orgasm is actually a myth and is impossible so the only Alphas who try are just simps and aren't even real Alphas, and Jason is just staring at him like "......what"

Bonus points if that guy was Tim's ex so Jason's extra like "Alright I gotta show Tim that sex can be better than... whatever the hell that guy thought it was supposed to be"

#jaytim #alpha Jason #Omega Tim #a/b/o

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dragonsandwolvesohmy · 2 months

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Okay, where'd this go...

Tim was presenting as an omega and it was pretty traumatic. He was in the medbay for it, he might not survive, there was something about the dormant womb forcing an opening in his body, I think. I believe it was told from the POV (3rd limited) of Bruce, who realized he wasn't being as great to Tim as his Robin before this and wanted to do better if Tim survived.

I remembered wrong. This is a Tim/Dick fic. It's Designation O by CasualOtaku. It's both Bruce and Dick realizing they'd dropped the ball with Tim and wanted to do better. Takes place post Bruce being lost in time.

#gen a/b/o #omega tim #batfam #bruce wayne #robin tim drake #tim drake #batfamily #dicktim

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fuckyeahfanfictions · 16 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Tim Drake, Alpha Jason Todd, Mating Cycles/In Heat, courting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Heat Inducers, Enthusiastic Consent, discussions about consent, Intersex Omegas, Omegaverse, Caretaking, Gatorade as a Metaphor for Love, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut Summary:

A stupid lucky shot. Red Robin would take a bullet over a heat inducer any day.

Or in which Tim gets hit with a heat inducer on patrol, and seeks out Jason for help.

#jaytim #the_catastrophe #ficrec #omegaverse #omega tim #alpha jason

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bee-a-garbage-shipper · 6 months

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trans or omega tim au

classic trope of getting drunk and accidentally falling in bed together.

tim wakes up first, panics at seeing jason, and leaves without saying anything. jason wakes up later and has flashes of being with someone the night before but can't remember who.

tim thinks everything will be fine as long as he avoids jason for a little bit out of awkwardness. but then

oops, pregnancy

and jason being highkey jealous whenever he sees tim pregnant and also furious that the father is a dead beat

(tim said it wasn't like that at all but jason thinks tim is too nice so jason is assuming the man [him] is a deadbeat)

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kieran-granola · 6 months

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"Take a picture, babybird, it'll last longer."

Art commissioned from the lovely @gotham-gargoyle

#omega jason todd #jaytim #I NEEDED JASON IN A PRATICAL COLLAR AND AS USUAL MIYA DELIVERED #“is that the Red Robin logo?” IT SURE IS AND JASON WEARS THAT COLLAR IN HIS RED HOOD SUIT #Tim is a possessive nerd in and out of capes who wasn't about to leave Jason feeling UNCLAIMED and UNLOVED when he's fighting for the city

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mistress-of-vos · 1 month

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Jason, Damian and Jean-Paul dressed up as Batman running into each other on their way to Tim's room in the middle of the night:

(Context/fic idea:

Tim, needy omega, decided to call his three current alpha crushes and invite them to his room. He sent a picture where he's wearing a naughty Robin costume and joked about needing a Batman.

Tim didn't expect any of them to show up. He opens the door to three big, offended and rough alphas who look at him as if they were going to devour Tim.

The result is way better than sleeping.)

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shamelesstragedyenjoyer · 2 months

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Let's delve into the intricacies of an Omegaverse society, drawing insights from both biology and evolution. As a social science student myself with a background in anthropology, I aim to explore various aspects of this complex world, including its prison system, bathroom arrangements, treatment of the transgender community, societal norms, stigmas, reproduction dynamics, birth rates, and even the portrayal of sexuality through pornography.

Collaborating with my best friend, a medical student well-versed in anatomy, we've pooled our knowledge to shed light on how such a society might function, drawing parallels and extrapolating from existing data in our world.

So. Within the Omegaverse, there exist two overarching categories, male and female, each subdivided into three distinct statuses: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Over time, the majority of individuals have transitioned beyond the Alpha and Omega distinctions, akin to how the human female body evolved past its reproductive heat cycles during the paleolithic period, marking a pivotal moment in human evolution.

In the distant past, during the age, Alpha males and Alpha females coexisted alongside their counterparts, Omega males and Omega females. The differences between Alpha males and females were minimal, much like the similarities between the two Omega sexes. However, there still were differences in genitalia where only Alpha females and Omega males displayed intersex characteristics. The enlarged clitoris of an Alpha female, resembling but distinct from a penis, possessed a knot—a feature absent in Alpha males— because of it's inability to produce sperm which necessitated an evolutionary adaptation towards a larger knot, in order to increase the chances of pregnancy.

