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Freshly cut grass on a perfect sunny day

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Dick had the sort of scent that made people take notice. When we walked by even betas would stare. He was beautiful too. Like on another level gorgeous. The man possessed the sort of features that the rich paid millions to try to emulate. His sparkling sapphire blue eyes were framed by thick, curling eyelashes. He possessed a lean, perfectly muscled physique that screamed elegance and perfection. And of course, on top of everything else, he was kind and smart and had a wicked sense of humour.

People flocked to him. Everyone wanted to be in Dick Grayson's world.

Jason fucking hated him.

"You stink," he said when Dick, unperturbed, breezed by him with a friendly smile. He’d never told the other man that he smelled like freshly cut grass on a perfect sunny day. And he probably never would. “You forget your blockers?”

He hated being in the manor. Dick looked so at home, like he’d never left, but Jason didn’t belong. He never really had. For some reason the old man wanted all of his fucked up family to attend his latest Gala. Jason still wasn't sure why he's agreed to attend. Not like he owed them anything.

"Some people like my scent," Dick said, grinning widely as he brushed his hair out of his eyes.

Fucking prick.

"Speaking of scents. You're smelling particularly sour today. What's wrong? Suit too tight?"

"Like you're one to talk," Jason snarked, purposefully looking the other man up and down, lingering on his trim little waist for a few seconds too long. He looked up quickly, scared he’d been caught out, but of course, as usual, the omega was oblivious.

“It’s armani. You like?” Dick practically preened, even though Jason knew him well enough to know when he was being fucked with.

“Bit rich for someone on a cop's salary isn’t it?”

A slight shrug of a nicely defined shoulder. “You know how Bruce likes to make an impression,” Dick threw him an amused and dazzling smile. “What are you wearing?”

Jason gestured at himself with an arched eyebrow. “You’re looking at it.” He was wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans, a dirty black shirt and a scuffed leather jacket. He was aware he looked like shit and couldn’t have given less of a fuck if he tried.

“Bruce is going to love it,” Dick said, patting him on the cheek as he sauntered past. Jason made a half-assed swipe at him but the other man danced easily out of his way.

Bruce, unsurprisingly wasn’t thrilled. “I have a suit waiting for you in your room,” he said the moment his eyes locked on the younger man.”If you wouldn’t mind Jason.”

Jason heard Dick’s snort of laughter.

“Why the fuck am I even here?” Jason mumbled, more to himself than Bruce as he strode past the other man. Dick immediately fell into step beside him

“Fuck off,” Jason said.

Dick didn’t get the opportunity to answer because the replacement and hell spawn chose that moment to burst through the lounge doors. The two had clearly been sparring and neither of them were paying attention to where they were going. Damian literally bounced off Jason’s chest and landed flat on his ass. Replacement completely fucked himself in a failed attempt to avoid Jason and ended up knocking the older man off his feet in the process.

“Mother fucker!”

Dick, of course, danced out of the way before anyone touched him. The bastard wasn’t even trying to disguise his laughter as he fell down in a heap next to them.

And yup, Bruce saw the whole thing. He stormed up to them, scowling disapprovingly. “I need you ready in five minutes.” His eyes moved to Dick, narrowing very slightly. “I could do with a distraction. You up for it?”

No one could move like Dick. He fucking glided to his feet, pulling Damian with him. The kid scowled up at the omega, throwing him the sort of look that usually meant someone was about to get fucked up. Dick, ever the uncaring simpleton, ignored the demon spawns death glare and even went so far to envelop the monster in a half hug. “What do you need?”

“Lex Luthor has something I want. I'd like you to keep him occupied.”

Dick’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. “Seriously?”

“Father,” Damian snapped before Bruce could respond, his death glare now aimed at B. “Luthor has an unseemly obsession with Dick. You shouldn’t be encouraging his advances.”

Dick hugged the boy closer, smushing his face in the kids hair. “You worried about me kiddo?”

Damian endured the hug for five seconds longer than Jason expected before wriggling his way out of Dick’s arms. “I’ll accompany you.”

There was no doubt about it. The kid was going to be an alpha.

“Damian,” Dick said, his voice gently chastising. “I don’t need a chaperone.”

“I will accompany you,” the boy insisted.

Dick looked set to argue before abruptly shrugging and ruffling the boys hair. “Suit yourself Little D. Let’s go say hello.”

Jason watched them leave, only aware of the way he was clenching his fists when he noticed the replacement was staring at him.

“What?” He snapped, causing the kid to startle as they both climbed to their feet. 

“Ugh, nothing. I just noticed that you, ugh, that you look kind of stressed.”

“You just knocked me on my ass,” Jason snarled, feeling a little smug when the omega stumbled back. Unlike Dick, the replacements scent was babyish and too sweet. It made Jason’s nose twitch. “What the fuck did you expect?”

Bruce was watching them. He was pretending to be busy watching Dick but they both knew better.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll - I’ll talk to you later,” the kid said, ducking his head and rushing past them to join the party. Jason watched him go with a slight shake of his head.

“Did you know he was going to present as an Omega?”

“I had a hunch,” Bruce said, still monitoring the room.

“He isn’t transitioning well.”

“He’s better in the mask.”

Jason felt a spike of irritation. “And that’s all that matters, right?”

Bruce turned to look at him. His eyes were a very different shade of blue to Dick’s, but they were just as piercing. “Your suit Jason. Please.”

The younger man smirked, feeling a thrill of excitement when he realised he and the Bat were of a similar height. It still surprised him sometimes, the realisation that he didn’t have to crane his neck up to meet the other man’s eyes.

He found the suit, laid out neatly on the bed in the room Bruce dubbed as ‘his’. Jason changed quickly, uncomfortable being so close to all the little reminders of his life before his death. The old posters on his walls, the checkered bed sheet, the worn, blue wallpaper.

The suit fit like a glove, unsurprisingly. He had a bowtie, identical to Dick’s and Bruce. The trousers were tapered and the crimson waistcoat fit snugly against his shoulders and chest. He looked in the mirror, suitably impressed with his own reflection.

When he made his way back to the lounge he realised that Bruce was waiting for him. The older man was still staring out into the party but his posture had changed. He was visibly bristling.

Jason stepped beside him curiously, about to ask what the problem was, when he saw Luthor was attempting to herd Dick out into the gardens. Dick was smiling, his body language relaxed and inviting, but there was no mistaking the change in his scent. The omega was distressed.

“Where’s the demon spawn?” Jason asked between gritted teeth.

Bruce turned to look at him. His expression was calculating. “I had Tim pull him away.”

“Why?” Jason practically growled.

“Because I needed Luthor’s full attention on Dick.”

“Again,” Jason hissed, snarling at the older man. “Why?”

