#alpha Tim Drake

[the-alice-of-hearts]

for five sentence friday! hmm… jaytim or dicktim? whichever you’re feeling

Tim sighed and then squared his shoulders, making sure that he was ready for whatever the other would throw at him. "No Jason, it's not true; I don't know what you think you saw, or heard, but I'm not-"

Jason grabbed Tim by the back of the neck and scruffed him. "It's not your turn to talk anymore baby bird, it's mine. and I know what I saw, heard, and smelled. You're sweet on me." Jason softly kissed Tim's cheek and then ran his nose up Tim's face to nuzzle against his temple. "I'm pretty far gone on you too, alpha."

#five sentence friday #jaytim #my writing #alice writes #robin writes #pretend like it's only 5 sentences #omega jason todd #alpha tim drake

[ladtheove]

Work in progress of the last chapter I'm writing for my fic "Raised under the moonlight". Jason, the tribe leader, meeting Tim and Damian.

#raised under the moonlight fic #batman #jason todd #red hood #red hood dc #damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian x jason #damijay #tim drake #timjay #tim x jason #damian x tim #adult damian wayne #damian x jason x tim #omegaverse #omega jason todd #alpha tim drake #alpha damian wayne #sketch #work in progress #trafitional art

[im-diseased-but-cool]

Omega Jason Todd and alpha Tim Drake ????? Poor Timmy is in a rut but thank God that Jason is willing to help the small alpha (HELP ME I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT TIM DRAKE)

#timmy d #dc red hood #red hood #red robin #tim drake #jason todd #omega jason todd #alpha tim drake #timjay

[yuliasever]

Day5: "ABO/Omegaverse

"Ouch!"

"Sorry," Damian said in a sleepy voice. He kissed the spot on Tim's neck where he'd just left a fresh mark of his teeth. The bite was not strong and the skin had already begun to recover, which did not really satisfy Damian's inner omega, who rose a little higher than the previous bite and repeated it.

Tim looked up from his papers, leaning over to the young man who was lying on the couch with him. Shortly before Tim started working, Damian showed up asking for a lie down together. And who would Tim be if he refused his sleepy and sweet boyfriend.

Damian half hugged him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck close to the scent gland, soothed by the scent of his alpha.

"Why are you biting? I thought you wanted to sleep."

"I still do," Damian said sleepily. His long eyelashes fluttered as sleep washed over him. Tim touched his palm to one of the younger's ruddy cheeks, stroking it with his thumb. In anticipation of the oncoming heat wave, the boy's temperature was rising, so Tim's hands felt incredibly cool compared to Damian's hot skin. The younger clung to the touch, moaning a little at the pleasant sensation.

A contented quiet purr brought a smile to Tim's face. No matter how much he hears these sounds from his boyfriend, anyway, every time the butterflies return to his stomach.

"So you bite even in your sleep", Tim chuckled softly, plunging his fingers into Damian’s hair, stroking the sleepy omega.

Damian stood behind the stove and hummed a song along with the morning radio. He was in good spirits, rested and refreshed after a period of heat. She and Tim also had the day off, which meant they could go out for a walk somewhere.

Damian smiled, continuing to wield the spatula in the frying pan as Tim shuffled behind him, probably crawling out of the bedroom to the smell of food. As Damian expected, there was a yawn first, and then he was hugged from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Mentally counting to five, Damian smiled at the accuracy with which the elder's body almost regularly followed - Tim collected the last pieces of sleep and yawned, and finally waking up, said: "Good morning" - and reached for Damian's cheek.

Ready for a morning kiss on the cheek, Damian leaned forward. He almost answered the morning greeting when, instead of a kiss, Tim nibbled on his cheek. Slightly pulled and chewed in addition. Of course, Tim did not hurt him, but the feeling of chewing remained.

Damian covered his cheek with one hand, staring over his shoulder at Tim indignantly.

"What am I, food?"

"Tastes like marshmallow."