Like stated before, the transition into a largely Beta population occurred even before the neolithic era, resulting into a similar contemporary societal structure as we know today. However, there being secondary genders didn't stop the historical oppression of all women. Only now it extended to impact Omega males, though they can pass as Betas if their genitalia remains private. Contrary to popular beliefs, there is no discernible scent associated with Omegas in heat; instead, it is their aura and demeanor that undergo noticeable changes. A "sex appeal", if you will, that affects everyone except Beta women for a vast number of reasons i'll touch upon later.

Legal frameworks exists to address non-consensual interactions with Omegas in heat, and sometimes even with Alphas in ruts. Statistical data still reflects a disproportionate involvement of Alpha and Beta males in such crimes.

In cases of rape involving an Omega in heat, the perpetrator might exploit societal biases to justify their actions or even escape punishment altogether. They might argue that the Omega's biological state somehow diminished the severity of the crime.

Similarly, in cases of rape involving an Alpha in rut, the legal system might downplay the seriousness of the offense due to the perceived status and power of the victim over the perpetrator.

In such a society, power dynamics based on genetic status and gender could heavily influence the legal process as well. Despite the vulnerability of Omegas in heat and the potential vulnerability of Alphas in rut, the legal system might consider it an extenuating circumstance for the aggressor.

In the Alpha Beta Omega prison system, inmates are segregated based on their genetic status and gender to ensure safety and maintain social order. Alpha males and Alpha females, Beta males and Beta females & Omega males and Omega females are all housed in separate facilities due to the perceived risks associated with mixing different genetic statuses and genders.

This segregation is justified by concerns for safety, as it is believed that males, regardless of their secondary gender, have the potential to overpower females. By separating inmates in this manner, authorities aim to mitigate the risks of violence and maintain control within the prison environment.

Alphas and Omegas are not exceedingly rare, but they remain somewhat uncommon, often noted and remembered as peculiarities. Their presence evokes a similar level of curiosity as encountering a left-handed person or a natural redhead—an intriguing aspect of diversity that captures attention but is ultimately regarded with a level of casual interest.

Second out of three parts coming right up, Tumblr won't let me post more images !

Also stay tuned, next part is gonna include a list of the Batfam members who I think are Omegas

#somone please shut my 🤓👆🏾 ass up #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o au #alpha beta omega #batfam #batman comics #batman #jason todd #tim drake #clois #clark kent #stephanie brown #duke thomas #signal

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ghost-bxrd · 3 months

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

Here‘s a little scene for that 💚💚💚

#alpha beta omega #pack dynamics #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #robin #tim drake #tim drake and jason todd #red hood #batman #fic rec #Update

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ruenii · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TLDR: Tim gets character development by reading fanfiction.

#tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #batfam #fanfic idea #can you tell how much i love transmigration au's?#tim looking at the tags for one of the fics cos he was tired asf and wasnt in the mood:#alpha/beta/omega? what is that? wait theres male lactation?--#CREAMPIE???!?!!—#or: tim lowkey shipping tony and bruce #and bruce wondering why tim always mentions this 'tony' whenever he does somethin stupid

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moosha-mushroom · 4 months

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guyz, the magnus institute gang would have so much fun at OmegaMart like bro—

Jon would be either be absorbed in the ARG or utterly terrified of it.

Martin would get one of those radish pal friends and take a bunch of pictures.

Tim would be doing that posing in front of the gravestone meme for the bejeweled skellie in the giant art room.

Sasha would be trying to play all of the broken games and look at all the cool brands inside.

and Elias would be at the tree bar OUTSIDE of the mart, waiting for them.

Or they would despise it cuz it’s america but who knows?

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #elias bouchard #omega mart #just an idea

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setokaibapetty · 1 month

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Surprise Relative

Some fics where a surpise blood relation pops up. Like, sometimes the guy who raised you was lying about being your dad, sometimes a Pit gives you a baby, etc.

Imprint (AO3) - "He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.'

Red Blood, Blue Blood (AO3) - "Jason Todd was living a very ordinary life in Crime Alley before his mother gets sick. Then, suddenly, Jason and Catherine have to grapple with the secret everyone has known since Jason was born with black hair and blue eyes—Willis Todd wasn't his biological father. Bruce Wayne is, and not only is he the richest man in Gotham, he has three other children who may not be glad to have an interloper in their midst."