He had to give it to Bruce, the other alpha had a hell of a lot of control. Not many alphas would be able to ignore the very clear challenge rolling off Jason. “Because Dick is very good at making people lower their defenses. And he’s an even better pickpocket.”

“He’s distressed,” Jason said, his whole body shaking with the urge to react.

Bruce looked visibly surprised. “He doesn’t appear -”

“His scent is wrong,” Jason said, stepping forward. “It’s stinking up the whole room. How can you stand it?”

“Jason,” Bruce said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I can’t smell anything.”

Jason shot the other man a surprised look before turning back to the room. Dick was nowhere to be seen.

Oh hell no.

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Luthor wasn’t exactly being subtle as he used his greater bulk to force Dick slowly across the room, but it was fine. He was looming but he wasn’t touching. Looming was OK. Dick could totally manage looming. He was fine.

“How old are you now Dick, my dear?”

“That’s a somewhat personal question, don’t you think?” Dick answered, struggling to hide his unease with a smile as Luthor linked their arms together and gently tugged his out onto the patio. A few people were already outside, smoking or speaking in private.

They were still in public. Everything was fine.

“You never really struck me as the vain type. Come now, don’t be coy.”

Dick noticed a younger, blonde haired man looking at them curiously. It bothered him, though it was hard to pinpoint what it was about the young man’s stare that made him so uncomfortable.

“I’m twenty-eight,” Dick said, forcing a bright smile that Lex immediately tried to emulate. “Not as young as I used to be, I’m afraid.”

“But as beautiful as ever,” Luthor said, trying for charming and coming across sleazy and entitled. Lex seemed to notice the other man’s gaze then, and his own expression darkened as he tugged Dick towards the gardens. “Come,” he outright ordered as his grip tightened to the point of pain.

Yeah, so not going to happen. Dick dug his heels in and stumbled a little as Luthor yanked on his arm, using the opportunity to pocket the other man’s wallet. “I don’t make it a habit of taking secluded walks with unfamiliar alphas Mr. Luthor,” he said, straightening and taking a step back.

People were staring at them, no doubt delighted by the potential drama about to unfold. Luthor unsurprisingly took note, bowing his head in contrition before pressing his hand against his heart in mock agony. “You wound me Mr. Grayson. Why, I’ve known you since you were a boy. I’ve had the great pleasure of watching you grow into the beautiful young man that stands before me. And yet you consider me a stranger?”

“I consider you a threat, Mr Luthor,” Dick said, smiling sweetly in a way he knew would stroke the alphas already inflated ego. “As any sensible omega might.”

“And yet you took up a profession in the police force in one of the most dangerous cities in the US. Hardly a suitable position for a sensible omega.”

Dick kept his smile in place by force of will alone. “A short and wholly uneventful career, I assure you.”

“Oh, you’ll pretend they kept you tied to a desk, will you?” Luthor asked, his tone suddenly and bewilderingly threatening. “Very well then. I can play along. And isn’t it fortunate that you weren’t present when Blüdhaven was so tragically destroyed? A mere coincidence, I’m sure.”

Dick forced down the familiar pull of guilt he felt whenever anyone mentioned Blüdhaven and raised his eyes until they were locked with Luthors. Had he been anyone else he might have succumbed to the other man’s anger. As it stood he refused to be cowed by anyone. Even someone as powerful as Lex Luthor.

He was startled when he suddenly found himself facing a broad, tuxedo covered back. He moved to put space between them before quickly recognising Jason’s familiar and wholesome scent. A small part of him was vaguely surprised to realise that his eyes only barely reached the other man’s shoulders. When had he grown so tall?

“Luthor,” Jason greeted, his tone dripping with challenge. When Luthor looked over his shoulder at Dick Jason actually puffed himself up, bizarrely trying to hide Dick from the other man’s gaze.

Luthor, in contrast, merely seemed amused. “Ah, you’re part of Bruce’s little brood aren’t you. What was your name again? John, James?”

“It’s Jason,” Dick said, stepping beside his brother and throwing him a pointed look. Jason was exhibiting all the signs of a postering alpha and it bothered him. In fact, between the two of them, Dick had had about as much testosterone as he could stomach. He had what Bruce wanted. It was time to go. “You’ll have to excuse his manners. He doesn’t get out much.”

“So I can see,” Luthor grinned, causing Jason to honest to god growl.

“If you’ll pardon us,” Dick said, grabbing his brother’s arm before he could cause a full out alpha brawl. “It was...pleasant speaking with you Mr Luthor.”

“Likewise, Mr Grayson,” Luthor said, stepping back with a small bow before turning to the young blonde man who was still watching them.

Dick hesitated before he gave Jason’s arm a gentle tug, leading him back into the main ballroom. “You want to tell me what all that was about?” Dick asked, allowing some of his frustration to creep into his tone.

“You were distressed,” Jason said, his green eyes intense as he stared down at the smaller man.

Had he been? Sure, he was a little stressed. There was no denying that Luthor made him uneasy, but Dick had spent his life dealing with the big and the bad. He didn’t scare easy and he thought he had pretty good control over his stress responses. He decided he would seek Tim out later for an unbiased opinion. “Maybe a little, but not enough to need rescuing,” he finally said, releasing his brothers arm when he spotted Bruce. “You may have forgotten, but I have been doing this quite a bit longer than you, Little Wing.” He tapped the younger man gently on the nose with a grin before spinning around and making his way over to B.


He didn’t need rescuing. Jason knew that. Or at least the non-lizard part of his brain knew that. But watching Luthor touch what was his -

Not mine, he told himself firmly. Dick didn’t belong to him. Hell, the other man would probably try to kick his ass if he realised what Jason was even thinking.

And yet -

“Drake seems to think you can’t take your eyes off Richard. I’m beginning to agree with him.”

What?” Jason said, his voice embarrassingly high as he turned to the demon spawn. “I mean, what?”

The brat grinned, clearly delighted. “You’re staring at Richard. All of the time.”

“He’s nice to look at,” Jason said, deciding there was nothing wrong with being honest. Especially not to a little alpha in the making.

Damian paused, momentarily surprised before turning to look at the omega. His eyes lingered, his expression becoming troubled before he turned back to Jason. “I do not see the appeal. He’s Richard.”

“Give it a few more years,” Jason said, following Dick as the older man moved away from Bruce and approached a pack of young women, one of which was tall and had long red hair. They started cooing at him the moment they laid eyes on him.

“A lot of people stare at him,” Damian noted, his tone curious as though a brand new world had just opened up to him.

“Because he’s beautiful,” Jason said, admiring the other man’s lithe form and graceful movements. “It’s only natural.” Although he had to admit it irritated him that other people were looking at what he was quickly starting to think of as his.

As if sensing he was being watched Dick turned around to look at Jason.

No, not his.

Not yet.