While Damian squinted angrily, trying to fry the guy with his eyes, Tim just bit his shoulder, causing the young man to yelp in surprise.

"Stop biting me!" Damian lightly slapped the alpha on the top of his head, immediately meeting a disgruntled face.

"You constantly bite me, but I can't you, then?"

"When did I bite you?" averting his eyes, the younger muttered, for which he received one more bite. He tried to break free of Tim's grip, but no luck. He was caught in a trap, and the key to liberation was hung up on his conscience.

"It's literally your habit. Give you free rein, you wouldn’t even open your jaw until you bit off a piece of me."

Damian pouted, admitting defeat. He was not happy about it too. As a child, he bit everyone for obvious reasons, but he had long since weaned himself from this. Why habit showed up now was a mystery. Like alpha-omega, their relationship was modern, equal, but, apparently, his dominant omega still wanted to fight for supremacy, marking the alpha with victorious marks. At least that's what Jason put forward. Actually, this topic was closed.

"So what, you want to bite me in retaliation?"

"It's your prerogative, but yes. Instead of food, I will eat your chubby cheeks."

Tim reached for Damian's face again, trying to bite him on the cheek, but this time, the younger pulled back just in time.

"Be careful with your words, Timothy Drake, I have a shovel in my hand and I know how to use it."

#timdamiweek2022 #timdamiweek #timdami #damitim #damian wayne #timdrake #robin #omega damian wayne #alpha tim drake #omegaverse

[sansypansy]

Cold rage

Tim Drake was all an Alpha should be, and nothing an Alpha shouldn't be.

It was no secret that he was a person to be admired, to be respected and held in the highest regard within the wealthy social circles of Gotham. He spoke only when necessary, sweet and charismatic lines that could sway even the most uptight business clients. Unbonded, rich Omegas flocked to him like bees to honey.

But he never paid them any mind. To a quiet, calculative Alpha like Tim, he saw them as vultures. Sleazy and scheming, just like all of Gotham's elites were. Not to say he wasn't manipulative himself, but that only happened when he wanted to be.

No, none of them were worth Tim's attention. There was only one single Omega that he yearned for, with such a value not even he deserved. Someone who brought out all of the primal instincts within him. Someone who could match his intensity and return it tenfold, capturing his heart and his devotion.

Tim Drake was all an Alpha should be, and nothing an Alpha shouldn't be.

Nobody was allowed to bring harm to the Omega he'd imprinted. They would be faced with the coldest, most dangerous version of him which Tim kept tight on a leash.

The thug didn't even see what was coming for him. One minute, he was stepping into a room full of fallen, unconscious bodies. The next, a metal staff was hurled and impaled him brutally in the stomach, lodging him into the wall behind. A scream of pain escaped his throat the same time Red Robin finally emerged from the shadows like a Bat out of Hell.

"You know what I want. Talk."

The criminal's legs shook at the violent, vicious pheromones emitting from the Alpha vigilante. As a mere Beta, the reeking scent was enough to have him writhe in pain other than the baton currently protruding from his abdomen, blood dripping from the wound. Coupled with Red Robin looming dangerously over him, it was enough to make the pathetic Beta spill his guts.

"H-He's in the back room!! Down the hall, last door to the left, and there are only two guys watching him! W-we didn't rough him up too much, h-he's only drugged, I-I swear!! We didn't do anything else!!!"

As protocol, Tim was required to wear scent blockers at all times when in the cape. But when he was already one flimsy thread away from snapping, using his pheromones got the job done much easier. He didn't care what Batman thought. Not listening to Bruce had been what got Tim into this life, after all.

The last two goons didn't stand a chance against a cold, near feral Alpha. A new staff was brandished, breaking one guy's kneecaps and giving the other one brain damage. Then, finally, Tim was able to slowly approach the barely conscious Omega restrained to the chair.

Damian.

His scent quickly switched from unadulterated rage to soothing comfort as a croon rumbled from his chest. Tim gently relieved the younger teen from his binds, releasing a chuff in response to every whine until Damian was nestled in his arms.

