#ojtserversunday

[d-xs]

PROMPT:

KEEP THEM ALL IN AWE

Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Jason Todd

The ruckus that welcomes Jason Todd into the cave is very different from the usual post patrol noise he is well used to. The atmosphere is tense and he knows, if he didn't have the protection of his helmet, he would be choking on the scent of their stress.

For starters, one of the batmobiles is revving, Tim's arm is bleeding so badly it looks like someone almost got away with the arm. Dick's usual smile is very strained, while Bruce and Damian are absent. Usually, when there's a ruckus of this magnitude combined with a bleeding Tim, Damian can be found in the middle of it.

Jason is debating on the merit of getting on his bike and leaving the others to deal with whatever mess they're currently in the middle of when Dick pulls out what is unmistakably Damian, from the driver's seat of the batmobile.

"Tim!" Dick growls with a slight hint of alpha command, as he bodily hauls Damian away from the car.

The brat doesn't make it easy on Dick.

"You were meant to be watching them!" Dick scolds.

"Yeah, I was!" Tim retorts angrily from where he is trying to clean his freshly acquired cut.

It looks more serious than Jason first thought.

"And I almost lost my arm for it. Why didn't you search him properly for all his weapons?"

"Be grateful I did not go for your jugular," Damian's haughty voice cuts in, before Dick can respond to Tim's retort. "The next time you attempt to lay a hand on him, I will relieve you of your head."

There is so much wrong with this picture, Jason feels like he's slipped into an alternate universe.

That must be it, because Damian in Dick's grasp is much smaller than the Damian Jason had seen earlier on patrol. Hell, he's much smaller than he was when he took up the Robin mantle. He looks just like the kit in Jason's memory of the League.

It has been years since he made an attempt to hurt Tim. Not to mention, he is fighting against Dick, the only person in the world who can get him to behave.

On second thought, Jason wishes he was in an alternate dimension. At least that way, he could return to his own universe without dealing with a de-aged Damian, who still has the values Ra's instilled in him.

Since settling into his life and his place in the pack, Jason has been recovering some memories he didn't even known he was missing. A lot of them he could do without. Especially his memories of the League, both before the pit and the early days after.

As bad as remembering how he really died and the events that led to it had been, Jason would take that over the memories of just how evil Ra's al Ghul truly is. The vile things the man had put Talia and Damian through always makes Jason sick.

However, as much as Jason would like to escape this situation, the Omega in him would never abandon a kit in danger. And there was no one in greater danger than someone challenging an alpha.

Damian is backed up against the passenger side of the batmobile now. Or rather, he's blocking Dick's path to it. His dagger is missing, but he's not deterred.

"Damian, no one will hurt him here," Dick says in a placating tone.

"Of course, you will not," Damian sneers. "You will not live long enough to regret it if you do, because I, unlike you lot, do not suffer those who hurt my family to live."

"Then let us help him."

Dick may be trying to maintain his friendly attitude, but Jason can see how strained it is.

"I have seen what help you offer," Damian says, absolutely unrelenting. "We have no need for it. If my father will not come out to face me, then we will be on our way."

Jason snorts at the brat's attitude.

The sound distracts them from their fight, gaining him both their attention.

"Who are you?" the brat demands, as he takes in Jason's form.

Jason can see the wariness in his eyes; he knows he won't stand a chance if Jason decides to team up with Dick against him. But the kid stands his ground and holds his chin up.

Brave boy.

Now Jason is curious about what he's protecting so fiercely.

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice asks from behind him, before he can answer Damian's question. "I told you not to return to the cave after patrol." Bruce continues, stomping into the cave from the manor.

"When have I ever done anything you told me?"

"Little Wing, B is right," Dick cuts in softly. "You don't want to be here right now.

The fact that Jason knows they're not dismissing his presence from the cave because they don't think he is a trusted member of the pack does not help. He may be an Omega, but he does not need to be protected. Certainly not from a child.

Not Damian.

Dick may be their resident Damian-whisperer, but he's clearly out of his element right now.

"Go fuck yourself," Jason snaps,

He takes off the helmet and domino mask underneath to give Damian a better view of his face.

"Ahki," Damian breathes, staring at Jason in disbelief.

The brat's reaction is exactly what Jason hoped for, but he did not anticipate how hearing that word from the kid would make him feel. He's stripping out of his jacket and armor to rip off his scent blockers before he's aware of what he's doing.

"Habibi," he acknowledges, crouching down so the kid can look him in the eye as he runs a hand through Damian's hair.

A soft cooing sound he wasn't aware he was capable of escapes his throat when the kit leans into his touch. He's not aware of his actions when he pulls the kid into a hug.

Damian is speaking to him in Arabic, and Jason knows he should listen, but his instincts are too jumbled for him to make sense of anything.

It has been too long since the Omega in Jason was let loose like this. Having this kit, the one he claimed so long ago in his arms again is pushing everything to the extreme.

He and Damian never talked about their shared past in the League. Jason knows it's partly due to his lack of memories, but also because he would never make Damian relieve those awful memories.

"Jason." The name is a command, a demand and a question all rolled in one, judging by the tone of Bruce's voice. It drags Jason out from the haze of instincts and hormones.

Jason bares his teeth, snarling at the alpha, even as he gathers his kit into his body to shield him from both alphas.

"Hey," Dick says, raising both hands in surrender.

"You're both safe, Little Wing. No one's going to hurt him," Dick continues.

Jason knows deep down that he's safe. They are his pack, his alphas. They will never hurt him or his kit, but the thought that they would take him away is unsettling. However, the haze of instincts has cleared off enough for him to think.

He turns an accessing gaze on Damian. He looks dirty and unkempt. Jason notes that his pants are a part of the traditional League attire, but he's missing the shirt and hood coat.

"You know Dick and your father," Jason tells Damian. "You can trust them."

Damian doesn't respond for a moment as he watches both alphas warily. "Even him?" He sneers at Tim who's currently stitching his arm.

"Yes, Habibi. He means well."

He gives the kit a little lick on the neck when he doesn't argue with Jason. He is proud to know that this Damian, at least, trusts him.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" Jason asks, ignoring Bruce and Dick's looks of surprise and confusion.

Instead of speaking, like Jason expects, Damian pulls out of Jason's hold and nudges him away from the passenger door of the batmobile, reminding Jason that Damian has been protecting someone since Jason arrived.

It takes a while for him to coax them out, so Jason rises from his crouch to stand beside Dick and Bruce as they wait.

Knowing Damian, Jason had been expecting his precious cargo to be a dog, or cat or just about any one of the strays he has a penchant for adopting.

The last thing Jason expected to see, however, is a miniaturized version of himself.

The shock of it causes him to stumble forward, which turns out to be a very bad move as it sends the kid scrambling back inside the car.

"What the fuck?" Jason hisses, turning to Bruce and Dick for an explanation, while Damian -- God, that's not their Damian, is he? He wasn't de-aged by a spell or anything. Just one from an alternate universe -- focuses on comforting the kid.

"That's what we were trying to avoid," Dick sighs tiredly. "Red Robin ran into them on patrol. We still don't know how they got here, but Bruce thinks they've been in our time a couple of days, at least."

"And you weren't going to tell me that you have a younger me present?" Jason growls lowly. "Where's Damian?"

"Upstairs," Bruce grunts. "Where you should be. We don't know how you two interacting with your past selves will mess with the timelines."

"Yeah, you have Flash turning back the time whenever things don't go his way, or hopping back and forth to the future, but Damian and I interacting with our past selves is what will mess with the timeline," Jason scoffs. "Perfect logic, Bruce."

"It's not like that, Jay," Dick says, in his mediator voice. "We were looking out for you, too."

"How about you ask me next time?" Jason informs them.

During his confrontation with Bruce and Dick, Damian has disappeared inside the car with little Jason.

"I'm going to talk to him," he informs the alphas. "Both of you make yourselves scarce by the time they emerge."

He doesn't wait for a response before he turns away. It's not like they can object. He's the only one who can ensure this doesn't end in someone getting seriously hurt.

He knocks twice on the door to announce his presence, before opening it.

Little Jason is curled up against Damian. He looks even smaller next to Damian. Jason knows he was very small for his age when he was younger, but he has a hard time remembering ever being this tiny. He can't be older than four or five years old.

The kid doesn't look up at Jason, but the tremor running through him, the hand clutching Damian tightly, and the scent of his fear filling the car lets Jason know he's aware of him.

Jason knows the feeling. It was a constant companion whenever Willis was around and he's aware that he's reminding this kid of the man.

"Hey, Sky Lark," Jason coos softly, just like his mom used to. In hopes that both the familiar pet name and the tone will help him relax.

The boy's head snaps up to stare at Jason, mouth hanging open like he had something to say but has forgotten it.

"I know you're scared, and that's okay," Jason says in his most comforting tone. "But you don't have to be. No one here is going to hurt you."

The boy is watching him with wide eyes now, through the mistrust.

"I promise you."

"You can trust him, Jason," Damian adds confidently. "He is what you become in the future. You should be proud."

Jason isn't sure about that. Sure, he has come a long way from the helpless little kid he used to be, but he's not sure he can take pride in what he is now. But young Jason is even more fascinated with him as he watches Jason with big doe eyes.

"Is that true?" Little Jay asks, his voice a timid little voice. "Are you me in the future?"

"Yes, I am."

"But you're so big!" the kid exclaims with a cute lisp.

Jason grins. It's all he can do not to gather the pup in his arms and scent him. "You will be as big as me when you're grown, too," he promises. "I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

"Can Damian come too?" he asks, his hold on Damian tightening for a moment.

"Of course, I will," Damian assures him. "Not that I need caretaking." He backtracks.

Jason snorts. "Damian is coming with us. I'll take care of both of you."

The kid looks to Damian for support, copying Damian's action when he nods.

"'Kay."

When Jason stretches his arm to pick the pup up, Little Jay meets him halfway, snuggling closer as he breathes in Jason's scent.

They remain there for a while longer, with Jason scenting and grooming his mini me before stepping out of the car.

When he does, he doesn't pause to speak to anyone. He heads directly for his nest in the manor. Whatever there is to know can wait until the kids are cleaned, fed and well-rested.

One thing he knows is this: there's no way he's returning these kids back to their timelines. If Bruce has a problem with it, he can take it up with Jason.