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Bruce approached Dick slowly, plastering on a smile as the group of people surrounding him went deathly quiet and turned to stare at the encroaching alpha. They were all omegas, Bruce realised, made up of the wives and daughters of the elite. No males though, which wasn’t so odd given their rarity. Still, it surprised him that Dick was socialising with them. The young man usually avoided the omega elitists at all costs, preferring to spend time with the various groups of friends he had littered all over the country instead.

“Excuse me ladies, I’m afraid I have to steal Dick away for a moment,” he looked pointedly to the younger man, who made his goodbyes with his usual charm. They were quiet for a moment, until Bruce couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. “What was that about?” he muttered, steering him towards a secluded corner.

“What was what?” Dick asked, blinking innocently up at him.

“You’re not usually in the habit of socialising at these galas Dick. What are you up to?”

The omega broke out into a full and familiar grin. “Keeps alphas away, doesn’t it?”

“Excuse me?” Bruce asked, genuinely surprised

“A group of omegas, that tightly packed, is hardly inviting. Even you looked a little wary coming over.”

Bruce decided to drop the matter for the time being. “You have it then?” he asked, pressing a glass of champagne into the younger man’s hand. Dick wrinkled his nose but took a small sip anyway before pressing his hand against his breast.

“Piece of cake,” he said, smiling brightly as he fished out a wallet and passed it over to Bruce.

“Good job,” he said, hesitating before taking a step closer, noticing the way Dick’s eyes widened in surprise as the older man scented him.

“Um, everything OK?” Dick asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Jason, he said -”

“That I was distressed?” Dick finished, frowning slightly. “Don’t tell me you could smell it too?”

“Did you feel distressed?” Bruce asked, watching Dick’s confusion grow.

“Not really. I mean I wasn’t comfortable. It’s Lex Luthor. The guy would give anyone the creeps. But I felt in control.”

“I couldn’t smell anything,” Bruce admitted, feeling a new sort of curiosity when he noticed Dick’s growing agitation. “Have you spoken to Tim?”

“Not yet,” Dick admitted, taking a deeper drink of champagne. "I intend to though, later." He gave his head a small shake. "So, do you need me for anything else?”

“You’ve done enough,” Bruce said, turning back to the room with an inward eyeroll. “Shall we?”

“Seriously, you want me to go back out there? I thought I’d done my part Bruce. Be merciful, let me go.”

The pitiful tone was clearly meant to amuse Bruce. He gave the younger man a pointed look before gesturing to the room. “It’s for the greater good, Dick.”

“You just want me to persuade people to donate to the Wayne foundation,” Dick grumbled, settling his empty glass aside as they reentered the party. “Pah, watch me work.”

The moment Dick stepped away from him Bruce found Luthor making his way across the room towards him. Bruce buried his distaste and held his hand out to the other alpha. They shook briefly before Luthor gestured towards Dick’s retreating form.

“Hell of a boy you have there Bruce,” he said, in way of a greeting.

“You mean Dick?” Bruce asked, fighting to keep the growl from his tone as he tracked the other man’s gaze. “He’s hardly a boy anymore.”

Luthor hummed non-committedly. “Have you received many proposals for him?”

Straight to the point. You had to admire that about Luthor. “I don’t presume to own Dick. If someone tries to make a proposal I tell them all the same thing.”

“Which is?”

“That they need to go to Dick directly.”

“A very forward thinking reaction,” Luthor responded, sounding displeased. “You are his registered alpha though?”

“Since the day I took him in,” Bruce said, disliking the way Luthor’s gaze lingered on his eldest.

“So you do technically have the last say over who he ends up with?”

“Technically,” Bruce agreed. “But I wouldn’t ever make the decision for him.”

“And if he decides to stay unmated for the duration of his life?”

“It’s his decision to make,” Bruce said and there was no disguising the growl this time.

Luthor smiled in response. The man faced Superman on a regular basis. There wasn’t any reason for him to be afraid of Bruce Wayne.

“I intend to court him,” he admitted.

Bruce’s lips pulled back over his teeth. “As I said before, it’s his decision if he want to accept your courtship offer.”

“Oh I’m sure he will,” Luthor said, flashing his own teeth in a parody of a smile. “I can be very persuasive.”


Dick approached Tim from behind and threw his arm over the kid’s shoulder. Tim just smiled up at him before looking back down at Damian.

“Luthor is staring at you again,” Damian said, his face twisted into a scowl as he stared daggers across the room.

Dick just smiled. “Let him look all he wants. So, how are you two holding up?”

“I’ve had my cheeks squeezed at least five times," Tim said, pulling a face. “A nice beta lady tried to squeeze Damian's cheek. I thought he was going to break her hand.”

Dick swallowed a laugh. “What did you do Damian?”

“I told her to keep her hands to herself, otherwise I would permanently remove them.” The boy had the decency to look sheepish. “It was a jerk reaction.”

“Uh huh,” Dick ruffled the kid’s hair. “Well done for not carrying through. I guess,” he looked around the room thoughtfully. “Has anyone seen Jason?”

“He’s in that corner over there,” Damian said, indicating a shadowed corner with a nod of his head. “He is also staring at you.”

Dick shared a look with Tim, who rolled his eyes in agitation.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dick said, lowering his head until he could whisper in the younger man’s ear. “They don’t usually mean to, but alphas are really creepy sometimes.”

“So I’m learning,” Tim said, sounding a little miserable.

“You having any issues little brother?” Dick asked, wrapping his arms more firmly around the younger man. Tim leaned into his, pressing his nose into Dick’s throat and releasing a happy grunt.

“It’s confusing,” Tim said, sounding a little miserable.

“What is?” he asked.


“I hope i’m not an omega,” Damian piped up cheerfully. “I really don’t think I would enjoy all the staring and cooing. It’s infuriating.”

Dick looked up and realised that a lot of people were staring at him and Tim. Dick definitely heard the words cute and adorable being loudly whispered. The crowd clearly saw two male omega embracing and thought it was adorable.

“So,” Damian said, clearly bemused by the whole situation. “Who wants to escape and go out on patrol?”

“I’m in,” Dick said immediately. He had definitely done his part for the night. He wanted out.

“Yeah,” Tim said, grabbing Dick’s hand and tugging him back to the lounge area. “Let’s get out of here.”

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“Race you,” Damian called, shoving Tim aside and leaping across a six foot wide gap between buildings. He landed in a somersault and took off at a dead run.

“He is so immature,” Tim said,
rolling his eyes and looking for all the world like the poster child for disgruntled teenagers everywhere.

“Totally,” Dick agreed solemnly before leaning into the kids space and gently poking him in the forehead. “Also Tag, you're it.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Tim shouted with a laugh as Dick took off after Damian.