"You're safe now."

And just like that, the blood-thirsty Alpha inside of him was snuffed away and locked up once more as he walked out, carrying Robin in a tight hold that promised care, protection and possession.

Tim Drake was all an Alpha should be, and nothing an Alpha shouldn't be.

#timdami #bottom damian #omega damian wayne #alpha tim drake #ficlet #drabble

[randomer4567]

Run (Alpha Damian x Omega Reader)

Summary: You ran away from your alpha, years later he and his family tracked you down.

You despised the galas that Bruce would incessantly throw, primarily because of the other Omegas in attendance. They were nothing more than spoiled brats from wealthy backgrounds. In contrast, you hailed from a low-class family and had to fight tooth and nail to rise to the top. Eventually, you managed to secure a job at Wayne Industries, where you crossed paths with Damian Wayne. What intrigued you about him was his scent, a rarity since you rarely found yourself drawn to the scents of other Alphas, save for your dam and your older sister, who was also an Alpha.

Damian stood apart from the rest, as he seemed disinterested in the typical Alpha behavior of seeking out a harem of omegas.

You didn't actively pursue him, but to your surprise, he took the initiative and asked you out on a date. Initially, you almost canceled because you lacked a suitable fancy dress. However, Damian came through and sent you a dress and heels to wear. The two of you hit it off, leading to him asking you out again. This time, you had a wonderful time together. Love blossomed between you, and soon enough, Damian's rut coincided with your heat.

You decided to spend this intimate time at your place since Damian preferred not to be around his brothers and father during his rut, fearing he might go feral. That's how the two of you officially became a couple. In the beginning, Damian was sweet, treating you with gentleness, care, and respect. He showered you with attention, making you feel special and safe. He seemed to have a deep understanding of you. However, over time, he grew distant, concealing your mating mark in public and distancing himself from you. Your inner omega blamed itself, leading you to make the difficult decision to leave.

You concocted a plan to convince Damian that you were unwell. Convincing Alfred proved to be challenging, so you simply informed him that you were going through a rough week and desired some solitude. With Alfred being an omega himself, he understood your need for privacy and even aided in making it appear as though you were coming down with a cold. And now, you found yourself packing your belongings into a bag, including essential clothing, toiletries, scent blockers, enough food for several days, your cellphone, and laptop for communication with work (having transitioned to freelancing), a small first-aid kit for minor injuries, and a few books for entertainment during your journey. You had meticulously planned everything and were ready to go.

"Omega," Damian's voice called out, causing you to freeze. You mentally cursed yourself, and he approached, peering into your bag. "Are we going somewhere?" he asked, though the look on your face made him rephrase his question. "You're going somewhere," he stated, this time without a hint of uncertainty. You desperately searched for a way to lie or at least avoid getting into trouble.

"Something came up with my sister," you replied, avoiding his gaze, although his mesmerizing green eyes captivated you. Damian raised an eyebrow and remarked, "And you faked being sick just to visit your sister?" Your heart raced as you tried to think of a response. You knew you had to come up with something soon. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to explain.

"Yes, I needed to see her. She hasn't been doing well lately," you quickly added, "I just wanted to make sure she was alright." Damian regarded you with a suspicious expression, and you could tell he wasn't entirely convinced.

He nodded slowly and said, "Alright." Damian walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Sighing, you glanced out the window, feeling a sense of relief. You knew Damian would keep an eye on you. You slung your bag over your shoulder, opened the window, and cursed silently. Why did Damian have to choose a bedroom on the third floor? Fortunately, the presence of vines provided a stroke of luck. You grabbed onto them and climbed down.You fled the Wayne property, having purchased a one-way ticket to Gotham months before, before you had met Damian.

You applied scent blockers before boarding the plane. Your laptop was turned off, and your phone was set to airplane mode.Years passed, and you built a new life for yourself. Adopting an alias in your freelancing work, you altered your appearance slightly. While you didn't have a new mate, you lived with your beta cousin, who willingly helped conceal your omega scent. Despite occasional bouts of loneliness, you found contentment in your new existence. That is, until the day you unexpectedly encountered someone you never thought you would see again—Tim Drake.