#ojtserversunday #cara writes #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Omega verse

[thefightingbull]

A New Life

Server Sunday Prompt - “Just give me my cut of the money and I’ll be out of here.”

Jason covered his ears as he hid from the shouting men beneath the coffee table. He’d been playing with a couple of cars when they stormed into the apartment. Shouts about a botched job told Jason he was in for a hard time if Willis got so much as a look at him. Hopefully the alpha was too drunk even after a job to catch a scent of him. Jason laid on his side, hugging his knees and praying they wouldn’t stay long.

There were four in Willis Todd’s living room, he knew because he’d seen them all a few times while they planned their job, that and there individual smells. A youthful, alpha pyromaniac with nasty scars going up his arms, another younger man that was slim and sharp with cold, cruel blue eyes. Jason assumed beta because he couldn’t ever catch the man’s scent well enough to know what presentation he was. Willis was of course there, the only man who looked slovenly and unkempt and then there was the leader of the little gang.

For their most recent job anyhow.

He was a big, scary alpha named Fergus with thick red hair and terrifying green eyes rimmed red from some type of ailment. Jason didn’t like Fergus, but he was good friends with Willis. He spoke with a funny accent and he was constantly playing with knives. Fergus had once threated to give Jason a permanent smile a few weeks back when Jason wouldn’t outwardly react to his teasing.

“Just give us our cut and we’ll be gone,” The slim, cold eyed man demanded. Jason knew it was him because the man spoke very precisely and his voice always held a touch of arrogance.  

“You were wrong about the timing, Snart,” Fergus said. “You don’t get a full cut. Neither of you do. It’s your fault I couldn’t get into the display case.”

“Tread carefully,” Snart warned. “I may avoid killing anyone that would put the heat on my tail, but you’d do no such thing.”

Jason trembled and grit his teeth. He just didn’t want to be noticed. He just had to hold as still as possible. Hope that his scent wouldn’t alert them to his presence beneath them.

“Fuck you Mick, get out of my face!” Willis snapped.

“We want our money. No,.” Mick’s gravelly voice rumbled. “We won’t be telling you a third time.”

It was tensely silent for a moment before Fergus started talking again. “You failed, Snart, something you claimed you don’t do. Take what you’re given or get the fuck out.”

Jason barely moved out of the way as his father crashed through the middle of the wooden table. He yelped in terror and ran straight into the legs of Snart. Assessing blue eyes stared down at him and Jason feared for his life as he trembled. He blinked and realized Mick had a gun in each hand, one pointed at Fergus and one at Willis.

“Little bastard what the fuck are you doing in here?” Willis roared as he slowly got to his feet, ignoring the gun aimed at him.

“Is that any way to talk to your son?” Snart hissed.

Jason was surprised as a black gloved hand gently guided him back behind Snart’s legs. He looked up and the handsome young man winked down at him before returning his gaze to the others.

“Ain’t mine! Sheila lied! Had him tested, he’s just some bastard pup I got landed with,” Willis spat.

Jason was used to it. It’s why Willis was so intent on “proper discipline”. Willis didn’t want him to turn into a whore omega like his mother. Or so he’d claimed.

“Shut up, Willis,” Fergus snapped, his hands shaking. Jason realized he didn’t have his knife in his hands or he probably wouldn’t have been so nervous.

“What are we doing, Len?” Mick Rory demanded, his eyes moving from Willis Fergus.

“Kill ‘em.” Snart shrugged. “Then we get our cut and theirs.”

Jason screamed as two loud shots rang through the air, but he didn’t see anything. In the moment before Mick could shoot the man who’d been taking care of him, Snart had turned Jason about to face the opposite direction, strong, wiry arms wrapped tightly around him.

“It’s okay, kid,” the man said, and his voice no longer held the cruel tones he’d so callously used to order Willis’ death. “Mick and I won’t hurt you. Understand?”

“But I know,” Jason trembled, closing his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks. He knew what happened to people who knew things.

The man kept Jason still in his arms, his back to the man’s front. “I know that you are aware that Willis Todd was going to kill us the moment we turned our backs. Just like I know that you are aware that Willis was likely going to sell you to Fergus. Because you know all that, I know that you know Mick and I are not going to hurt you.”

Mick stepped to Snart’s side and Jason couldn’t help but look up. Jason didn’t say anything, but the big, burned alpha did. “Leonard, we’re good.” Mick held up a large duffle bag.

“Thanks Mick,” Snart slowly turned Jason so that they could see each other again. Jason shivered, terrified of what was about to happen to him. “You have a choice to make, pup. You either grab a bag of clothes and come with us, or we can leave you behind.”

“Snart!” Mick growled.

“Forty-two seconds and we’re leaving,” Snart warned. “With or without you.”

Jason took off from the living room and ran to his own room. It wasn’t a choice. Gotham would get him eventually and he couldn’t imagine what would happen to him. Or maybe it’s because he could imagine that he was so anxious to leave. Even if Snart and Rory were bad guys, at least he could get out of Gotham. He’d run away when he got his first chance if they turned out to be anything like Willis.

As he gathered up a few pieces of clothing he heard the two thieves arguing.

“His father beats him, Mick. He was going to sell him,” Leonard snarled.

“I know, I know,” Mick sighed heavily. “He reminds you of you and Willis of—

“Say his name and I’ll blow your brains out.” Leonard hissed as Jason heard the sound of a gun cocking.

Mick didn’t sound concerned as he snorted. “Please, you know I wouldn’t say his name in front of you. I was going to say him, alright?”

The gun was put away as Jason stepped up to the large alpha and the unscented Snart. He wondered what he was. He’d assumed beta, but Jason wasn’t so sure anymore. There was something nasty and lethal about Snart, but it actually made Jason feel safe. He’d instinctively run to the man over anyone else there, including the alpha who’d been raising him.

As they walked out of the apartment, Jason with his backpack and Mick with the duffle, Leonard kept close to him. Jason could feel Leonard Snart’s hand on his shoulder, guiding and directing him through the neighborhood until they came upon an old black firebird.

“If we’re keeping the pup we’re gonna need a car seat,” Mick grumbled as he opened the driver side door and got in.

Leonard smirked and after opening the door, he pulled the passenger seat forward. “Hop in, Pup,” he ordered. “Relax Mick, I’ll get him fed properly and he’ll be healthy in no time.”

“I don’t know,” Mick smiled a gentle teasing smile as he looked back at Jason. “If he stays little, he could be useful on jobs.”

“He’s teasing, Pup,” Leonard assured him with out looking back. “We’ll get you healthy again. I promise.”

Jason nodded, even though he doubted Leonard or Mick could see him. They’d gone to staring into one another’s eyes. “Take me home, Alpha, I hate this fucking city.”

“Anything for you, Omega.” Mick promised and brought the car to life with a turn of the key.

#ojtserversunday #omega jason todd #alpha mick rory #omega leonard snart #dc cw characters #captain cold #heatwave #coldwave #Jason Todd #adoption #violence

[garpie64]

Server Sundays

Twisted Love ~ Warnings for mature content and the dreaded Ric

Dick Grayson wasn’t usually a party person. He didn’t go out to clubs and dance with random strangers grinding their bodies together. Dick Grayson would avoid bars where he’d drink and hustle and hook up with whoever caught his interest.

Ric didn’t give a shit what Dick Grayson would or wouldn’t do. This was his life and he was going to live it how he liked. If that meant spending his nights at some club and hooking up then that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Lounged at the bar, Ric already had a few beers, working on yet another as he took a break from the moving sea of bodies. There had been quite a few beauties among the sea of faces, some he might consider inviting back to his crappy apartment. Music pounded through the dark building drowning out most other noise. Colored lights flashed and danced to the music, flashing over the sea of people moving on the dance floor. A few had retreated to their booths and tables where they either drank or bordered on public indecency. The place was seedy, packed, and probably a front for something illegal which made it all the more fun.

A movement caught Ric’s eyes over the rim of his beer. Glancing over the crowd, a certain sight caught his eyes. Male omegas rarely went out to scenes like this. They preferred their own little clubs where rambunctious alphas were kicked out on their ass. This one looked familiar. Ric could have sworn he’s seen a picture of the omega somewhere. It nagged at the back of his mind, but probably wasn’t too important. After all, watching the omega dance with some burly alpha seemed much more entertaining than combing his nonexistent memory for a possible match. The omega was facing him giving Ric a perfect view of the scant clothes the omega was wearing. The burly alpha cupped plump breasts barely covered by a vibrant purple crop top. Low riding skinny jeans clung to hips swaying with the music and grinding against the alpha behind him.

Ric felt enthralled with the way the omega moved so elegantly and yet with a hint of danger. Long arms curled around the alpha’s thick neck, playing with strands of hair while the alpha mouthed at the omega’s throat. The dreamy look of pleasure, the bob of his throat to moans drowned out by music, the trail of hands roaming down his own body, Ric couldn’t rip his gaze away.

And then the omega’s eyes opened revealing golden orbs that locked with his own.

A smile stretched across the omega’s lips, one that seemed both inviting and predatory. Digging a hand into the burly alpha’s hair, the omega yanked down for what looked like a downright filthy kiss. Ric watched the omega then shove the alpha away getting a protest in response, but the alpha was easily distracted with a beta female sliding up beside him. Ric watched as the omega approached him, a sway to his hips that was absolutely sinful and a sly smirk to his lush lips. Leaned back against the bar with legs spread, Ric didn’t move as the omega slipped between his legs and leaned in to nuzzle his neck and nip his jaw.

“What’s a sexy alpha like you doing at the bar when you could be out there dancing with me?” The purr was sultry and seductive, enough to get Ric’s gears going.

A rumble escaped deep in his throat. “Think you’re good enough for my attention?”

The omega pulled back with a cocky grin. “My, what an ego. Is this how you tempt all blushing omegas into your bed?”

“Not many blushing omegas here, babe.” Ric grinned. He set his beer bottle down on the bar before sitting up and dropping his hands to the omega’s hips. He felt how the omega swayed with the music.

“No, this is a hot bed for debauchery.” The omega purred running his hands up Ric’s chest, teasing at the skin shown off so brazenly by his low cut shirt. “What do you say to some naughty fun?”

“What do you have in mind?”

The omega leaned in, standing up on his toes to reach Ric’s ear. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind.”