Jason watched Tim look up at the sky before chasing after them. He hesitated for a beat before he decided he wanted to play too. He took out a bolah and threw it at the kid's legs, feeling a thrum of satisfaction when the replacement went down with a strangled yelp.

“Gotta be quicker than that bird brain,” Jason mocked, jumping over the fallen boy and sprinting until he was level with Dick and the demon.

“Boys,” he said in way of greeting.

Dick grinned at him, showing a row of pretty white teeth that transformed his face, even with half of it covered up with a domino mask.

Damian however was not quite so cordial. “So you've decided to show yourself at last. You’re stalking was becoming tiresome Todd.”

Jason didn't get the opportunity to respond because the replacement had finally untangled himself and caught up to them.

Dick’s laughter was like a bell as he jumped easily out of the way. Tim was laughing too as he managed to grab the demon spawn's cape and graze his arm.

“Tag, you're it.”

The demon turned to Jason and smiled at him in what was quite possibly the most terrifying show of teeth the older man had ever seen. And that was really saying something considering he was once murdered by the joker.

“Don't look so worried Hood. I'll even give you a five second head start.”

Jason threw him a mock salute and chased after Dick. The smaller man saw him coming and grabbed hold of a pipe that he used to propel himself onto a higher balcony. He leaned over the side, pressing his cheek against his open palm with exaggerated casualness.

“Better keep going,” Dick advised, pointing at the next roof. “Robin’s got your ticket.”

Jason turned just in time to see the kid launch himself in their direction. Swearing, Jason copied Dick’s move with the pipe, drawing himself up with a lot less grace than the omega but managing to reach the balcony with a small stumble.

“If I'm caught you better believe I'm coming after you,” he said, almost chest to chest with the older man.

It was a little odd, being so close to Dick and not being able to scent him. They all used blockers. It was essential to ensure their secret identities were upheld, not to mention what could happen to Dick and Tim if the bad guys found out about their designations.

Still, despite knowing it was necessary to keep them all safe he didn't like it. Dicks scent let him know if the other man was happy, anxious, hurt. Without it Jason could only guess. It left him on edge.

Dick was smiling as if he knew exactly what Jason was thinking. He leaned back a little, showing the long line of his throat in a subconscious show of submission when suddenly they heard a piercing cry for help.

Dick was moving before Jason registered the cry had come from Damian. He jumped after the older man, chasing after him when he came to an abrupt stop at the omegas shoulder.

He sucked in a deep breath, pushing down his panic as he took in the site of Robin on his knees, his head drawn back and a knife at his throat.

The joker held the knife.

The joker.

Jesus fuck.

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“Well look who decided to join the party,” the Joker cackled as his knife bit into the kid’s throat, causing a few drops of Damian’s shockingly red blood to drop on his corpse white hand. “It’s so wonderful you decided to show. For a while I thought I might have been stood up. But here you are, alive and kicking. I dare say I’ve even missed you whilst I’ve been away. But never fear. I’m back now.”

He was going to kill him. The Joker was going to kill another Robin and there wasn’t anything Jason could do.

“Hood,” Dick said in a worryingly soft tone. His hand traced lightly over Jason’s arm, trying to gain his attention. “He’s not alone.”

Jason had been so intent on the Joker that he’d failed to see his accomplices. When he did his heart went into overdrive. Catwoman, Harley and Bane. What were they doing together? He reacted without thinking, grabbing Dick by his neck and dragging him backwards. Dick released a small snarl in response, shaking free and stepping back into place beside the younger man.

He shot Jason a hard look. “Control yourself. Damian’s the priority,” he said before turning back to their adversaries.

Jason realised what he had done a few seconds too late. Of course the little scene hadn’t gone unnoticed. Jesus, what was wrong with him? What was it about Dick that sent his instincts into overdrive?

“Nghhh, will you look at that,” Catwoman simpered, stepping closer to the Joker as she purposefully unleashed her claws. “The big bad Hood is awfully protective of the pretty bird. I wonder why.”

“He must be confused,” the Joker responded with a shrug, the movement causing the knife to bite even deeper into Damian’s throat. “Robin here is the one that’s about to receive a new mouth hole.”

The Daemon Spawn swore at the Joker in a way that in any other situation would have left him laughing and Dick scolding. As it was Jason just wanted to tell the kid to shut up and go limp. There wasn’t anything the Joker enjoyed more that destroying a person’s spirit.

He saw the Jokers hand shake as he barely resisted the urge to strike. No way would Jason reach them before that knife opened the kid up. Not enough time. There was never enough time.

“Caught him by the nape too…” Bane noted. He left the sentence go unfinished but it only took a moment for the Joker’s eyes to widen in understanding.

“Oh – ohhh no. That is too good. Don’t tell me –“

Shit, shit!

“What do you want?” Dick interrupted, his voice strong and confident despite the fact that Jason had just given him away for everyone to fucking see. His eyes were locked with the Jokers, strong and unblinking. And why wouldn’t they be? Dick had been trading blows with the maniac before he was old enough to shave. Of course he wouldn’t back down.

“Where’s the other one?” Harley suddenly piped up in that ridiculous accent. Her sweet omega scent stood out strongly amidst so many Alphas, but there was something off about it. She made his nose twitch. “The little red one with the smart mouth? Where’d he go?”

The replacement. He wasn’t here. Which meant he was likely finding backup.

“Ohhhh. Daddy Bats on his way,” the Joker sang, his gaze still unnervingly locked on Dick in a way that made Jason want to tear his head off.

Why the fuck was he looking at Dick like that?

“Looks like we’re going to need to hurry this along,” Catwoman announced, pulling out a syringe and stepping up to Damian. She plunged the needle into his arm before anyone could react and the kid collapsed in a matter of seconds.

“What was that?” Dick demanded, his voice finally tinged with a hint of panic. “What did you do?”

“Which one?” Catwoman asked, throwing Dick a salacious wink before completely ignoring them in favour of the Joker.

“Nightwing,” the Joker answered, his eyes still locked on Dick as he released Damian, letting the kid crumple into the dirt at his feet. “Bring me Daddy Bats favourite little birdie.”

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Dick started moving, throwing himself aside as a bullet blasted the spot where he’d just been standing. He backed up, shooting a quick look at Jason. The other man looked murderous.

Harley had her gun aimed, about to take another shot when the Joker smacked it out of her hand.

“Don’t kill him you idiot,” he snarled.

“But you said –“

“I’ve changed my mind,” the Joker snapped, still staring at Dick in a way that made his insides turn to ice. “I want him alive.”

No question why. Not after Jason’s little stunt. Not that he'd helped matters, he thought furiously. If he had reacted with aggression they never would have realised. They wouldn’t have even suspected.

Bruce was going to kill him.