You pretended not to notice him, grateful for the scarf you had borrowed from your cousin. By a strange twist of fate, you ended up in the same grocery line. Tim attempted to engage in small talk, questioning how you had been, why you left without a word, and urging you to call Damian as he had been searching for you. Feeling a surge of anxiety, you swiftly made your escape, driving a few blocks away before abandoning the car to avoid any potential tracking. With groceries in hand, you approached your cousin's home, only to be confronted by a startling sight—Red Hood and Damian holding your cousin at gunpoint.

To be continued...

#dc omegaverse #daddy's good girl #daddy’s babygirl #bruce wayne #batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne al ghul #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne robin #damian wayne x y/n #damian al ghul #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #damain wayne #tim drake #Alpha Damian Wayne

[bitsofbats]

Robin Rises: Alpha, 2015 Peter Tomasi, Andy Kubert, Jonathan Glapion, and Brad Anderson

#robin rises: alpha #bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #alfred pennyworth #barbara gordon #batgirl #tim drake #red robin #titus the dog

[ghost-bxrd]

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

Here‘s a little scene for that 💚💚💚

#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

[ruenii]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TLDR: Tim gets character development by reading fanfiction.

#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

[shamelesstragedyenjoyer]

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

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 31.03.2024.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Character tags and ship tags were excluded but I made an exception for the "one-sided Tim Drake/Ra's al Ghul" tag because it's not flagged as a ship tag and many stories with Ra's creeping on Tim do actually have a different ship.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

#ao3statistics #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #statistics #dc comics #dcu #dc #dc universe #ras al ghul #ra's al ghul #creepy ra's al ghul #bad parent ra's al ghul #bad person ra's al ghul #alpha ra's al ghul #ra's al ghul being a jerk #damian wayne #tim drake #timothy drake #red robin #robin #manipulative ra's al ghul #good person ra's al ghul #evil ra''s al ghul #oliver queen #Oliver queen as ra's al ghul #one sided Tim drake/ra's al ghul #bad grandparent ra's al ghul #damian wayne is ra's al ghul #top ra's al ghul #good parent ra's al ghul

[ladtheove]

I just posted the ninth chapter of ‘Raised under the moonlight’ I hope you all enjoy ;)

#raised under the moonlight fic #ABO #alpha damian wayne #omega jason todd #alpha tim drake #jason x damian x tim #fanfiction

[the-alice-of-hearts]

DickTim Week Day 4: AOB

Rated Mature, 1150 words, while no archive warnings would apply these would be my warning tags: omegaverse, talk of mpreg but no actual mpreg in fic, alcohol mention, hangovers, mentions of drunk texting.

Posting a couple days late for @dicktimweek but I think I'm almost done with today's entry so it'll be on time!

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tim rolled out of bed to pace across his room while continuing to check his phone. “Oh fuck.” 

“Uh, Tim, buddy? Wanna slow down and tell us what happened?” Steph asked from where she was sitting up on his bed. 

“What happened? What happened? You know what happened! You were there!” He stopped to stare at her. “Why didn’t you take away my phone after we did shots?!” He demanded. 

“Wouldn’t let us,” Cass grumbled and grabbed the blanket that Steph had moved off of them. “Sleep now, food later.” 

The other omega settled into Steph’s lap and started to snore again. 

“I drunk texted Dick!” Tim snapped and that woke Cass back up and got both girls looking at him. “Why would I do that???” 

Cass sat up and groaned. “Food first, then feelings.” 

“Well, I would love to go out on a date with him! But I already poured out all my feelings to him last night.” He hissed. 

Steph threw his pillow at him. “She means for us, idiot. Give me your card and I’ll order delivery, I am not taking you out when you can smell the distress coming off of you from a mile away.” 