With that, the omega pulled away taking a few steps towards the exit before throwing a glance over his shoulder. Ric was up and moving in an instant. He followed the omega’s trail through the club and out a side door into an alley. It was the usual type of alley in Bludhaven,  covered in layers of garbage and filth, stained with unknown liquids, and whatever one could imagine. With only the light of neon signs, it  made the alley fairly dark allowing the omega to surprise Ric and pin him against the wall. Ric growled and easily flipped them around. He listened to the omega moan, eyes fluttering shut and grinding forward into Ric.

“What do you have in mind, sweetheart?” Ric purred against the omega’s throat.

“The name’s Jason.” The omega answered.

“Fine, what do have planned, Jason?”

Jason smirked. He tilted his head to catch Ric’s lips. Ric was more than happy to oblige, delving into Jason’s mouth and plundering. Their lips melded together with tongues wrestling for dominance. Ric became enthralled, feeling the lithe body up beneath him. He groaned when nails came up to scratch through his hair. A leg came up around his waist, dragging him even closer against Jason. An alley way quickie wasn’t always the best, but maybe Ric could convince Jason back to a hotel or something. The omega was truly talented with his tongue. He could only imagine what a sight he would make on his knees.

Ric’s dirty fantasy ended with an abrupt sharp pain to his throat.

“Shit, fuck,” Ric snarled shoving himself away from the omega and reaching up to his throat. He felt some sort of metal, pulling it away to see a syringe. He blinked against the darkness already creeping in around the edges of his vision. “What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?”

The omega sauntered over to him, golden eyes glowing in the darkness and face cold a stone. “I am Jason Wayne, omega son of Bruce Wayne and Talon to Owlman.”

Jason squatted down to where Ric had collapsed to the ground struggling to find the strength in his arms to resist. A sharp nail hooked under his chin forcing him up to meet the omega’s eyes.

“And you are Richard Grayson, my soon too be mate.”

Ric tried to force something out, but his jaw was slack and he simply slumped into the omega’s arms. His mind slipped away just as quickly.

When it returned, Ric was no longer in an alley. No, instead he was some sort of plush bedroom very similar to Wayne Manor, but just slightly off. Awareness came slowly, fighting through a sludge of drugs still lingering in his system. He groaned at the pounding headache it left him with and the grogginess that lingered. Trying to shift alerted Ric to a few other problems, the biggest being the pair of heavy duty cuffs keeping his wrists bound above his head to the headboard. Struggling only proved how secure the bindings were.

A second problem arose once Ric gave up with the cuffs. Whoever had snatched him had also undressed him, leaving only a thin sheet to give him some sort of dignity. Adrenaline rushed through his veins while his mind attempted to put together a plan of some sort to get out of this mess.

He let his knot overtake his mind, let the promise of a quick fuck to override sense and reason. Granted he hadn’t had much in the way of self-preservation before, but he should have been more careful when a lone male omega showed up at a club they just don’t frequent and showed interest in him. Why would an omega in heat lure an alpha into a dark secluded place.

Wait. Omega in heat?

Ric took a deep breath, sniffing the air only to have the pungent smell of heat smack him across the face. A chuckle drew his attention to a form draped over a chair just out of direct sight. With Ric’s attention now on him, the omega uncrossed his legs and rose, stepping into the light. Ric swallowed at the sight the omega made. Wearing nothing but a sheer slip of a deep royal blue color, Jason was bare beneath it showing off every inch of what was teased the night before.

“It’s good to see you awake, Richard.” Jason moved over to the bed where he had the alpha pinned down. Ric didn’t say a word, but watched with eyes failing to hide the lust. It was difficult for alphas to ignore an omega’s heats.

Jason climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle across the alpha’s still covered lap. A devilish grin crossed his features as he leaned down, cupping Ric’s jaw and keeping his lips just a breath away from the alpha’s.

“Could you be happy here with me?” Jason purred. His thumb stroked over Ric’s thumb.

Again, no response, but Jason expected it with Ric’s mind bombarded with the pheromones of an omega.

“Hmm, you’re not him. You don’t have his morals, but he’s in there. The Dick Grayson Bruce was so enthralled with that he would rather kill you than allow an inferior version of himself have you.” Jason purred. “I never knew my Dick Grayson. Bruce broke him before I came along, but he promised me if I could catch you, I can keep you.”

Jason abruptly sat up, trailing a hand down Ric’s chest. “Don’t panic. I wouldn’t use my heat to trick you into mating me. I’d much rather you’d breed me on your own desire. A willing mate takes their responsibilities as mate and sire far more seriously.”

And with that, the weight on his lap was gone. Ric let out a gasp, sucking in air he hadn’t realized he was lacking until the omega was moving across the room.

Jason paused at the door, looking back at Ric. “Until then, love.”

#ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #dick grayson #Earth-3 #talon jason todd #nonconsensual drugging #kidnapping #omegaverse #alpha dick grayson #omega jason todd #ric grayson #angst #seduction #obsession #non con #nothing graphic #no smut

[dapper-wings]

A Boy Needs His Father

Drabble for this week’s Server Sunday Prompt :) 

Jason dropped his backpack next to the bar stool at the kitchen island and pulled himself up. He reached across the counter and grabbed the bowl of after-school snacks Alfred always left there for him. 

He had way too much homework. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, but there was just so much of it! He liked learning, but he liked learning at his own pace. Not when it piled up like this. 

He yanked his notebook and pen out of his bag and started writing out math problems. But after the first few sets, the number stopped adding up, simple figures felt confusing and he felt more and more stressed. Finally, he let out a frustrated growl and was surprised when it was answered by a low huff from the kitchen doorway. He turned to see Bruce walking over. 

“Jason?” Bruce asked. Jason hunched in on himself as Bruce took the stool next to him, long legs planted firmly on the ground where Jason’s dangled off the round top. 

“It’s too hard. I can’t do this. It’s stupid.” 

Bruce looked down at the math problems scrawled across the pages and then at his son’s distraught face. “I remember doing these," he said. “How about we each grab some chocolate cake and then work on it together?” 

Jason beamed, his scent shifting from stress to relief. Bruce relaxed at the change and softly rumbled as he got the cake and two plates and brought them back over with two glasses of milk. 

“Thanks, Dad.” said Jason, diving into his plate. Bruce smiled and put his hand on the young omega’s shoulders. “You’re welcome, Jaylad.” 

#ojtserversunday #omega jason todd #bruce wayne #drabble

[primeemeraldheiress]

OJT Server Sunday

I’m a little behind and that’s my bad. I’m sorry, guys!

Prompt for May 3rd was 

Submissions:

We Gotta Stick Together - Duke & Jason by @sirgnomethegiant​

Arrested Expectations - Roy/Jason/Kori & Roy/Jason by @thenafics​

Sunday 17th Prompt:

Submissions:

Twisted Love - Ric/Jason by @garpie64​ - Mind the Tags

Apologies for getting these out late!

#ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #Omega Jason Todd #Omegaverse #Roy Harper #Duke Thomas #Kori #Ric Grayson

[spartanbunjase]

Server Sunday.

I can’t think of any warnings...mob stuff? strip club office. 

As the music thumped through the club. Dancers were draping themselves over poles for others to watch. Patrons were flashing cash and drinking like fish. Most of the back booths were full of clients having conversations, awaiting their turn in the more private rooms for a dance.

The club’s owner Jason Todd-Maroni looked down at the biggest stage of the three strip clubs he owned. All were legal as Jason had had enough of illegal activity growing up and his Pa and Grandpa, CJ and Salvatore Maroni, were understanding of him wanting to be away from it all. The music was giving Jason a slight headache. His vision feeling a little fuzzy around the edges as he watched and waited for his mate to return.

There was currently a group performance going on; four omegas, four betas and two alphas entertaining the crowd. He could see the tell-tale flash of green that would mean a good night’s revenue as half was directed at the dancers and the other half was going to the bar. If the itch under his skin was any indication then his heat was due, he’d pull in more money if he danced but he just didn’t feel safe. Plus, his alpha was due back in town for the first time in a month and their daughter was going to spend the week with her Grandpa CJ.

Instead of joining his employees in the break room, Jason turned the frequency of his earpiece to the table the Falcone boys always used. They had a set table they converted in the club, something Jason didn’t fight against as it made them feel comfortable. When people were comfortable they acted freer. Free with their money and free with their mouths. He’d had to ban several of them over the years for stepping out of line, but the family still came by.

“Just give me my cut of the money and I’ll be out of here. The Mrs will nag me if he finds out I was here.” Felicity, a blonde alpha who was every bit an arsehole of an alpha Jason grew up with, grumbled out. Jason had seen her around his neighbourhood before he’d gotten out. She’d always been rude to anyone who wasn’t an alpha and he felt sympathy for her wife, a kind omega that seemed to use all his time to worship the ground his husband walked on.

He didn’t usually allow that sort of business. He didn’t want a shootout in his clubs. Except something about this transaction had him on edge.

“You got to wait.” Falcone’s second son, and the least favourite out of the four, passed her a glass of whisky. “We ain’t got the information yet. They should be here, ah, Dom over here.” Jason looked over to where he was waving. Ice ran down his spine as he saw Dom Taglioni, a former friend of CJ who had disappeared just before Jason had been taken in. CJ had ensured Jason knew about the dangerous beta. His love of torturing people for information infamous within their circle. He’d become a turncoat and fled to save his own skin.

Jason watched as Dom handed over a brown envelope. Felicity pulled out the contents and Jason flinched. CJ’s face was looking back at him. A recent photo at that, it had been snapped as he’d left The Park View two nights ago. Jason knew this because he’d been the one CJ was having dinner with. More photos appeared. Each one detailing where a member of his family had been during the week. Luckily, he and his daughter weren’t included.

Thank fuck for speed dial, Jason thought as he punched in his unlock code and called CJ. “Pa,” he said as soon as the line connected, “dancing is strong tonight.” It was a code they’d set up when he’d opened his first club. It meant he had information and was alone, needing CJ to be in the same position.

“Let me just turn down the TV.” His Pa replied. Jason listening as he stepped away from whatever he was doing. “What’s up?”

“Tag resurfaced and handed a packet with all you guys in it to the Falcone family.” He could feel himself shaking. Fear trying to crawl in at the prospect of his Pa and Grandpa being taken out. “All recent, even one from our dinner. Pa, I’m scared.” He hadn’t felt fear much since getting his new family. None of them ever raising a hand to him or trying to control him because of his secondary gender.