Going Off-Book (AO3) - "Dick winces. “Tim, meet Damian Wayne. Apparently, his mom told him who his dad was when he turned eighteen and the first thing he did after finding out was enroll in the nearest police academy. He served for a couple of years and just arranged a transfer here from Metropolis.” He directs a pleading gaze at Tim. “Like I said, Bruce had to go out of town for a while, but he asked me to show Damian the ropes. Tim, I’m sorry, but—"

when the dead tree flowers (AO3) - "It wasn't solely Jango Fett's DNA that went into making Domino Squad. Palpatine had other plans for them. Thankfully, so does their second genetic donor, and he has just as few qualms about murder as a Sith Lord."

Open Arms (AO3) - "The story starts when Quinlan get's a call from the hospital; an old girlfriend has given birth and named him the father, leaving the baby at the hospital. This triggers a series of events that bring Fox back into contact with his bio family, who he is not as distant from as he might like to think."

Bonus: welcome all your bastard actions home (AO3) - "Daenerys had arrived at Winterfell three days past, a great host of dragons and roses and suns and krakens, clearly expecting Jon -- the King in the North, as uneasy that title rests on his shoulders -- to bend the knee. Instead, he takes her to the crypts to speak of ancient history."

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nenehyuuchiha · 4 months

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

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

Bruce just has a headache.

#Bruce Wayne #omega Bruce Wayne #batman #Jason Todd #it's all his fault #damian Wayne #Cassandra Cain #dick Grayson #duke Thomas #tim drake #fic rec #is so funny #I laughed so much

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iphoenixrising · 2 days

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Have I posted this? Alpha!Jon, Alpha!Dami, Omega!Tim 🤨

I told babe I was thinking about this, but I have done this before? Meh, regardless.

And really, when all things in Gotham are quiet, you know it’s going to be a good night.

B shouldn’t have worried enough to call Red Robin out of Titan’s Tower, but still, it’s nice to run through the city, skimming rooftops, getting a little more down n’ dirty with street baddies than riding the usual international espionage with his team. A few weeks away and this kind of thing is really just an itch that needs to be scratched.

“I am almost disappointed,” Robin laughs from beside him under the wing of a gargoyle right on the roof of the Wallstone apartments. His veggie wrap is disappearing quickly because Baby Bat has been a bottomless pit of hunger since he started putting on height and heavier muscle five years ago. Sixteen had been good for Dami, and Bruce’s genetics kicked into high gear two years later. At twenty-one, he’s broad through the chest and shoulders, almost a head taller than Red and a few sparse inches from Hood.

It was about the time Terry had approached him in Titans’ Tower, and convinced Red to start coming back to Gotham again, fighting the good fight along with the family, taking a step back into Gotham’s underworld when the world seemed to be momentarily stable.

At some point, he and Dami started working together, stepping out in the night with masks on and old hurts finally easing.

“Meh. There’s always another night,” Red takes another bite and sighs through his nose because really, chicken wrap for the win.

(Alfred is always going to be the man.)

“I suppose. However, I’d hoped this wouldn’t have been an...exciting night for you to make the trip.”

Red waves him off, looking down at the street, chewing for a second, “all good, Baby Bat. Everyone is out of the Tower for the weekend anyway. This is a nice break.”

Robin laughs low, “only you would consider this a break.”

“Well, you know, my Wednesdays are hectic as fuck.”

“I suppose it is difficult to schedule brunch, yes?”

“You don’t even know.”

And just like that, the two of them are laughing. A little bruised from a few street fights, but nothing extreme, and Dami is getting so much better at vigilante banter that Red Robin can’t help but feel a little proud.

(Really, witty banter is their superpower. Superboy and Kid Flash will totally vouch.)

They finish the wraps and swing side-by-side to the Bowery, talking shit over comms, playing tag around the strip mall down on 44th, and genuinely making themselves pretty obvious for people that actually look up.

It’s easy to jump in the big car at the end of the night, lean back to work on his wrist computer while Dami drives them back to the Manor.

“Hey, hey, you can just drop me a few blocks from the Perch.”

“Tt. Stay at the Manor tonight. You can brief me on R&D’s projects for the board meeting.”

“Pfft, like I need to.”

“Your perspective is always better.”

“Fine, fine. You’re so needy, Dami.”