That was if Catwoman didn’t beat him to it, he thought a little frantically as he barely avoided a fist to the face. Dick wasn’t quite fast enough to escape the woman’s claws, releasing a bitten off hiss of pain as her nails raked across his chest. The breastplate took the brunt of the damage but she still managed to snag his chest. It hurt.

And she kept coming. Dick flipped backwards, using a foothold to launch himself onto a higher balcony. He needed to move away from the main group and give himself some space. He kept climbing and she just kept coming. He reached a new rooftop, moving backwards at a measured pace as he pulled his escrima sticks free and dropped down into a protective stance.

“Running away?” She mocked, following him with ease. “What about the baby psychopath? You’re not going to just abandon him are you?”

Logically he knew there was nothing he could do help Damian until he dealt with Catwoman. He needed to gain control of the situation. Then…then he would do everything possible to reach his little brother.

“Just finding us some space. I know how you like to dance Selina,” he bowed playfully. “Tempted?”

“Only if I get to lead,” she laughed, very purposefully looking him up and down. “Not that I expect that would be too much of an issue.”

“How could I ever say know to a pretty lady,” Dick said, refusing to take the bait.

“Speaking of, I always thought you were far too pretty for an alpha,” Selina continued, her tone as flirtatious as ever as she pulled out that damn whip of hers. “A beta maybe?” she tilted her to the side, studying him until a slow smile curved her full lips into a sly smile. “But no. You’re far too special to just be a boring old beta, aren’t you treasure?”

“Why do you care?” Dick asked neutrally, rolling the balls of his feet as he waited for her to attack.

“Because it’s interesting. That’s why. All this time,” she said, drawing back her hand. “And I never knew,” she snapped the whip, testing. Dick ducked easily under its reach. “Excuse me for showing my prejudice, but why in the hell did daddy bat allow you to run around the city all this time? He’s not one of these free choice hippies is he?”

Dick rushed forward and swept her legs out from under her, silently cursing when she used the momentum to twist into a clean handstand before landing in a smooth crouch. They stood facing one another for a tense moment.

“Don’t worry pet,” she cooed. “I’ll be gentle.”


Jason swept under Bane’s impressive arms and shot his gun directly at the Jokers head. The other man squawked, ducking with surprising agility before grabbing Harley and using her as a human shield. He dragged her over to Damian, pushed her aside and picked the kid up by his hair, exchanging one shield for another.

Son of a goddamn bitch.

He didn’t get the opportunity to respond because Bane was on him, moving with the sort of agility that just wasn’t natural for a man his size. He grabbed Jason by both of his arms and threw him like he weighed absolutely fucking nothing.

He sailed through the air for a couple of seconds before he hit a wall with enough force to steal all of his air. He tried to gain his feet but it took him a few seconds and Bane wasn’t willing to give him the opportunity to catch his breath.

The big man charged him, no doubt preparing to tear Jason apart with his inhumanly huge hands. Jason hadn’t had that may encounters with Bane but he’d heard enough from his brothers to be wary enough to keep his distance. If the other man wasn’t willing to keep away then Jason would just have to resort to playing dirty.

“Yikes, right in the royal jewels,” the Joker cackled as Bane collapsed next to Jason with a pained grunt.

He was only down for a second but it was enough time for Jason to gain his feet. He drew back his gun, preparing to shoot Bane when Dick came out of fucking nowhere and knocked his hand away at the last second. The bullet missed Banes head but caught his arm.

“No killing,” Dick hissed, pulling Jason back as Bane got slowly to his feet. Dick was bleeding, his lip split open. He was hunched over too, clearly hurt.

Jason realised he was growling.

“So,” the joker asked conversationally as he hoisted Damian closer. “Are you two an item or what?”

Dick released an unhappy huff of breath before shoving Jason so hard that the younger man nearly lost his footing. It was just in time too, because Harley was apparently about to brain him with a goddamn hammer.

“I will take this one,” Bane said, his voice pretty measured considering he had a hole in his arm and what had to be some seriously bruised nuts. Jason turned to face him head on and had to bite down a whine. Bane was a hell of a lot taller and bigger than he had been seconds before. Looked like the other man had decided to let his venom kick in.

Which was a little unsettling, considering Jason thought he was already juiced up.

“OK, everyone just hold your horses,” the Joker called out, his voice jovial. “This has been fun and all but I’m aware the other bird has contacted Daddy and we’re running out of time. I’m not in the mood for his sourpuss today so I’m going to need you to both surrender,” when Jason and Dick just stared at him the Jokers usual jovial tone turned to acid. “I mean it, bat brats. Back down, otherwise I’m going to shoot baby bird here in the head.”

He jostled the kid, pressing the gun against his forehead. His smile was manic.

Jason felt something cold and long dead rise up inside him at the threat. His hand clenched around his gun.

“Don’t,” Dick said, easing up and away from Harley with his hands held high. “There isn’t any reason to hurt him.” He looked briefly to Jason before facing the Joker again. “Just tell us what you want?”

“I thought I already did,” the Joker all but purred.

“Like fucking hell,” Jason snarled, stepping forward.

“Ah-ah Hoody. One more step and Bats is going to have to find himself a new replacement.”

Jason saw white. He was moving before his brain could catch up with his actions. He was going to kill him. He was going to fucking murder him.

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Dick had a split second to react. Jason was going to attack the Joker. The Joker had a gun pressed against Damian’s head. The joker was going to kill Damian.

He threw an escrima stick at the back of Jason’s leg. The younger man stumbled to one knee, snarling as he immediately struggled back to his feet. Dick was about to throw the next stick at his thick head when a batarang appeared out of the shadows, effectively knocking the gun out of the jokers hand and causing everyone to freeze.

Dick felt a smile pull at the corner of his lips seconds before Batman dropped down directly in front of Jason, facing the Joker. “Drop him,” he growled, his alpha tone so strong that it made something inside Dick internally bristle.

Harley felt it too, retreating back as her eyes scanned the rooftop for an escape route. The Joker just shook with laughter, throwing Damian aside like a piece of trash as he threw his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Look who joined the party,” he cackled before his expression turned eerily serious. “Except last I checked you weren’t on the invitation list Bats.”

Bane immediately charged Batman. Dick turned his back to them, confident Bruce could handle himself as he rushed to Damian’s side. He scooped the boy up in his arms before slowly backing away. The kid was worryingly still but he was breathing regularly. He didn’t look hurt but Dick couldn’t help but worry what they’d injected him with.

“Go,” Jason said, growling as he turned back to the Joker and drew a goddamn hatchet. “We’ve got this.”

Despite himself Dick hesitated. He didn’t want to leave them but he needed to get Damian to safety. He warred with himself for a few seconds before shifting Damian over his shoulder and running in the opposite direction.