“Just wait there. Don’t reveal yourself or how you know. The club is your livelihood son and I won’t have you risking it for us.” Jason went to interrupt his Pa, but he knew his son too well. “Nope, you know Grandpa would agree with me. Your clubs mean too much to you. Zsasz will meet them all outside.”

Jason gave a sigh of relief and went over to his safe. “I’ll give Zsasz his money Pa, you just focus on this.”

“No Jay, I’ll deal with all that. You need to stay put or get home. I know your heat is coming soon and Floyd is going to be back tonight too. You can still leave Zoe here. I’ll never let anything happen to my grandbaby.” Jason smiled softly to himself. CJ had a reputation as a hard bastard who took no shit. Jason had been nervous when he’d had to introduce Floyd Lawton, aka Deadshot, to his Pa and Grandpa; especially as he had a kid from his first omega. They’d welcomed the man in with only one shovel talk each. Now they were as much a part of the family as Jason. Sal only complaining minutely about being a great-grandpa for his then twenty-three-year-old grandson.

With the current crisis unfolding in his club, Jason knew that CJ’s priority would be ensuring Zoe and he were safe. Money would change hands, with the potential of Deathstroke being called in to subtly guard them while he went through his heat. If not Slade, then Floyd would call in his Squad. CJ would keep his mate in the loop so he could relax. There was nothing else he could do, so he kept listening and watching the door for Floyd.

#ojtserversunday #jason todd #floyd lawton #omegaverse #omega jason todd #nontraditional omegaverse

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU) Additional Tags: ojtserversunday, Fluff, Drabble Summary:

Jason is going to put the blame for this firmly on Roy's shoulders. When they get arrested, it is Roy's fault at least 87% of the time, 95% if they're in space. Which they are. So yeah, this one is Roy's fault. Or close enough.

#ojtserversunday #jason todd #roy harper #koriand'r #thenawrites #thenafics

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A New Life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2x1Evt2

by TheFightingBull

Written for OJT's Server Sundays - Jason is not the son of Willis Todd, but still got stuck with him. Luckily for Jason a couple of thieves taken an interest in his plight.

Words: 1351, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Jason Todd, Leonard Snart, Mick Rory, Willis Todd, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Leonard Snart & Jason Todd, Mick Rory & Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Threatened selling of a child, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Character(s), Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Mick Rory, Omega Leonard Snart, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, thieves in love, coldwave, Omega Leonard Snart is always in charge, OJTServerSundays, Not Beta Read

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2x1Evt2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #DCcoldwave #ColdWave fanfiction

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PROMPT:

Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Catherine Todd

Warning: implied/referenced child abuse.

Jason Todd makes no attempt to eat his burger or even take a sip from his soda, despite the loud rumbling of his stomach. He clutches the bag tightly, bringing it closer to his chest when he sees Bruce staring, like he's afraid Bruce would take offense and demand his food back.

Bruce Wayne does not understand him. His threadbare clothes do nothing to hide the skin stretched over bones. He can see the outline of the boy's ribs through his red hoodie. He is clearly very hungry and going by the way he can't seem to take his eyes off the bag of fast food or even how he keeps taking lungs full of the aroma wafting from it, like if he breathes deep enough, he will be filled. He would bet his entire fortune that this kid has not had a good meal in weeks, or even months. Even one as unhealthy as greasy fast food.

The child is clearly starving. Yet, he has not made any attempt to help himself.

Bruce does not have any experience with poverty or homelessness. Even at the lowest point of his life, he had access to basic human needs. Still, he knows enough about human behavior to know that Jason's behavior right now is not the norm. When he gives a clearly starving person food, they usually devour it immediately.

There are only a few reasons why he would not want to eat the food he had enthusiastically accepted from Bruce. Either he plans to use the food as payment for his safety, in which case, Bruce needs to start looking into gangs exploiting kids, or he has someone, most likely a younger sibling in his care. Considering the fact that Bruce had caught him trying to jack off the fourth tire of the batmobile, after successfully getting away with the other three, Bruce is not sure what is most likely to be the case.

"You going to turn me in now?" Jason asks him, once Bruce's burger is out of sight.

"I promised you I wouldn't," Bruce tells him as earnestly as he can manage.

It doesn't convince the child at all.

"Yeah, right," he scoffs. "That's what you all say."

"Don't you think it would be counter-productive to have you arrested for trying to survive? I'm trying to make Gotham safe for kids like you, Jason. Not put you in jail. I might take you somewhere safe, so you don't have to keep living on the streets, but--"

"I'm not on the streets," Jason cuts in defensively. The fear and worry in his expression is clear now. "I live with my mom and we're fine. If you're not going to arrest me, then I'll be on my way."

A mom. Bruce can't decide if it's a euphemism for Boss. He has seen some awful things since becoming Batman. He also knows some parents take advantage of their kids and force them into crimes as a way to 'earn their keep'.

Jason is most likely taking the food to this person, if he's not eating it, and Batman needs to separate them if the child is being exploited.

The child doesn't wait for Bruce's response before he starts his trek back to the Narrows.

Making a snap decision, Bruce calls out to him.

"Common, I'll drop you off wherever you want," he says, knowing Jason would never let Batman drop him off at home. The child is too suspicious, and rightfully so.

Jason stops in his tracks, but he makes no attempt to accept Bruce's offer.

"It will be morning before you make it all the way across town," Bruce points out. "That's <i>if</i> you don't get attacked for the food."

With that, Jason agrees to let Bruce give him a ride.

Even though he was quiet for the first couple of minutes, Bruce could see the wheels turning in the boy's head. Jason has a very expressive face that tells Bruce he is gearing up to say something, as he takes in the interior of the batmobile.

Jason doesn't take as long as Bruce thought he would.

"You're probably rich, huh?" Jason observes.

Oh God, Bruce hopes this kid is not about to proposition him.

"Not really." Bruce's answer is terse to discourage further probing.

"So it's true what they say?" Jason continues, either missing Bruce's reluctance to continue with this conversation or ignoring it. "That you're fucking Bruce Wayne for money?"

If Batman didn't have such a tight rein on his microexpressions, he would have choked. "That's not language suitable for a child."

Jason turns in his seat so that Bruce doesn't miss the elaborate eye-roll.

"I guess you've had to pay informants, huh?" Jason asks. "You know, like in the stories, where a dude is rewarded for giving the cops valuable information for solving a crime. You do that?"

"Sometimes." Bruce is invested in where Jason is going with his questioning. "Why? Do you have information to sell?"

"Depends on your going rate," the boy sasses.

"And how much do you want?" Bruce asks.

"I read in the papers that the FBI pay up to a hundred grand," Jason shrugs. "Shouldn't be too much for you to match, seeing as you have a rich boyfriend."

"One hundred thousand dollars?" The only reason Bruce doesn't laugh is because he doesn't want Jason to think he's being made fun of.

That, and the possibility that Jason may be trying to get free from his abuser, by having Batman go after them.

"You really think your information is worth that much?" Bruce asks.

"You tell me, Batman." Jason shrugs again. "It was worth enough to cause a war between Penguin and Scarecrow. Enough to make my dad disappear, not that that's a bad thing."

Bruce doesn't think he's supposed to hear the last part, as Jason mutters it under his breath. But the cowl picks up the words clearly.

A criminal and/or abusive mother and mob affiliated but now absentee father. Bruce is debating calling Social Services.

He's also aware of the war between Penguin and Scarecrow. A few months ago, there were rumors of a collaboration between the two factions to take over Gotham, before accusations of betrayal.

If it wasn't for the lives being lost, Bruce would be grateful for their misunderstanding.

Still, a hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money for someone like Jason, and is most likely to draw the wrong attention.

"I'll give you five thousand," Bruce tells him.

"Out of a hundred? Are you really that cheap?" Jason snorts. "You roll around in a ride like this and can't even pay for information? Okay, I'll do you a favor and take seventy."

"Ten," Bruce counters.

"All you rich assholes like taking advantage of poor people," Jason grumbles angrily. When Bruce doesn't budge, he relents. "Fifty."

"Fifteen."

"Fifty," Jason repeats firmly.

"Alright, twenty five thousand dollars and that's my final offer."

"Deal!" Jason agrees immediately.

Bruce watches him spit on his palm before extending it to Bruce for a handshake.

"Come on," he urges when Bruce makes no attempt to shake his hand. "We gotta shake on it to seal the deal."

In the face of that logical argument, Bruce spits in his own hand before clasping it to Jason's in a handshake.

If Jason believes he has information that can help, then twenty five thousand dollars is not too much to pay someone who clearly needs it. The cash in the batmobile isn't up to the amount, but it should be enough to buy the time he would need to get the rest from the manor.

"Alright." He follows Jason's directions on where to park. "What's this information?"

"Wait here," Jason instructs him, undoing the seat belt. "I'll bring it to you."

Bruce gives Jason a minute head-start before he takes to the rooftops, to trail the young boy.

After a few twists and turns, he comes to a stop in front of a dilapidated building. A woman rushes out and pulls Jason into a hug.

"I've been looking all over for you!" she scolds. "Where were you? Chris said some man took you. Is that true?"

She is rail thin, her threadbare clothes hanging off her body, but she sounds genuinely distressed as she checks him for injuries.

"I'm fine, Mom," Jason says in comfort before shoving the food at her. "Look, I got us food and I found a way to get away from the men looking for dad."

The woman -- Jason's mom -- shoves the food back at him, before pulling him into an apartment with the door barely hanging on a hinge.

It's hard not to notice the woman's limp, or the way Jason supports some of her weight as they go.

Bruce takes a second to process everything.

Judging by the environment and what he's seen and heard, Jason isn't being abused, but he's in even more danger.

Whether he plans to pay off his father's debt with the money or not, Bruce knows he has to get mother and son away from this place before they end up as victims of mob violence. Whether Jason really does have information to sell or not.

With that, Bruce hops down to the street from his perch on the roof.

Despite how mindful he is of the door, the moment his fist to connects with the door, it falls off the hinge holding it in place, exposing Jason and his mother having either a very late dinner or a very early breakfast in their one bedroom apartment.

They both jump at the sight of him, and once realization dawns on them, their reactions are wildly different.

Jason's mom cowers with fear, shrinking into herself while attempting to wrap herself around her son, but Jason won't have it. He is livid.