Tim felt his face heat up and then started digging around for his wallet before tossing it to her. “Use the purple one, I’ll go shower. There’s water in the fridge.” 

He walked to the shower and then froze when his phone chimed with an incoming message. Quickly turning on the water he checked it, it was a message from Dick and he dreaded opening it knowing what he had sent last night.

Hope you’re feeling okay this morning. Need anything for the epic hangover you probably have?

Tim hovered his thumbs over the keys and finally gave up on sending a message back. He needed a shower and some water before he thought about talking to his long-time crush after confessing his feelings for the alpha. “Ugh! Stupid!” 

---

Tim was settling down to eat breakfast with Cass and Steph when there was another knock at the door. They all looked at the door and then back to one another before Steph got up to check it. “You expecting anyone, boyfriend?” 

Tim shook his head and watched her open the door. “Oh thank god he’s not alone.” Dick’s voice drifted into the apartment. 

“Hey, Dick!” Cass called from the table inviting him in. “Want some pancakes?” 

Tim kicked Cass under the table and glared at her. She turned to stick her tongue out at him. 

Dick looked around when Steph got back to her seat and then looked straight at Tim. “Sorry, I know you guys are probably recuperating from last night. I was just worried when Tim didn’t answer my text this morning.” 

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I was in the shower and then food was here when I got out.” Tim couldn’t keep eye contact and kept looking back at the table. 

“Welp! This is totally not awkward!” Steph stood up and grabbed Cass by the hand. “See ya later Tim-tam, let me know if you need anything.” 

The girls were out of the apartment before Tim could say anything to stop them leaving him with a wink and a lear on Steph’s part and a thumbs up from Cass. 

“Have you drank water?” Dick asked from much closer than he had been before. 

Tim turned to look at the alpha and nodded. “Yeah, drank a bottle when I got out of the shower.” 

“Good,” Dick responded and then moved in closer to Tim. “I have some questions.” 

Tim sighed and looked down at his hands. “Yeah, that makes sense. I said… a lot last night.” 

Tim heard Dick pull Steph’s chair over so he could sit right next to Tim. “You did, and I know you, so I know that it’s likely if I didn’t track you down this morning then you wouldn’t let me near you at all for months until I quit asking about it.” 

Tim shook his head and picked at his eggs. “Wouldn’t have taken months.” 

Dick chuckled and carefully pulled Tim’s free hand into his own. “You’re right, but it would have been unstable.” 

“Ask your questions,” Tim said in a small voice. 

“Did you mean it?” Dick asked carefully. 

Tim winced and kept his attention on his plate. “I- well I- it’s-”

“Omega, look at me,” Dick commanded him and Tim was compelled to look at his chosen alpha. “Don’t try to explain it away, just yes or no, did you mean it?” 

Tim swallowed and gave a jerky nod. “Yes.” 

Dick trailed one of his hands up Tim’s arm. “All of it?” 

“Yes, alpha.” Tim whimpered when Dick lightly tickled the inside of his elbow. 

“You want me?” Dick asked again.

“Dick, I want you more than sober me can explain,” Tim admitted. 

“Try to,” Dick whispered, leaning in closer. 

Tim thought about it for a second and then looked at Dick’s eyes, they were warm and open and loving, and maybe this would be okay. He took a shaky breath and started. “I crave your scent, even when I’m not in heat. I want to be near you and to make you smile makes me so insanely happy. I light up when you laugh at one of my jokes because I know that you’re pleased with me. When I smell other omegas on you I want to cover you in my own scent and make you smell like mine. When I am in heat all I can think about is the one emergency heat cycle that you spent taking care of me. I want you to claim me, and mark me up, I want you to make me smell so much like an owned omega that the board members gag on it. I want to have you in my nest for every heat and I want you to pump me full of pups.” 

Dick smiled at him and placed a hand on Tim’s cheek holding his face still. “If you have no objection, I’m going to kiss you now.” 

Tim stared into his eyes. “I need you to be sure. I can’t be a fling, not with you.” 