“And yet, you still put up with me, Tim.”

“Well, you’ve got me there.”

And their smiles are wide in the darkness of the car, Robin and Red Robin riding back to the Cave with coffee waiting and hot showers to wash away the night.

They meet back at the big computer, sweats and t-shirts, hair damp and bare faces, switching places from the main chair to their workstations, talking through the next week, repairing their gear or working on separate projects from their laptops.

Alfred smears goop on bruises and gives a final please be certain to persuade Master Tim to actually sleep this time, won’t you Master Damian?, disappearing up the winding stairs, the calming scent of home lingering behind him, his natural Beta scent.

With his scent blockers scrubbed off, the air around Tim is faintly sweet, following him like the smell of a good latte. Dami’s scent is still more shampoo and soap since Nulls don’t really have a discernible scent to the second sex.

And when they’re finally stretching and yawning, still a few hours to sleep before dawn, something in the air shifts.

One second, he’s got Dami laughing at the story about Bruce busting his bat ass against Mr. Freeze–while still being the Night, mind you– when Baby Bat stops abruptly, hand going down on Tim’s workstation top to catch himself when his knees unexpectedly give way.

Those eyes go wide, a hand going to his chest, fast and shocky enough that Tim sweeps forward to catch his youngest partner by pure instinct.

“Little D?! Dami, talk to me.” He keeps it calm, being Red Robin, staring at the sweat beading on the fourth Robin’s forehead while he gasps in a few fast and furious breaths.

“T-Tim,” but his eyes flutter closed and his knees wobble, his weight falling further down on Tim’s shoulder.

Shit. Tim manages to maneuver Dami down to his chair, holding him steady, wracking his brain for anything, anything they could have come upon tonight. Fear toxin, Joker gas, Ivy’s array of poisons and venom, an awful rooftop burrito from the questionable cart downtown. Anything, anything he could have a cure for right here in the fucking Cave–

When he starts to move away, to jump in the Bat Med-Bay for a syringe to take a blood sample and start up the quickest analysis he’s ever pulled off before, when he’s tamping down panic to be on point, when he sees the distress happening when those eyes look up at him–

He completely misses the way Damian’s scent abruptly gets muskier.

A hand shoots out, grips his wrist, stops him from moving away.

“Okay, I’m getting worried. C’mon D. Tell me what’s–”

He reaches down, lays two fingers over the throbbing pulse, tries to get some vitals, and something deep and dark rumbles through Baby Bat’s chest, something all about need.

Oh.

Shit.

Most people present in their early teens, you know, about the time Robin had been a little dead, or so Tim’s sputtering thoughts try to explain away while the grip on his wrist gets tight, pulls quick enough to reel him in closer. The nose in his neck is a sudden indication since Dami as a Null had never really been able to scent like the rest of them.

The way the youngest vigilante is now inhaling against Tim’s throat like he’s dying, holding the Omega so fucking tight is the first piece of evidence. But when his mouth opens and a noise, a deep purr, rolls out against Tim’s jugular, he has an inevitable moment of oh fuck, panic.

Because he’s down in the Bat Cave with a presenting Alpha Male, and he probably smells like fucking dessert.

“D-Dami,” and he gives himself about a million vigilante points because his hands aren’t shaking when one cups the back of the new Alpha’s neck, fingernails scritching lightly at the fine hair. “Hey Baby Bat, it’s me here. I can help you, but you’ve got to ease up a little, okay?” He makes a small move to pull out of those arms, get Dami to actually look at him.

The whine is low, a noise he’s never heard out of their Robin before tonight, but those arms tighten on instinct, and now they’re pressed together from chest to hip and–and…

Oh.

“You’re going into a RUT?!”

Because of course. His luck is that awful.

“T-Timmm,” is growly and low, deeper than Robin’s usual voice, and Tim can’t suppress the shudder that goes through him.

“You’re presenting, better late than never, right?” He keeps petting even when something wet moves up the side of his throat, making a tremor go through him. “We need to–to call Jon, okay? He can help you.”

“Tim, you…” and there’s another lick to his throat, dragging over his skin like Dami’s savoring him.

“I-I’m not–” but Dami abruptly lets him go and drops down to kneel, shoving his face in the soft t-shirt over Tim’s stomach.

Hands are on his hips now, the tight hold gripping him.

He pulls the comm out of Dami’s ear, the presenting Alpha not flinching away, staying where he kneels, inhaling the scent of Omega.