"What the fuck, Batman!" the child hisses angrily. "I told you to wait for me."

"Jason, stop," his mother pleads, pulling Jason behind her.

The boy is unmoved. His mother's frailness is no match for his strength.

"You broke our door! Why the fuck would you do that?"

Despite his obvious anger, they're both careful not to raise their voices. Bruce imagines that getting a visit from Batman isn't a good thing in this neighborhood.

"Calm down," Bruce growls.

Both mother and son freeze where they stand.

"We didn't do nothing wrong, Batman," the lady tells him in a trembling voice. "If you're looking for my husband, we don't know where he is."

"I'm here for Jason," Bruce tells her, registering her distress just before he turns to Jason. "You were taking too long," he lies. "I wanted to make sure you were fine."

This seems to placate the boy a bit, but not his mother, who demands to know what the hell is going on.

Bruce watches silently as Jason explains his plans to his mother.

Apparently, his plan is to sell the information his father stole from Scarecrow to Batman, in exchange for money that will get them out of Crime Alley.

His mom doesn't look thrilled, but she lets Jason climb into the ceiling to retrieve what her husband had hidden there.

"You won't arrest him when you have what you want, will you?" she asks with a fierce look.

Bruce can't help but admire that about her. Not a lot of people have that look about them when Batman is staring them down.

Must be where Jason gets his spunk.

"Jason is a good boy," she continues. "He did a bad thing, but it was for a good reason. His heart is in the right place, I swear."

"Mrs Todd--" Bruce starts, but she interrupts him.

"Catherine."

"Catherine," he repeats. "I don't plan to arrest your son," he continues as calmly as Batman's voice will let him. "We made a deal and I intend to uphold my end."

"So you're just going to hand Jason twenty-five grand?" Catherine asks suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"Yes," he tells her simply. "But I don't have twenty-five thousand dollars in cash right now. I can give you a thousand tonight, and a safe place for the night. Seeing as I broke your door. Tomorrow, you will get the rest of the money and I will call someone to fix your door."

As he talks, he pulls out the bills from his utility belt and hands it to her.

Of course, he has no plans of letting them return here. But if he has learned anything from being Batman, it's that, sometimes, all some people have left is their pride.

Poor people hate being treated as charity.

Siccing Alfred on her would be more productive. All he has to do is make sure they meet. Dick would probably appreciate having someone young in the manor, too.

"And you swear Jason will be safe?" Catherine stresses, eyes flickering between the money and Bruce's face.

"I swear," he vows solemnly. That much, he can promise.

A few minutes later, Jason returns from the ceiling, an envelope clutched in his hand.

"Jason," Catherine calls softly, pulling him into her arms before he can give Bruce the envelope. "Baby, there's something I have to tell you about…"

#cara writes #ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #bruce wayne #catherine todd #Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne #Jason Todd & Catherine Todd #Catherine is a trying mom #She loves her son #Catherine Todd lives

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PROMPT:

PAIRING: JASON TODD & BRUCE WAYNE

Angst.

POST RHATO 25 AND RIP ALFRED PENNYWORTH

The news of the Joker's death rocks all of Gotham City. Especially the caped crusaders and sworn protectors.

For Bruce Wayne, it is a time for sober reflections.

In the decades since he started his quest to make Gotham safe, Bruce has gained a lot. A family, friends and allies. But he has lost just as much, if not more.

Although, not all to the clown.

Still, the news of the Joker's death gives Bruce a lot to think about. Mostly of the son he lost to the clown's machinations; and despite his miraculous resurrection, Bruce never got him back.

Bruce always thought that if the clown died, it would be by Jason's hand. He's still not certain that Jason had nothing to do with the accident that caused the Joker to slip and break his neck. But Red Hood hasn't been in Gotham for almost two years.

There's a bouquet of white lilies, set up tastefully on his desk, when he goes in to work the next day. There's no name from the sender, but it's signed My sincerest condolences in Jason's cursive.

It's the most Bruce has heard from his son since Alfred's funeral.

All his kids returned at some point, even Dick. Bruce had thought the meeting at the bar would be the start of a new chapter, what with Alfred gone and the family needing to stick together. But Jason's new chapter did not include the family.

Bruce's son has been legally resurrected, but he has never been more lost to Bruce. He had thought they were making progress, following the Penguin's shooting and their talk after Roy's death.

But Jason had set them back by taking over the Iceberg Lounge and declaring himself a legal entity.

He can admit that Jason has been doing a lot of good for the people of lower Gotham, who he fondly refers to as his people. Red Hood operates out of Gotham, but Jason Todd has been very active in Gotham.

It's all Bruce has been trying to teach Jason. He only wishes that Jason would leave the criminal lifestyle behind.

The flowers seem to be just an innocent bouquet. No hidden message, bomb or harmful substances. Besides the message, that is.

Bruce isn't sure if the note is meant to be mocking, sarcastic or sincere. You never know with Jason, it could be all three. But receiving a condolence message a few hours after the Joker's death is announced is no coincidence.

He knows it's not an invitation, but he takes it as one.

A couple of minutes later, he's driving downtown to where he knows Jason spends most of his free time these days.

Bruce has never set foot in the Catherine Todd Community Center. Not even when it was opened. The news had had a field day, all speculating why Gotham's biggest philanthropist didn't show up for his son.

He gets some suspicious looks as he steps out of the car, but he ignores them.

When he asks to see Jason, he gets even more suspicious looks, before Jason appears.

"You sure about this?" the young man at the front desk asks Jason under his breath.

If Bruce wasn't so well-trained, he wouldn't have picked up the words.

Bruce recognizes the man. He used to be Two Face's henchman.

Jason only nods before leading Bruce to his office.

Bruce takes a quick look around the office. It's pretty standard for an office, big and spacious with bits of personal touches. Like the art on the wall, the framed photographs on the desk and the replica of Red Hood's helmet on the shelf at the far side of the office.

"If you're here to ask for the location of a Lazarus Pit, you're in the wrong place," Jason informs him as he puts the desk between them. "You're better off asking Ra's."

Jason doesn't sit, and he doesn't offer Bruce a seat. They stand there, with the mahogany desk between them as they size each other up.

"That's not why I'm here."

"No?" Jason asks.

It's clear that Jason doesn't believe him. Bruce doesn't know why Jason believes Bruce would go to such lengths for someone like Joker.

"Then why are you here?"

"How are you?" Bruce asks instead. He's worried about Jason. About how he's doing and how he's taking the news.

"I'm peachy," Jason snorts. "But then again, I didn't just lose my greatest love," he says in a sarcastic voice. "How are you doing, Bruce?"

"I'm alright," Bruce says carefully. "I got your flowers." And then, because it's as good as anything to begin a conversation, he asks, "Why did you send them?"

Jason shrugs. "It seemed appropriate."

He's trying to look relaxed and carefree, but Bruce can see how tense he really is.

"I was told it's what you do when someone loses a loved one." Then he fixes his luminous green eyes on Bruce. "Did you not like them? I specifically told the florist to make sure they're lilies, because I know they're your favorite."

Bruce hums.

"You have five minutes to state why you're here," Jason informs him when he doesn't say anything more. "After that, I'm having security toss you out."

Now that he's here, he doesn't know why he made the decision to come.

Checking up on Jason to see how he's taking the news of the clown's death seemed like a good reason. He needed to be sure Jason wouldn't do anything brash. Jason has a history of lashing out when things feel out of his control and it's important that he knows he doesn't have to deal with this alone.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, in light of the recent news," Bruce tells him. "I know how you feel about the Joker and I can't blame you, given your history. We've had our differences, but you will never stop being family, Jason. You don't have to deal with this alone. I'm here for you."

Jason stares incredulously at him, his mouth hanging half-open in surprise.

"Wow!" Jason exclaims. "Joker's death must have hit you harder than I thought if you're checking up on me."

"Jason--" Bruce starts, absolutely horrified that he thinks Bruce cares so little about him. He takes a step forward, but stops himself when Jason flinches. "The Joker's death means nothing to me, Jason. I only care about you."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jason explodes. "And where was your concern when he killed me? When I came back lost and confused? Tell me, Bruce, where were you when I was just a boy that needed his father?

"Now your favorite playmate is gone, and you need someone to take your frustration out on? I mean, why not dust up the old punching bag? Jason’s always good at taking a hit, isn't he? All you have to do is give him a little kick in the ass.

"This may come as a surprise to you, Bruce, seeing as you have no concept of it, but I've moved on. I don't spend all my days thinking about what a hypocrite you are or about a clown that should have died a long time ago.

"So, you can take your concern and shove it up your ass. I'm sure one of your other flock will do just fine for a punching bag. If not, you're rich enough to get a new one."

As if he's been waiting for her cue, the door opens and Jason's Amazon teammate steps in.

"Little One," she says, giving Bruce a once over and then promptly dismissing him to fix her eyes on Jason, "they're ready."

There's so much Bruce needs Jason to know. So much he has to tell him, but then Jason turns to him with a steady gaze. He doesn't have to say anything, Bruce gets his message.

The Amazon looks eager to throw him out, but Bruce leaves before she gets the chance.

Jason has moved on. There’s nothing here for him. There hasn’t been in years. He finally understands that, and adds one more loss to his life.

#Cara writes #ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #jason todd & bruce wayne #Bruce Wayne's bad parenting #Bruce Wayne's A++ parenting #There's a dead joker in the room #Jason has moved on #cara.scribbles

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PROMPT:

RELATIONSHIP: BRUCE WAYNE & JASON TODD

"What's going on?" Dick Grayson asks, stepping into the kitchen. He has his game face on and strategically occupies the vacant seat between Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd.

Ever the mediator, Jason thinks, rolling his eyes and getting to his feet.

He knows what's coming. Dick will side with Bruce and try to convince Jason to change his mind. Jason knows he already lost, but maybe that can be delayed further if he puts enough distance between himself and the occupants of Wayne Manor.

"The invitation to Master Jason's graduation arrived today." It's Alfred Pennyworth, who until now has chosen to ignore Jason and Bruce, who answers. "He has declined to attend the ceremony."

At times like this, Jason wishes he could go back to the time when he was trying to kill the Bats and they were trying to put him in Arkham.

Ah. Fun times.

Unfortunately, life likes to fuck him over and Dick catches up to him just as he's about to get on his bike.

"Hey, Little Wing," Dick says, skidding to a stop. "What's this about you not going to your graduation?"