Dick brushed a thumb under Tim’s eye. “Babybird, you have no idea how many nights I have stayed awake wishing to hear those words from you. Every time you came over I wanted to take you to my den and have my way with you. I want to feed you and provide for you, I want to see you be the dam to my pups and help me train each of them to be tech geniuses and acrobats combined into one. Tim, I want you so badly, and reading your drunk texts just confirmed that for me. Please let me kiss you, please let me claim you.”

#dicktim #dicktimweek2023 #dicktimweek #my writing #alice writes #omegaverse #omega Tim Drake #alpha Dick Grayson #Steph is also an alpha and Cass is an omega and they are a bonded couple

[deepwithintheabyss]

Pack Alpha Tim 👀👀👀?

>:D

So this all would play around after Bruce "died" (aka got lost) but the situation had already gotten bad before that.

Basically I looked at the canon comics, realized how fucking isolated and undermined Tim was getting by everyone in small and big ways, and how that really seems to have fueled into his decision to basically go no contact for his Brucequest, and wondered how much worse I could make it with Omegaverse bonds mental pack gestalts etc.

So:

Bruce dies, the mental gestalt, already strained by distance falls

Tim as an alpha, has an easier time to hold and maintain the gestalt, he should be the one that the burden falls to

Dick thinks Tim can't/ shouldn't do it and have that responsible, most of the others in the pack simply don't want Tim

Dick becomes Pack Head, Tim fucks of on the Brucequest

While not Packhead Tim still does a lot of stuff that would fall under those responsibilities, supports Dick when he comes back for Blackest Night etc. slowly people realize that Tim would make a good Head and that he should be one

Bruce comes back

There's a lot more to this obv, for example I really wanna try and actually use comic moments for this fic which blegh, makes it harder.

I really wanna get into everyones head and how they are affected by the death, the mental bonds, the strain on them, how Tim is isolated not only because he gives the position over to Dick but also he is very far away so the distance strains the bonds. And how Tim is just a deeply caring person

Also of course I don't want this to be a "Well they sucked and Tim did everything right" so I'll have to balance that carefully

WIP List here

#the abyss speaks #my asks #cheetahleopard #Tim Drake #my wips #Pack Alpha Tim

[sansypansy]

No longer yours (Reverse Robins AU)

The doors to the Wayne manor burst open just as Bruce exited his private study and entered the foyer to see a frantic Damian talking to a worried Jason. Alfred was standing near the stairs and only bowed his head politely when the Pack Omega rushed upstairs.

"What's going on?" Bruce interrogated.

"I think Dick's presenting," Jason replied. "He's been acting all weird and in pain. I called Dames over because I figured he'd want to take care of Dickie."

That was reasonable, he thought. Everybody knew Damian saw Dick as his own pup. But still, it irked him that his oldest had been absent from the den for quite some time now and it only took Dick to be in distress for him to suddenly rush back. Nevermind the fact that Bruce had been restlessly trying to gently coax Damian to return to no avail because of how stubborn he was whenever he gave his Pack Alpha the 'runaway treatment'. The jealousy stung.

And suddenly, it all became clear when another person walked through the door and leaned against the frame in a nonchalant stance. Bruce felt his shoulders tense.

"Tim."

The estranged alpha raised an eyebrow condescendingly.

"Bruce."

The air in the foyer had grown thick.

Jason shuffled uncomfortably, his eyes darting between the two men. He'd never once liked being present when they challenged each other - which was a very fair, considering there was always a 3 out of 5 chances it would end in a predatory brawl.

"Oh no, I'm not gonna stay here for this," He shook his head. "Come on Alfie, let's go see if Damian and Dick needs any help."

The teen was quick to remove himself from the situation, a smart decision whenever it came to Bruce and Tim's confrontations. Alfred shot them a disapproving, exasperated glance.

"Be civil, you two," He chided, and followed Jason's direction.

Bruce and Tim were left alone, hackles rising at the presence of a challenge in dominance.