Tim fumbles the comm in his ear, tapping frantically until the sound of whoosh is in the foreground.

“Hey babe,” Jon’s voice rumbles over the line, “have a good night with Red Robin?”

“Sorry, wrong Robin,” Tim stares down at Dami’s slack features with wide eyes, taking in the closed eyes, “We...that is, Robin needs you in Gotham ASAP.”

“Diverting course now,” is the immediate response, Jon’s voice changing to Superboy’s. “T, is he hurt?”

Unsure of who could be listening on the line, Tim makes a fast decision, tries to take a small step back. The hands tighten down immediately, Dami’s back straightening, eyes snapping open. The growl is something deep, vibrating the chest against his thighs, pulling at his inner Omega.

“He’s not hurt, but he might get out of control if I don’t get someone here quickly.” Tim gently lays a trembly hand on Dami’s shoulder, gets the Alpha to look up at him with those green eyes.

“Baby Bat, this isn’t...you don’t really want to do this, okay? Try to think for me, Dami. This is just because I’m an Omega, so I need you to try and think.”

“Wait, what?” Jon’s voice sounds horrified.

Shit. Forgot to tap the comm off. But, really, his inner Omega is starting to enjoy all the attention of an Alpha male, newly presented or not, so Tim totally gives himself an out here.

“Jon,” he tries to be calm, but Dami is lifting up his shirt and sticking his goddamned nose right in Tim’s belly button. His eep probably isn’t helping anything.

“Hold on, Tim, I’m almost there.”

The snuffles of breath against his stomach, brush of mouth, and Tim’s instinct to get the fuck away hits abruptly–

(Your boyfriend is going to kick my ass if he sees this.)

–and he moves fast, both hands on Dami’s wrist to loosen the hold and spin away from the Alpha male to give himself some space, pulling the current Robin off balance.

He ends up back by the big computer, eyes going wildly to his harness and utility belt discarded at his workstation.

The low growling reverberates through the Cave, making the bats above screech and start to flap around, and Tim’s whole body goes tight with what he’s sure to be an oncoming fight, wondering how that’s going to go with a rut-fevering Alpha, one that’s also his partner, his friend.

(The Omega in him doesn’t give a shit, just knows how good that musk smells, how much the Alpha is in need, how much it craves the attention, how much it wants.)

Dami’s eyes are glittering green, muscles tense as he stalks closer, eyeing the Omega he wants, the one that smells...delicious.

The rumbling purr breaks out of him again, something soft and soothing, meant to entice.

“Don’t make me fight you,” Tim swallows, eyes all for Baby Bat getting closer to him, body language giving away everything. “Dami, I don’t want to hurt you.”

But it looks like his words are lost to the Rut haze since the Alpha only purrs louder, his musk stronger even in a place as spacious as the Cave.

All right, then. It’s time to have a plan.

He feins right, darting half a step, then takes off near the bad guy trophies. The massive penny is probably a perfect distraction right about now.

Dami leaps from his side, cutting him off, the Alpha manifesting in him giving chase. Tim manages to leg sweep him, escaping reaching hands.

He doesn’t make it to the penny before Dami is pretty much body slamming him into the Cave floor, bigger hands pinning his wrists over his head, knees spreading him, and the growling Alpha is looming over him, the musk calling to his inner Omega.

“No! Dami, Dami!”

But the swipe of wet over his jugular makes his knees tremble, his back arch and not in that I’m trying to escape kind of way.

(But really, it’s been a long time, and he’s an Omega, the scent of a strong, able Alpha is like Fear Toxin or Joker Venom, it gets in his lungs, makes his inner Omega plaint, makes his scent stronger to appeal to the Alpha. Their bodies work against them.)

Dami’s free hand holds his jaw to the side so he can shove his nose in Tim’s scent gland and inhale deeply. He’s laying on top, their chests pressed together when the purring starts, and the rumble against him is obviously affecting him.

He almost wants to cry when Dami rolls his hips down, and fuck, he’s– he’–

“No,” Tim moans in Dami’s hold, his hips juttering up because he’s starting to get hard, their sweatpants making it easy to tell. “We...we can’t. J-on, Dami, you’ve got to remember Jon–”

But he loses all thought when that mouth latches on to his throat and sucks.

He cries out, bucks up when his body responds with want.

If he doesn’t do something fast, Jon is going to viciously–

“O-oh, oh wow, I…”

Because Superboy is suddenly right there watching Tim writhe on the floor under Dami, and Jon’s eyes are huge and blue, his face pink.