Jason rolls his eyes. "That's all it is."

"Come on, Jay." Dick gives him one of his blinding grins.

"Why can't I skip my graduation without the world ending?" Jason snaps before Dick can continue with whatever platitude he was preparing to spout. "You can drop out of college, and that's okay. Tim drops out of high school and it's no big deal. Hell, Damian decided he was too grown up for school and no one batted an eye. But I don't want to attend my graduation and it's the apocalypse!"

"You know that's not why Alfred and Bruce are concerned," Dick says, turning his sad eyes on Jason. "It's not the same."

"You're right; it's not the same. At least I completed the units requirement and the diploma will be sent in the mail. So how about you and everyone else get off my case? Tell Bruce I'll let him have it if it will make him feel better."

It's mean and Jason hates himself, even as the words leave his mouth, but he doesn't take them back. He doesn't hear Dick's response. Too busy hightailing it away from the manor on his bike. Jason can’t take another moment of Dick's sad eyes.

Jason doesn't doubt for one second, that this is what Talia hoped for when she forwarded his mails to the Manor. He should have expected it when she didn't respond to his announcement that he was skipping the ceremony.

By some miracle, he manages to avoid Dick and the rest of the Bats for the next couple of weeks. In that time, he's blissfully free of any talks about his graduation ceremony.

Just one more week, and Jason can put this whole thing behind him.

Turns out, he should have been less focused on Dick coming after him to make his case, and more concerned about Bruce refusing to take no for an answer.

Jason has just finished dismantling a human trafficking ring, disguised as a modeling agency in Tokyo. He plans to take a couple of days to rest in his hotel and enjoy the tourist attractions before returning to Gotham. That plan goes out the window the moment he finds Bruce, not Batman, waiting for him in his hotel room.

"Whatever it is," Jason sighs tiredly, too exhausted to get in a screaming match with Bruce, "I'm sure it can wait a few days until I return to Gotham."

Bruce actually looks sorry when he answers, "Your graduation is in a week."

This is Jason’s personal hell. Willis was right. Nothing good ever comes from going to school.

"What does it matter?" Jason asks. Since he's not getting into a fight, he's going to take a shower. "I already made it clear I'm not going."

"Why?" Bruce asks and he sounds so genuinely confused, Jason can't tell if he's faking it.

"Why?" Jason snarls angrily. "Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"No, you haven't," Bruce replies as he shakes his head. "You've said a lot of things to derail the point, but nothing about the reason you don't want to attend your graduation."

"Because I can do what I want and I don't want to attend? Because it’s a stupid ceremony? Because--"

His voice cuts off when Bruce places a hand on his shoulder.

"Jaylad," Bruce says, so softly that it makes Jason feel like a kid again.

Jason takes in a shuddering breath to distract himself from the burning behind his eyes.

"Do you remember your first day of school after coming to the manor?" Bruce asks. His hand has traveled up to Jason's temple, brushing his hair back.

Does Jason remember?! Like Jason could ever forget. It was one of the best days of Jason's life.

"I'd never seen anyone so excited about school," Bruce continues. "Alfred and I thought your excitement would diminish with time, but it never did. Every day was the first day all over again. As much as you loved being Robin, you never let it get in the way of your education.

"You were always so excited to learn, and not just in school. Everything you came across was a chance to learn something new. I'd never met anyone that could soak up information like you can, Jay. And I know how excited you were to graduate high-school, because you never thought you would. What's the real reason you don't want to go?"

"It's not like I don't want to go, okay?"

Jason scrubs his eyes to hide the tears gathered there. He's never heard Bruce string together so many words about him that didn't include a scold or an insult. It's a heady feeling and Jason doesn't know what to do with it.

"I'm a fraud. I didn't even want to go to school. But Talia said she wouldn't train me unless I got a life outside my revenge. I thought with how much she looked down on the western world, their educational system would annoy her more than anything."

"I see," Bruce says in that carefully controlled tone he uses when he's mimicking an emotionless robot. "But you didn't have to continue after your training."

"It was just something to do, and for a while it was all I had." Jason shrugs. "And now they expect me to give a speech about the experience when the only reason I went was because I was blinded by revenge."

"Sometimes, I want to turn back the clock to before…" Bruce swallows heavily and Jason can see the effort it takes to continue speaking. "If only it will save us both the pain and heartbreak you've been through. Losing you was the worst thing I'd ever been through. You were so young, so bright and full of life. There's so much we had planned, many of those things we'll never get the chance to do.

"If you really don't want to attend your graduation, you have my support. But if you do decide to go, nothing will make me happier than to be a proud parent in that hall, cheering you on as you give your speech and accept your degree. Because you're not a fraud, Jason. Talia may have given you the ultimatum, but you saw it through. You did the work and now your hard work has paid off.” Bruce grips his shoulder. “I couldn't be more proud of you."

Jason's breath catches and he feels the dam holding back his tears break as tears pours freely from his eyes. He wants to say something, but his throat is tight with emotion.

Bruce doesn't hesitate to pull Jason into a tight hug. It feels exactly like it did when Jason was a kid and the safest place in the world was his dad's arms.

"You're okay, Jaylad," Bruce murmurs, comforting him as his tears soak Bruce's dress shirt. "I have you."

It takes a while, but he finally calms down long enough to say what he really wants. What he needs Bruce to hear.

"Thanks, Dad," Jason chokes. "Also, I'd love to have you at my graduation."

The smile Bruce gives him is one he hasn't seen in years. Knowing it's for him, makes Jason even happier.

#cara writes #ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #good mom talia #good dad bruce wayne #jason todd & bruce wayne #cara.scribbles

[thefightingbull]

Consoling Superheroes

Jason could hear the crying. It wasn’t the sobbing of a child, or the frightened wails of a woman being smacked around. It was something different and Jason kept moving as he followed the sound. Whoever they were, it sounded like grief. Like they were sad and hurting deep down. No one should be alone when they felt that way, or at least, that’s what Pops was always saying.

He held the straps of his backpack a little tighter. There’d been a fight in this area between Flash and some person turned monster. He was supposed to walk straight home from school, but Jason was curious and when people were crying, he worried.

Maybe someone’s home got wrecked, or pet got smashed or something equally awful.

He turned down an alley way and walked as quietly as Daddy taught him to. He didn’t want to spook anyone. He stepped softly until he came upon a red clad superhero. His mask was down or off or whatever. Jason could see the dark brown spiky hair sticking up all over the place.

“What are you crying for, Flash?” Jason asked softly.

The man startled and was on his feet in a heartbeat. Jason blinked and couldn’t help but smile at the power the apparently young man had. Jason wished he could move that fast. He’d never be late for class again!

“H-hey there, Jason,” Flash stuttered out as he looked around.

“I’m walking home from school. My dad and my pop are at home waiting for me.” Jason assured him as he walked closer to Flash. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

“Oh, uh, no reason buddy,” Flash chuckled. “You should, you should head on home.”

Jason shook his head. He wasn’t going to leave the hero behind. It looked pretty safe, but Flash was really sad. He stepped up to his side. “You should talk about it. It will help. Aunt Lisa says it’s important that we talk, especially men. Or we’ll grow up emotionally constipated until we die of heart attacks.”

Flash laughed at him, which Jason was sure should bother him, but for some reason it didn’t. People had a tendency to either laugh or cower at the things that Aunt Lisa said. So he wouldn’t take it personally this time.

“I just… I had a fight and it didn’t end the way I wanted it to.”

Jason nodded. “We saw it on the news. They said the monster was destroyed.”

“Yeah, it’s better than humanizing a victim,” the Flash hiccupped and then started to cry again. “There had to be another way… I should have… I…”

Jason watched as the man dropped to his knees and started crying again. He placed his left hand on the Flash’s shoulder. “I know it hurts. I can see you are hurting,” Jason tried. He wanted to say what Daddy would say to make him feel better, but he wasn’t sure it would work on the Flash.

“Thanks, Jason, but I killed someone. I’m responsible for someone’s life and I failed them.”

Death was going to happen in this line of work. He was surprised that Flash didn’t know that. He took a deep breath and hugged Flash. “Its okay, Flash. You did a bad thing for a good reason.”

“You think so?” Flash cried, doubting Jason.

“I know so. You’re a hero. You always do things to protect people. That’s your job.”

They were silent for several moments when Jason flinched at the sound of his Dad’s cold gun revving up. He turned and saw Captain Cold standing in the alley way. The gun was activated, but Dad’s goggles were down, which meant Flash wasn’t in any real danger.

“There you are! Your old man and I have been worried sick about you, Jason,” his dad frowned. “Come here so I can take a look at you.”

Jason sighed, gave the Flash another squeeze and then walked over to prove his dad that he was just fine. “Flash is sad. He killed that monster thing.”

“So I heard,” His dad looked down at him and ruffled his curly black hair before moving to Flash’s side. “You alright, Kid?”

“Yeah, fine,” Flash tried to laugh again, but even Jason could tell he didn’t mean it.

“I saw that fight go down, Kid, you made the right choice.”

“It doesn’t feel that way. Especially when he turned back to a man.” Flash admitted with another sob. “He was my age, Snart. My age…”

Jason frowned when both grown ups fell silent. He’d hoped his dad would make it all better. Flash was Jason’s favorite superhero and he knew for fact that both of his parents adored the speedster, too. They didn’t allow the Rogues to hurt Flash or his team, even if they got a good shot. Anyone who did was severely punished. Or, so Aunt Lisa said.

They didn’t let Jason know everything that happened in their group.

“Look at me, Scarlet,” he heard his dad speak up. “You did what you had to. If you didn’t, innocent lives would have been lost. We don’t know where he was heading, but even then. Had you not taken his life, he would have taken yours and then where would Central City be?”

Flash sniffed hard and tried to wipe at his face, but Jason could tell he was embarrassed. He could see how much the superhero was blushing as Jason’s dad tried to make him feel better. He stayed where he was, despite wanting to help. If dad wanted him closer he’d wave him over. He was probably in enough trouble for the detour and trouble with Dad meant time trials with a bunch of locks.

“Scarlet, the fact that you feel bad about this justified kill, means you’re still the man and hero you want to be.”

It must have been the right thing to say because Flash hugged his dad real tight. “Thanks, Len,” the man said and kissed his dad on the cheek before flashing away.

“Whoa!” Jason exclaimed.