He passed Tim on his way. The younger man was engaged with a fight with Catwoman, who when she saw Dick threw him a cheeky wave before trying to kick Tim in the head. His brother dodged and threw an impressive roundhouse kick of his own that caught Selina in the stomach.

Dick kept going, confident that his little brother could handle himself. He opened his com. “I need a pick up.”

“Use the Batmobile,” Bruce ordered before Oracle or Alfred could respond.

“Affirmative,” Dick said, slightly concerned by the heavy way Bruce was breathing. “Is everything OK?”

Go,” Bruce and Jason snarled at the same moment.

Well OK then.


“So are they all omegas?” The Joker asked, grinning up at B as he lashed the lunatics arms behind his back. “Is that a requirement of the job? Is that was you had the Nutwing running around in panties when he was a chickling?”

Jason pulled out his gun. Bats did not look pleased.

“Put it away.”

Jason decided to as he was told. For now.

The Joker looked at Jason and his expression turned sour. “No, not all of them. Not that one at least. Too big and way too ugly.”

Jason was a fucking adonis, fuck you very much.

“Do you do the dirty with him Bats?” The Joker asked, entirely unconcerned with the death glare B suddenly turned on him. “What, can’t take a little harmless Alpha chat? Or are you just a bit of a prude? Figures I guess. A massive stick in the mud and a prude. Not much fun,” the Joker’s eyes turned from B and moved behind him. Something dark flickered across his acid green eyes. “You’ve got a pretty mouth. Not as pretty as bitchwing but definitely nice to look at. What are you then?”

He was looking at Tim. To give him his due the replacement didn’t react other than tie Harley up a little tighter.

“Can we please gag him?” Jason asked. He didn’t wait for an answer before ripping off and shredding the jokers sleeve. He forced some of it in his mouth and tied the rest around his head, lodging it in place.

“Nightwing, report.”

There was a beat of silence and then Damian's voice sounded over the com. “I am well father.”

Bruce’s shoulders relaxed very slightly.

“We’re on our way back,” Dick said. “Are you OK?”

“Bane and Catwoman escaped. We have the Joker and Harley subdued. No one was hurt.”

“Good,” Dick said and he sounded truly relieved. “We’ll be there is five minutes.”

“Batman out,” B said, before turning to look at Jason. “Don’t go anywhere. We have some things we need to discuss.”

Great. Fucking great.

Weirdly the chewing out he received from B didn’t do much other than piss him off. Like really and truly piss him off.

And now, predictably, it was Dick’s turn.

“What were you thinking?” Dick demanded, furious and very clearly near the end of his usually impressive control. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Of course I do,” Jason answered. There wasn’t any point in denying it. He had let his instincts take over and now Dick was comprised. It was all his fucking fault. “I’m sorry. I know that means fuck all but really Dick. I am so sorry.”

The smaller man looked up at the sky, placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose and releasing a deep breath. He stayed that way for a long moment before turning back to Jason. Their eyes locked and something in Dick’s expression softened. “What has got into you Little Wing? You can’t just go around grabbing me like that. Even if we weren’t suited up you know it’s not OK.”

“You were in danger.” Jason said, more earnestly than he’d intended.

“So what?”

Jason thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. “I can’t just let you get hurt.”

“ I’m Nightwing. I’m always in danger. Part of the job Hood.”

“I know,” Jason trailed his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It was just, after the party and the way Luthor had his hands all over you, I just couldn’t stand it. I had to keep you safe.”

Dick’s gorgeous fucking eyes narrowed before blowing wide. “Oh,” he said as if that explained everything. And then “Oh.”

Fuck, he knew. He’d figured it out.

And of course his expression morphed into one of unbridled pity.

“Jason –“

“Don’t,” the other man snarled, stepping too close into Dick’s personal space and taking way too much satisfaction in the way he tensed up. “Don’t you dare fucking say it to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick whispered and to his credit he really did sound sorry. “I didn’t realise Jason. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Jason snarled right in Dick’s pretty face. The other man took a small step back. It was enough. It made Jason feel powerful. He was bigger, stronger. He was an alpha. “You’re oblivious to everything that doesn’t revolve around the damn costume. Why the fuck should you notice the long line of people pinning after you. Why should you care? Fuck me Golden Boy, you could have any of us and anytime you damn well please. Isn’t that right?” He grabbed Dick by his luscious hair and dragged his head back. A small part of his brain was screaming at him to stop. To let him go and beg for forgiveness before he fucked things up beyond repair. But he just couldn’t make himself stop. “Or maybe you do know. Maybe you know exactly what you’re doing. Maybe you just love the attention. Huh? Is that it? You little bitc-“

He should have been expecting it a lot earlier, all things considered. Even so being on the receiving end of one of Nightwing’s face kicks really fucking hurt. And how the hell did he even manage to twist his leg at into that ridiculous fucking angle?

“Fuck,” he snarled, stumbling back but not letting go of Dick’s hair. Not until the other man jabbed him so hard in the ribs he was sure he heard something crack. “Motherfucker –“

“As if you don’t deserve a lot worse,” Dick yelled, falling back into a defensive stance. “Now calm the hell down. You’re working yourself into a rage.”

And it was true, Jason realised with a start. The stress of putting Dick in danger was affecting his ability to think straight. It was making the pit take over. He needed to gain control before he did something unexcusable.

“I need to leave,” he said, pulling on the hood and stepping back.

“Wait,” Dick said urgently and there was definite panic in his eyes. “You don’t need to go. Just calm down OK. We can work through this together.”

“No,” Jason said, unable to stand the pity in Dick’s eyes. “We can’t.”

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Dick was tired. His side hurt from where Selina had kicked him and he was pretty sure his ribs were badly bruised. He wanted to reach his spectacularly messy loft, collapse on his unmade bed and sleep for a week straight.

He made his weary way upstairs, grimacing slightly as each step jarred his side. He was reaching for his keys when a soft cough sounded directly behind him. It was proof of his clear exhaustion that he didn’t notice sooner. He wasn’t proud of himself but he jumped violently, which made his already painful ribs twinge in discomfort. He couldn’t quite choke back a groan of pain.

“RIchard, do you require assistance?”

“Mr Luthor,” Dick gasped, spinning around to face the billionaire with wide eyes. He immediately stumbled back when the other man stepped towards him, his back hitting the door with a dull thud. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, unable to hide his shock at seeing one of the most powerful men in the world outside his loft door.

Luthor looked surprised and he realised the other man was used to Dick being unfailingly polite and polished in his presence. Well too bad because Dick felt like warmed up crap and wasn’t ready to play make believe in his own home.