“It’s not–” Tim tries, “it’s just because I’m an Omega!”

“If you want to believe that,” Jon lands on his feet, moves easily to wrap both arms around his boyfriend to lift him off Tim without any effort. “Then I’m not the one to tell you differently, right Dames?”

The newly-presented Alpha tries to lunge out of the hold, to go back to the Omega scrambling to his feet.

Tim is sure his face is red enough to match Dami’s tunic, and he turns slightly to try hiding the obvious erection in his sweatpants.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim sputters, arms around himself, “but if he did something to me while he’s very obviously dating you, he’d never forgive himself.”

But Jon seems very undisturbed about finding his boyfriend all over another guy, “sure, if we hadn’t already talked about it before. Him presenting as an Alpha this late wasn’t part of that though, so you might have a point.” Jon suddenly grins over the struggling Robin at Tim’s shocked face.

“Jon, he could barely stand me for years–” and the bitter scent of old pain takes over Tim’s sweetness because fuck, he’d wiped off the scent blockers.

But the change in scent makes Dami stop struggling against Jon’s hold, for both Alphas to suddenly have laser focus right on him. Caught up off his feet by Jon’s arms, Dami stops struggling, those green eyes intensely on Tim, hunched over slightly, holding himself.

“Oh Tim,” Jon sighs softly, and it comes out in a soft purr, “he’s been crazy about you for years. I mean, c’mon, you’re the best Robin detective!”

“But he’s with you. I-I would never do anything to fuck that up,” he’s starting to inch away, closer to the winding staircase, “you have to know that, Jon. I would never–”

“I gave him permission, Tim,” Jon cuts him off, “if you ever gave him the chance. O-or if you ever gave us the chance, we would take care of you."

Tim.exe has stopped.

"Geeze, do you even know how many times we talked about seeing you through your Heat? Even if he was a Null at the time, just talking about having you in bed with us was enough to make him go multiple times. I’m half-Kryptonian and I still had to tap out after round --“

“You would do that?” Tim cuts him off, voice strangely strained, “you would - you and Dami would - would take care of me? During my Heat?”

And Jon pauses in his ramble, only one arm around the presenting Alpha’s chest, still holding him slightly back. But Damian hears something in Tim’s tone that is upsetting. It makes him angry, makes him reach out an open hand in the hopes Tim takes it.

“Yes,” is edged with a growl, his hand open and waiting.

“We absolutely would take care of you, Tim, Heat or not. I swear, we won’t hurt you.” And Jon means it, says it unconsciously with his Superboy voice like Tim is a scared civilian and not a seasoned vigilante. “You would be safe with us.”

“I…” but his eyes dart to Jon who is churning out the most pleasant happy Alpha scent. “I can help make the Rut easier. If - If it- “

“Yes,” both Alphas growl at the same time, but Jon wasn’t holding Damian back anymore.

It was both of them inching forward, Dani’s hand out, his other clenched in Jon’s cape, brining his Alpha mate with him.

"It's statically easier for Alphas to have an Omega the first time," he rambles breathlessly, watching them come closer, the tension in his shoulders easing at the scents. He seems to sway with bare feet, hand twitching toward what they're offering.

"It'll be easier if Dames has you, not just an Omega," Jon rumbles while Damian slyly snatches Tim's hand, reels him closer. "We've got a Rut room at his place in Wayne Tower."

"Bet mine is more secure in the Perch," Tim mumbles in Dami's neck, eyes rolling up to look at Jon while the presenting Alpha inhales sharply again his throat. The noise coming out of him reverberates through all three of them.

"Decision, decisions," Jon smirks over his mate's shoulder, nose barely skimming the other side of Tim's neck, a ghost of a touch.

It still makes a certain scent spike.

It's Damian that makes the final decision, lifting his head and one hand to pull Jon's mouth to his, growl and lick and bite while Tim watches, the tension in his abdomen getting tighter, warmer, the ust surrounding them as the Alphas fight for dominance.

Right in front of him.

The noise that comes out of Tim's throat is enough to spur someone into actions because--

-- the next second, the cave camera blur and the three disappear from sight, leaving behind discarded suits. Twenty seconds later, the lights click off for the night, leaving the bats to settle back down.

#drab #abo #tagged for anon #can't believe I remember how to tag #omega!tim #alpha!jon #alpha!dami #tim drake #damian wayne #jon kent #have I written this?#idk

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