Dad stood up and had something of a blush on his face. He walked over and took Jason’s hand. “Yeah, whoa is right, but you keep quiet about this, got it? I’ll talk to your father when we get home, but he doesn’t need to hear it from your mouth, understand?”

“Of course, Daddy!” Jason grinned and hugged the man as tightly as he could. “Thanks for making him feel better. I tried, but I didn’t do it as good as you did.”

Dad picked him up and gave him warm hug, scenting Jason as he did so. “Anything for my pup and his favorite superhero.”

#ojtserversunday #coldwave #dc cw characters #omega leonard snart #omega jason todd #alpha barry allen #alpha mick rory #beta lisa snart #not edited #not beta read

[thefightingbull]

Meeting A New Rogue

Barry didn’t know what to do with the little boy he’d found at a crime scene. Truth be told, he was infuriated with Captain Cold and Heatwave. True, the men hadn’t broken their deal, but really? Using a pup to help them steal and then leaving him behind? He’d always know Leonard Snart was cold, but that’s not what this was.

This was cruel.

“Gotten anything out of him?” Cisco asked as he walked in, sucking down his slushy drink.

They were in Star Labs because Barry was afraid of going to the police. Not for any other reason than that he didn’t want this kid winding up in the system. Maybe the pup had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Maybe what Barry suspected was in fact a complete misunderstanding.

“He won’t talk,” Barry frowned.

They both looked at him. The little boy with cute black curls and lightly freckled face stared up at them both with the brightest teal eyes Barry had ever seen. He looked so precious and innocent. Barry’s alpha instincts told him that even though the kid wasn’t of his pack, it was his duty to make sure nothing terrible happened to him. Even if he did smell strongly of Heatwave and Captain Cold.

“He smells like the Rogues, Barry,” Cisco frowned. “Maybe you should just call Snart.”

The small boy looked up at the mention of Snart’s name. If that wasn’t a sign, Barry didn’t know what was.

“Do you know Leonard Snart?” Barry asked softly.

Immediately the boy nodded his head. “He’s my dad, now.”

He and Cisco traded a concerned look.

Either Captain Cold was a scumbag who’d endangered and or lied to a boy in his charge or Barry had accidentally kidnapped the pup. Maybe the pup wasn’t supposed to be at the crime scene? The more Barry though it over, the less likely it seemed that Leonard Snart would drag a child along on a job.

“I am so fucked,” Barry cursed as he placed his hands over his face.

“Dude, you gotta call him. Make sure he knows you were just trying to keep him safe and out of the police’s hands,” Cisco panicked.

He nodded. “Keep an eye on him.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Leonard Snart’s personal number. He took a deep breath before he hit send and then waited the three rings that the thief always allowed.

“Kinda busy, Scarlet,” Leonard snapped irritably.

“What’s going on?” Barry asked, pretty sure he knew what the answer would be.

“Someone seems to have lost track of one of my most valuable packmates!” Leonard hissed toward someone not on the phone. “So, while I’d love to go over this morning’s heist, I have more important things to do, Flash.”

He knew he was going to be hung up on so he blurted out the words without caution or care. “I have your pup.”

Icy silence filled the line and Barry almost cringed as it took Leonard exactly seven seconds to respond.

“You what?”

Barry released the breath he’d been holding. “While I was gathering evidence after the heist this morning I came upon a pup. Black hair, blue-green eyes, freckles? He’s wearing a bright red hoodie, jeans and black converse sneakers.”

“I know what my son is wearing, I’m the one that dressed him,” Leonard snarled. “He better be at the lab when I arrive Flash, or I promise, I’ll lose my cool.”

Barry cringed when the signal cut off abruptly. Still, it was confirmed and someone amongst the Rogues was in big trouble for losing track of their leader’s son. But that was something he was adjusting to as well. Since when did Len and Mick have a kid?

As soon as he stepped into the lab, his heart came to a sudden and painful stop. “Cisco! Where’s the kid?”

Cisco grimaced. “I swear I only turned my back for two seconds to get him my PSP! When I turned around, he was gone!”

“Cisco! You were supposed to be watching him!”

“I was! I told you, it was just for a few seconds,” Cisco said in frustration. “Besides, he couldn’t have gotten far.”

“The pup is Leonard Snart’s, Cisco. He’s on his way to get him now.” Barry frowned. “When did you notice he was missing.”

“Literally just now,” his friend promised. “He’s gotta be here somewhere!”

Barry nodded and flashed all over the place while he sought out the boy. It didn’t actually take all that long to find him. The pup was standing calmly in the center of their main emergency room thing. What was it Cisco called it? The Command Room? It was where Cisco and Caitlin helped Barry perform as the Flash.

The room was filled with large screens, the mannequin that held his Flash suit, and lots of other things that the boy didn’t really need to see or be around. It of course didn’t stop the child from looking all around him in awe.

“This must be what the bat-cave looks like,” the pup whispered.

Barry wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or himself.

“Bat-cave?” He asked as he calmly walked over to him.

He nodded. “He’s a hero, like you.”

Barry didn’t know what to say to that, but it answered a few questions about where he’d been all these years. Was he actually Leonard’s son? He smelled like Mick and Len and even Lisa, but it was a superficial smell. Meaning he wasn’t really blood and that he was new enough that their scents hadn’t really seeped in.

“Your dad’s on his way to pick you up.”

“He’s not a hero. He’s a bad guy, right?”

Again Barry was at a loss. It wasn’t his place to tell this child who his family was. It wasn’t his place to teach the kid right from wrong. That was Len’s place. Something he wasn’t pleased about, but what else could Barry do? Take the kid away?

But then, he’d have to if he suspected that Snart was using the pup for anything nefarious. Leonard always got his score and he’d use anyone he could to do it. He’d made that clear through out their history. Leonard and Mick were as selfish as most thieves and he feared that this kid was just a newly acquired tool in Leonard’s bag.

“He is,” Barry nodded.

“My other dad was, too,” the boy responded. “But my new dads, they’re much better than him.”

“You feel safe with them?” Barry asked.

“Yes,” the pup said immediately. “They don’t smack me around none, and Aunt Lisa takes me out shopping and Dad’s learning to cook. They try to take care of me. I have my own room, too!”

“Jason?”

Barry looked away from the boy at the sound of Leonard’s voice calling for the pup. He looked down and Jason was already running toward the voice. Barry moved with the kid, wanting to be sure that nothing bad happened. He knew that Leonard hated his father for the abuse, but that didn’t mean Leonard was incapable of that same violence. Often times victims became abusers.

As they rounded the corner, Captain Cold dropped to a knee and pulled the child that had run to him into his arms. The sight was almost touching as Captain Cold nuzzled Jason and held him on his hip like one would a toddler.

It was as jarring a sight as it was sweet.

“How did you get here, Jason?” Captain Cold demanded in a rushed, terrified voice.

“Flash brought me.”

“Yes, I figured that part out, Son,” Leonard sighed, paying Barry absolutely no mind. “How did you get to the museum?”

The kid ducked his head and hid his face in Leonard’s neck and whimpered.

“Nice try, Pup,” Leonard frowned as he dropped down to his knee again, pulling Jason away from him so that he could look him in the eyes. “Now, answer my question. How did you get to the museum?”

Barry almost laughed when the boy dropped his head back as if he were annoyed. He definitely had a bit of attitude and wasn’t nearly as afraid of Leonard as most kids would be. It was kind of amusing to see Leonard being a father.

“I snuck in Pied Piper’s van when he wasn’t looking,” Jason pouted.

“Teaching him young, eh Cold?” Cisco snorted as he stepped up beside Barry.

“Watch it, Cisco,” Leonard growled before redirecting his ire onto his son. “We’ll be having a chat about this when we get home, Jason.”

There was shift in Jason’s mood that Barry was sure that even Cisco picked up on. The child started to cry. “You won’t make me leave, will you?”

Barry had to reign in his own instinctive urge to calm the frightened pup.

Apparently, Leonard had no such restraint as he immediately pulled the kid into a tight embrace. “Nothing you do, Pup, nothing will ever make me, or Mick abandon you. Understand?” Len didn’t move or speak until Jason finally nodded. “Let’s get you home, Pup.”

“Is Pop mad?” Jason asked.

“Yes, but not at you,” Leonard assured him.

He got to his feet one last time, carrying Jason on his hip again. It looked uncomfortable with the heavy fur-lined blue coat, but it didn’t seem to be a bother. Barry followed him out of the building and to a blue four door sedan. Captain Cold offered him a smirk once the kid was strapped into a booster seat.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on my boy, Scarlet,” he said.

He nodded and watched as they drove away.

When Barry returned to the Command Center, he saw Cisco frantically searching for something. He tilted his head and approached his best friend.

“What’s missing?”

“I still can’t find my PSP.” His best friend looked up at him. “You don’t think…?”

Barry’s eyes widened as he laughed. “No! Cisco, of course not! Leonard looked genuinely relieved when he saw Jason and he sounded just as freaked when he thought the pup was missing.”

“Even if it wasn’t a plan, doesn’t mean the kid didn’t do it,” Cisco pointed out with a pout.

“I highly doubt Jason and Leonard planned for him to show up here and steal a handheld game system.”

“I’m gonna check inventory, make sure nothing else went missing while that shady little kid was here.” Cisco grumbled.

                                          ********                  ********

“Thank God,” Jason blushed as he was passed from Len to Mick, who was now holding on to him as if he believed Jason would just cease to exist if he let go. “Where were you, Pup?”

“Apparently he hitched a ride with Rathaway,” Leonard frowned. “And before you go setting our youngest Rogue aflame, no. Rathaway didn’t have a clue that Jason snuck aboard.”

“Bull shit,” Mick snarled. “Rathaway’s deaf. His sense of smell should be phenomenal for a beta.”

“He’s still a beta, Mick. He can’t tell the difference between our stuff and our son.”

Mick glared at him. “Don’t you do that to me or your dad again, Pup, understand?”

“Okay, Pops,” Jason nodded. “I just wanted to help.”

“You’re still too young,” Leonard insisted. “You gotta learn to walk before you start running, Son.”

Jason reached into his large pockets and pulled two access badges, three different keys and a thumb drive. “But look at what I found!”

“Nice haul,” Mick beamed and kissed Jason’s cheek.

“Anything else?” Leonard asked.

He nodded and pulled something called a PSP from his other pocket. “It was that long-haired kid’s.”