Luthor seemed to recover quickly, smiling seductively as he leaned a little further into Dicks space. Creepy.  “Our talk was rudely interrupted by your associate earlier. I thought we might continue our chat. However, you seem to have experienced some trauma since we last met,” his eyes trailed over Dick as he blatantly scented the younger man. He frowned slightly when he realised he couldn’t catch Dick’s scent. “Are you well?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

“I’m fine,” Dick lied, acutely aware that he was alone with a powerful and interested alpha. Luthor’s beliefs were archaic enough that it was a bit of shock that he was breaking tradition and not trying to deal with Bruce directly. It was a little disconcerting if he was honest with himself. Luthor wasn’t just some knothead alpha that he could tell to back off. The man was powerful and very dangerous. “I hope you’ll excuse me but I’m really not in the mood to chat right now. I’m pretty tired and -”

“Your alpha explained to me that he has given you the freedom to choose your own partner,” Luthor interrupted, not giving Dick the space he so desperately wanted. “An extremely modern outlook I’m sure.”

Dick realised his mouth was hanging open and promptly closed it. “Look, Mr Luthor. I’m flattered. I really am, but I’m not interested in -”

“You told me yourself that you’re already twenty-eight. That’s quite the age to still be unclaimed Richard.”

A small part of Dick wanted to punch the condescension out of Luthor. However, a much larger part of Dick couldn’t help but feel Lex was being ridiculous. Dick knew the other man was traditional but he never knew the other man was from the stoneage.

“Like you said,” Dick said, ignoring the twinge in his ribs as he straightened up to his full height and met the other man's vivid green eyes. “I have the freedom to choose who I please, but you fail to realise that I also have the right not to choose anyone if I don’t want to. I’m not a walking expiry date Mr Luthor, and even if I was I wouldn’t rush into a relationship with the first alpha who showed me some attention.”

Whilst Dick was speaking he managed to fumble his keys out of his pocket and turn the lock on his door. He heard a soft click and pushed the door open behind him. Part of him wondered if the other man would follow him into the room but Luthor only growled very slightly before taking a small step back.

“I had no allusion that you would simply fall swooning into my arms Richard. I’m a patient man. I can wait until your ready.”

Dick was too tired to deal with the other man any longer. “Good night Mr Luthor,” he said, stepping backwards into his loft and shutting the door in the alphas face.


Jason smelled Luthor’s lingering scent the moment he reached Dick’s door. He debated kicking it in and rushing inside to make sure the omega was OK before common sense kicked in and he reminded himself that Dick was nightwing. He wasn’t helpless.

Nevertheless he knocked a little harder than strictly necessary. He heard movement on the other side of the door and then Dick pulled it open with a faint scowl. The omega was wearing a low hanging pair of checkered pajama bottoms and absolutely nothing else. His hair was tousled and his scent was sleepy and sweet.

He looked fucking...fuckable.

“Jason, what time is it?”

“I don’t know. Early, or late depending on whether or not you’ve been asleep yet. Which I haven’t,” he brushed past Dick, letting himself in the apartment with familiar ease. He kicked off his shoes, hung up his coat and collapsed on Dick’s messy sofa.

“Just make yourself at home,” Dick said with a wry smile as he followed Jason into his sitting room. He hesitated for a moment before dropping onto the sofa beside Jason, very lightly leaning into the other man. “I’m kinda surprised you're here. Glad, but surprised.”

“I wanted to apologise,” Jason said, deciding to rip the bandaid off instead of torturing himself. It was Dick after all. Dick always forgave everyone for fucking everything. “I fucked up. I never should have -” he trailed off, unsure how to finish, especially because of the way Dick was looking at him. Fuck, he just wanted to cover the other man in his scent and scar his pretty unblemished neck so no one, especially assholes like Luthor, ever touched him again.

He wanted to touch, to scent, to -

Jason,” Dick said, his voice slightly strained. Jason forced himself to concentrate on the older man. “Little Wing, I don’t want you to get angry at me but I can’t do -” he gestured between them, somewhat helplessly. “You’re my little brother.”

“We’re not blood,” Jason said immediately.

“I know that,” Dick said, running his fingers through his hair in agitation. “But it doesn’t change the way I feel. I’m don’t think of you that way Jason. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can.”

“Sure you can,” Jason said, wrapping his arm around Dick’s shoulders and pulling the other man more firmly against his side. “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. You can do anything.”

Dick huffed against his chest but didn’t try to pull away. Dick loved to hug. Despite how much the other man fought the more traditional stereotypes of his secondary gender he was as tactile as hell. Coupled with the fact that he was a little beat up it only took a few seconds before he practically melted into the embrace.

Jason’s eyelids were just begining to droop when the smaller man’s voice startled him back to full wakefulness.

“I don’t want to hurt you Little WIng.”

“Don’t worry about me Dickiebird,” Jason said, trying to be subtle as he breathed in Dick’s enticing scent. “I’ve experienced a lot worse than a little rejection. I’ll live.”

“I seem to be pretty popular lately,” he muttered, almost too quietly for Jason to hear.

“Luthor?” he asked, trying to sound casual. Dick could look after himself. He had to keep telling himself that.

“Yeah,” Dick said unhappily. “And he strikes me as the persistent type.”

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B, and by default Damian, seemed determined to dog Dick’s every step. It was bad enough when he was in his civvies and Bruce inadvertently went into protective mode but it was beginning to wear on him how much they just happened to keep bumping into him whenever he was on patrol.

Because yes, news had inevitably got out about Dick’s designation and every asshole in Gotham had made it their personal quest to say the most degrading things imaginable to him. A few of the dumber ones even attempted to carry out their threats.

If anything his already damaged reputation was being further tarnished everytime his Bat-dad went out of his way to defend Dick’s honour. Dick was pretty pissed about the whole thing. He would have taken quite a lot of pleasure wiping the smug look of their faces, if Bruce, and more often than not Little D, didn’t feel the need to step in on his behalf. Because apparently, they didn’t like hearing people talk to Dick in that way.

“You realise I deal with this crap everyday B?” Dick asked, deciding it was time to confront the older man when he bumped into Dick for the third night in a row. “Seriously, like every single day. People take one sniff and it’s like their mouth to brain filter malfunctions. And guess what? I’m fine. Because, surprise surprise, I can actually handle myself.”

Bruce’s jaw ticked. “I’ve never heard anyone say-”

“Of course you haven’t,” Dick interrupted incredulously. “No one’s going to start mouthing off in front of your face B. I mean, geez.”

Damian apparently found that quite amusing and snickered.

“And you,” Dick said, turning to his youngest sibling. “Just because you think you’re going to present as an alpha doesn’t mean you will. Consider how you’d feel if you were me.”

The smirk melted into a look of indignation. “I am going to present as an alpha!”

“You don’t know that Robin. And why do you look so horrified by the idea? Are you saying you’re too good to be an omega?”

Damian suddenly seemed incredibly interested in his shoes. “No, of course not. You know how much I respect you, Nightwing.”