"Damian was with you," Bruce broke the silence.

"Deduced that with your detective mind, did you?" Tim shot back.

It didn't come as a surprise to Bruce, but it didn't mean it was a pleasant one. He never liked how close Damian and Tim had gotten. The omega had taken to run to Tim more often than he'd have preferred, after every single explosive argument. It didn't help that Tim always defied him, too, despite being the lower Alpha.

Thought perhaps that was where the problem lied. After his death, Bruce knew Tim had never truly returned to the Wayne pack and found it easier to thwart him in every way.

"We were having a lovely evening, when Jason called. I drove Dames here on my motorcycle," Tim continued, taking a few steps forward with a condescending smirk on his face. "I didn't have the heart to say no when I saw the panic on his face."

They were chest to chest, now. Bruce's fists clenched at the clear connotation.

"He's stayed with me for weeks. What did you do this time, huh?"

"I don't think you need to meddle with our business," Bruce resisted the urge to growl.

"See, that's the thing," Tim snorted sardonically. "If you're not careful, he won't be your Pack Omega for much longer."

Bruce felt his blood ran cold at the implication. The air was thick with his sour scent, Tim's possesively smug one and - Damian's sweet, honeyed-milk smell wafting off of the younger alpha.

Damian had scented Tim. And no doubt the gesture was returned tenfold, as it was the nature of a courting Alpha-Omega pair.

As if to emphasize his point, Tim titled his head to the side and tapped his neck with an index finger twice. Bruce's eyes zeroed in on the glorious mating bite there. There was no word needed to imply that a bigger, identical, more evident mark was embedded on Damian's scent gland as well.

"Better start puppy-proofing the manor, old man," Tim whispered dangerously, eyes glinting dark and possessive before climbing up the stairs to presumably join the rest of the pack - to join his fresh new mate.

Fuck.

#timdami #brudami #bottom damian #omega damian wayne #alpha tim drake #alpha bruce wayne #ficlet

[n1ightw1ng]

if there was love

jaytim + dicktim | warning: noncon | omegaverse, mpreg | 5.8k

Tim sprinted down the hall. His heat made him feel sluggish, disoriented, even though he was certain he could still run as fast as ever, it just hurt. His abdomen cramped up until he had to duck into a closet to catch his breath, hand over his mouth to muffle it.

“I can still smell you,” Jason called. The tone of his voice made Tim shudder and gush slick. He sounded like a predator. And he wanted to destroy Tim, punish him for ever taking on the Robin mantle. He was fucking terrified, and his heat-sick body was begging for a strong alpha to hold it down and—

No. He wouldn't let that happen.

The floorboards creaked outside. Tim readied a batarang. Jason threw open the doors, and Tim stabbed him between the ribs. 

“Robin!” he roared, grabbing him by his collar and throwing him into the hall. Tim was up and scrambling for the medbay in a second. Metal pierced the flesh of his thigh and he went down, hamstrung. He kept crawling, even as Jason's feet landed on either side of him. “That's cute,” he said, as he stomped a batarang out of Tim's hand. His fingers crunched under his boot. “You think you still have a chance.”

“I have to,” he gritted out, going still, trying to measure his next move. If he tried to grab anything else, Jason would break his other hand. “I’m Robin.”

He snorted, his boot coming to rest between Tim’s shoulder blades, pinning him, as if he could manage more than an army crawl. “Robin’s never been a little omega bitch.”

Of course not. Robin was always going to be a young, strong alpha, slated to bark and snarl with the best of society during the day and tangle with the worst of it at night. Tim never believed he was biologically disadvantaged, that was a crock, in his opinion, but it made people see him differently. That was what his scent blockers were for. He hadn’t been expecting a heat—his first heat—to be so brutally hormonal that it stunk through the patches. Raven had offered for him to go home before it hit, but the last thing he wanted was Bruce thinking he couldn’t fight with the Titans during a routine bodily cycle. It just…wasn’t routine for him, yet. He was new. All of it was new.

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