“You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, Son,” Leonard grinned and reached up to ruffle his hair.

#ojtserversunday #coldwave #omega leonard snart #alpha barry allen #beta cisco #beta hartley rathaway #alpha mick rory #heists #adoption #dc cw characters #captain cold #heatwave #the flash

[garpie64]

Sever Sundays ~  Twisted Love

Part 2

***

Nearly two months have passed since he had been spirited away to this other earth. Admittedly his kidnapping hadn’t exactly come with many downsides. He wasn’t exactly being held captive with free roam without supervision, more money than he could spend, and a captor that treated him more like a roommate. In all honesty, it had been refreshing not to have a bunch of strangers barging into his life looking for a man that no longer existed; hounding him to remember a different life and be someone he wasn’t. He could go out and about town without a shadow. Plus he was no longer living in some dump here in the lap of luxury.

The only issue came with living with an omega who never once acknowledged him after their first encounter.

Jason had been completely infuriating. He wasn’t the stereotypical tiny or slim omega with his curves and muscles, but he was hot and he knew it. Every move, every little shift spoke of years training in the art of seduction. If Ric had to spend another morning watching Jason saunter around in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, he was going to lose his mind. He couldn’t take any more of this taunting.

“Fucking omega,”

#ojtserversunday #Jason Todd #dick grayson #jaydick #dickjay #omegaverse #Smut #omega jason todd #Earth-3

[primeemeraldheiress]

OJT Server Sunday Entries

This week’s prompt:

Those able to participate this week:

One-Shot: Jason Todd & Bruce Wanye by @workingchemistry​ 

One-Shot: Jason Todd & Ric Grayson by @garpie64​

One-Shot: Duke Thomas/Jason Todd by @sirgnomethegiant​

MIND THE TAGS on the first two this week, folks. 

#ojtserversunday #Omega Jason Todd #Jason Todd #Omegaverse #Mind the Tags #Ric Grayson #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Duke Thomas #Angst #Fluff

[thefightingbull]

A Boy Needs His Father Pt. 2

@elloryia, sorry couldn’t resist another piece

Mick stopped the lawnmower as he watched his son jump out of Len’s Jetta and slam the door shut with terrible force. Leonard got out after the car turned off and shouted for Jason to stop, but the little boy ran onto the front porch, ignoring a direct command from Leonard for the first time since they’d brought him home.

“Jason stop!” Mick snarled in a deep, powerful alpha voice that froze the boy in his tracks. “Turn your ass around right now.”

“Mick, just back off,” Leonard sighed as he walked over to their somewhat frozen child. “You don’t even know what’s going on.”

“I know he ignored you and was slamming doors,” Mick growled as they both approached Jason.

When Mick got a look at Jason, he felt his rage boil over as he growled at Leonard. “What the fuck happened?”

Jason’s left eye was rapidly bruising and his lip was busted and swollen on the same side. Mick’s pup looked like he’d taken a hell of a beating and the alpha in him roared for blood. His pack, his son, his pup had been struck by a stranger and left marked! Someone would pay. That’s all there was to it.

Leonard shivered at the effects of the alpha voice and then glared at him. “Don’t use that tone on me, Mick, or I’ll leave you with more than a case of blue balls.”

Mick ignored his omega’s threat and watched as Leonard pulled Jason into his arms and nuzzled him. The omega made sure to scent the boy as he cuddled him. Mick crouched down beside the pair and sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have snapped without knowing what was happening, but at the moment he had larger concerns.

“What happened?” Mick tried in a softer tone, hoping all would be forgiven with both his omega mate and his son.  

“He won’t tell me. It didn’t happen at school, though, or we would have been called,” Lenny frowned. “Jason, come on. You need to tell us what happened.”

Mick knew deep down that Jason wasn’t going to say anything to Leonard. He didn’t know how he knew, but the kid was ashamed, and Jason didn’t like being coddled at the moment. Mick could tell by how stiff the pup was and how he tried to hide his face, keeping his eyes turned away from Leonard in particular.

“Let me have him.” Mick held out his arms.

“I can handle it.” Leonard scowled.

Normally Mick would love to sit and argue, but he didn’t have time for this. There was still a lot of work to be done in the yard before the sun went down and he wanted to finish it. He also didn’t want to wait for Jason to find his voice or for Leonard to figure out he was actually the cause of Jason’s distress. His omega would be hurt by it.

He stood up, grabbing Jason as he did and placed the kid on his hip. Jason somewhat helped as he held on, but he turned his face away again. Mick could feel the tears falling into his shoulder, but kept quiet about it.

“Fine,” Leonard hissed icily.

“Len, don’t even,” Mick stated calmly. “A boy needs his father. It’s nothing to be offended about.”

Leonard took a deep breath and then nodded before he got to his feet and headed inside. When the door shut gently, Mick was relieved. It meant his partner was seeing reason. Now all he had to do was get his pup to do the same and they could all get back on with their merry little lives.

“Okay, Jason, what happened?” he asked softly.

Thankfully, Jason turned to face him, his bruises radiating a small bit of heat that Mick was able to feel. He took Jason away from the front of the house and moved to the front of the yard near the lawnmower. Once they were seated on the ground, he shuffled Jason a bit so that the boy was sitting in his lap.

“If you talk softly, Dad won’t hear,” Mick promised.

“I got beat up.” Jason’s bottom lip trembled.

“Yes, I see that,” he said, trying not to let on how much it enraged him. “By who?”

“These older boys were calling a girl names, and she started to cry,” Jason started. “I told them to shut their mouths and we got into a fight.”

Mick nodded. “You don’t seem like the kind of pup who cries over a few bruises.”

“I’m not crying because of that!” Jason shouted. “I’m… I’m just so fucking pissed off!”

Mick covered his mouth to keep from laughing at the explanation. Once he was sure his surprised laughter had subsided, he gave Jason a stern look. “I’ll let you get by with pissed and damn, but you aren’t going to be running around spouting off the ‘F’ word, got it?”

“Yes, Pop” Jason said, nodding as a few more tears fell. “But I got so mad and then I started crying! I don’t even know why that happened!”

“Still is,” Mick snickered as he gently brushed a few tears away with his knuckles. “You need to take a few deep breaths and settle down, son.”

Once more, Jason nodded and took three big, deep breaths. “Dad kept wanting to know who did it, or how old they were and I was so pissed off because I shouldn’t have gotten beat up at all! ‘Cept they were cheating cause all of them were trying to get me and Kasey was being a useless ass!”

“Jason, language, last warning.”

The small boy looked him over and must have decided Mick was serious, because he nodded once and then continued his story. 

“I don’t mind that I lost ‘cause it was four against one! But I’m so mad, Pop! I just want to hurt them worse than anything ever, and Dad hates bullies. What if he starts to hate me, too! What if he finds out I hit them first! He’ll get rid of me!”

Mick felt his heart ache at the sight of his son breaking down. Len and Lisa had some major issues with their father and his nasty temper. The man was a drunk and abusive. Everything a bully tended to be when they grew up. Was Jason hearing snippets of conversations? Had their son overheard Leonard’s talks with some of the Rogues about his hatred for bullies and abusers?

It certainly explained why the boy didn’t want Leonard to look at him.

“Look at me, Jason,” Mick ordered. He took the boy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to be sure the boy didn’t try to look back down. “Neither of us are ever going to cast you off, do you understand? You are not Lewis Snart and you are not Willis Todd. You are Jason Leonard Rory forever and always.”

“But what if I grow up to be just like Willis? Victims sometimes become abusers; my counselor said so,” Jason insisted.

“You think we’d let that happen?” Mick asked. “Look at it this way, son, my mom and dad… they were good. They didn’t care for fire. I turned out nothing like them. And your daddy? Does he seem like a bully to you?”

“No,” Jason said, shaking his head.

“Lisa’s not a bully either, is she?”

Jason finally smiled. “No, but she’s still mean sometimes.”

“Well, that’s just Lisa’s personality,” Mick snorted. “Lewis Snart was never hurt by his old man. Dillon Snart was a good man and a good cop, but Lewis came out as twisted as they come. Some people just have it in ‘em. I know; I’ve seen it. But you? Never. Even if we’d left you in Gotham, you’d never have become anything like them.”

“But I attacked them first,” Jason sniffled. “They were only name-calling, but I was the first to throw my fist and Dad says only bullies hit first.”

“It wasn’t to stop someone from hitting you?” Mick asked.

“No, Sir.” Jason frowned.

“Then you’re right. You messed up, Jason. Don’t matter what people say, you don’t go around hitting them over words.” Mick pulled the kid into a tight hug before he got the wrong impression. “Just because you made a mistake though, it don’t mean you’re banished or disowned.”

“But Dad hates bullies,” Jason said, sniffling hard.

“Dad doesn’t hate you,” Mick promised. “Even if you turned out like Lewis Snart, you’d break his heart, but he’d never hate you.”

“Jason.” 

They both looked up at Leonard. The sneaky bastard had probably been listening the whole time.

Once again their son’s pretty blue eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Leonard. “Yeah?”

Leonard dropped to his knees and held out his arms. The boy practically leaped out of Mick’s arms and into his other father’s. They hugged each other tightly.

“Mick’s right; I could never hate or disown you. I’m not that cold.” Leonard offered a smile.

To Mick’s relief, Jason laughed at his dad’s pun. 

“I’m sorry I hit them first,” he said softly.

“It’s complicated, Pup,” Mick threw in and reached out to touch the boy’s hair in a show of physical support. “But you’re young. You’re gonna fuck up now and again.”

Warning, icy blue eyes caught Mick’s as Leonard shook his head. “Don’t talk like Mick or you’ll wind up with a bar of soap in your mouth. Now go inside and get cleaned up. You and I are going to have a talk about today and what to do in the future.”

“Okay.” 

Jason was released from Leonard’s arms and ran into the house.

“Thanks for the assist,” Mick said with a smirk.

“Well, a boy needs his father,” Leonard said as he rolled his eyes. “You’re more than welcome to join us for the talk.”

“Nah, the pup knows I love him, you’re the one he’s scared of losing,” Mick teased.

“Watch it, Alpha,” Leonard sneered before walking over to him.

Mick leaned in and kissed his omega. “Go take care of our pup, Babe.”

Leonard headed toward the house. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll make sure our pup knows he’s never getting tossed out in the cold.”

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