“It isn’t because we think your weak Nightwing,” Bruce said, ignoring his son as he turned back to Dick. “You’re just vulnerable right now.”

“More vulnerable than when I was a kid?” Dick demanded angrily. “When I was half the size and had half the experience? Damn it, B, I’ve been on my own for years. I’m not helpless.”

“When you were a boy we were together. I was there to watch your back. It’s not like that anymore and I worry -”

“I’m a goddamn grown man. I’ve been doing this for a hell of a long time and just because the dirtbags in this city have learnt I’ve got some extra plumbing it doesn’t make me weak. So back off.”

Dick left without waiting for a response. He was almost out of earshot when he heard Damian speak.

“Father, I’m not going to present as an omega am I?”


Predictably Dick’s morning followed a similar pattern as the previous evening. In so much that it sucked.

“Mr Luthor,” Dick said, keeping his tone flat as he waited for the other man to move aside so he could leave his apartment.

“Dick, good morning. I wondered if I could tempt you to accompany me for breakfast. There’s an excellent deli just -”

“Thank you but I have plans,” Dick said, trying not to consider a hundred ways he could physically push Luthor aside and just leave. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Lunch then?” Luthor insisted. “Dinner?”

“Mr Luthor -”

“Call me Lex, please.”

“Lex,” Richard allowed unwillingly. “I’m sorry. I thought I made myself clear before. I’m really not interested in pursuing a relationship. I’m sorry but -”

“Is there someone else?”

Dick released a frustrated breath. “Please, let me past.”

“There is, isn’t there? Is it that brute that was following you around before?”

It appeared Luthor didn’t understand the polite version of go away. Dick decided to switch tactics. “Don’t you have a billion dollar company to run? I mean, aren’t you like, busy?” he made a shooing gesture with his hands. “Cause, I’m sorry to say this but I’m kinda bored and I really need to get going. So if you don’t mind?” another shooing gesture. “Please move.”

Luthor didn't move. If anything his smile just widened. “You’re trying to put me off with rudeness”

Dick grinned at him. “Is it working?”


“OK. I didn’t want to pull the gender card but you’ve forced my hand. You’re making me uncomfortable. I’ve asked you to move aside several times and you’ve refused. If you don’t leave immediately I’m going to call the police.”

The smile finally melted away. “You used to be the police, Richard. You can’t tell me I’m scaring you?”

“You’re an interested alpha, a very powerful man and you’re not taking no for an answer. Yes, Mr Luthor. You’re scaring me.”

The room was suddenly saturated in the scent of very angry, very frustrated alpha.

“That doesn’t work on me,” Dick said, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose. “Last chance. Go. Away.”

Luthor grabbed his upper arm and dragged him close. Dick could have removed in his hand in twenty different ways but he made himself remain still and kept eye contact with the other man. “You’re beginning to irritate me, Richard.”

“I’ve been told I have an irritating personality,” Dick said, using his most obnoxious Robin smile. The sort of smile that used to make the bad guys absolutely lose their shit.

For a moment he thought Luthor was going to hit him. The hand he had wrapped around Dick’s arm was definitely going to leave a bruise. “I’m leaving now,” he said, his face way too close to Dick’s. “But I will be in touch.”

“Awesome,” Dick said, watching the other man leave his building. He was going to need to work on is security. “Awesome!”



“Hey Dick,” Tim said, falling into step beside the older man with a small smile.

Dick faltered for a moment before he returned to an easy jog. He noticed Tim was wearing workout clothes and realised his little brother had purposefully ambushed him. “Hey Tim,” Dick said, allowing his smile to break free. “Coincidence seeing you here.”

“I missed you,” the kid admitted. “You haven’t been around for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Dick said, feeling a little guilty. It wasn’t Tim’s fault he was angry with Bruce. And to be fair it wasn’t Bruce’s fault that he cared. He had at least stopped stalking him. “I’ll come round this weekend. OK?”

“Great,” Time said happily. “Maybe you can talk some sense into Damian. He’s being impossible.”

“Yeah?” Dick asked.

“He’s obsessed with his designation. He’s got it in his head he’s going to be an omega. As if anyone was ever less likely to present as omega. I mean, it would be kinda funny if he did, but still, all the questions are bordering on psychotic.”

“He’s getting older,” Dick said. “You used to ask me lots of questions too.”

“Yeah, but Damian’s, well, Damian. He’s impossible.”

Dick smiled despite himself. “You’re the only one he can ask. It’s not like he’ll go to Bruce.” Not like Dick had to. Talk about awkward.

“If you’re there he’ll talk to you about it.”

Dick didn’t get the chance to answer. They were running past a group of college kids sunning themselves in the park. And they were catcalling.

“Hey sweetheart, shake that ass!”

“Look at that one’s fucking face. Goddamn beautiful.”

“Should be illegal to run around in something that tight.”

“The little bitch looks like he’s gagging for it.”

The last comment was definitely directed towards Tim.

“Excuse me,” Dick said, slowing to a stop as he stared down the group. “Were you talking to us?”

They looked shocked that he had stopped to confront them. There smiles melted away and they looked a hell of a lot less confident. Other people were watching them.

“You want a beer?” a girl called, trying to sound friendly instead of downright threatening. She was the one catcalling Tim.

It was ten in the morning! “No. And are you old enough to drink?”


“Ah, come on baby. Have a drink with us,” she cooed.

Dick walked over to them with a sweet smile. They were all alpha’s, he realised with an inward sigh. He bent down in front of the girl, getting close enough that he saw her pupils dilate before he took the beer out of her hand and poured it over her head. “You shouldn’t drink.”

The group burst into laughter as she sputtered. The girl jumped to her feet, furious. She and Dick were the same height. She seemed to gain some confidence. “What the fuck are you doing you little bitch!”

She tried to slap him. Dick easily leaned away from the slap and she became unbalanced. She must have been drinking for a while because she fell on her ass.

“Our future, ladies and gentlemen,” he called, gesturing to the group who was starting to look decidedly uncomfortable. “A sexist group of drunks. Your parents would be so proud.”

He didn’t wait for a response, turning his back and clamping Tim on the shoulder. “Come on.”

“Are you OK?” Tim asked, pressing close against Dick until they were connected, hip and shoulders.

Dick threw his arm around the younger man. “I’ve had a rough couple of weeks.”

Time nodded his head knowingly. “You know you just did exactly what you were angry at Bruce for doing. I can take care of myself.”

“Shut up,” Dick said, ruffling his hair and pulling him close. “They deserved it.”

Tim nodded his head in silent agreement.

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“Dick,” Bruce said evenly, his eyes firmly fixed on his newspaper. “Are you staying for breakfast?”

They hadn’t said a word to one another since their discussion a few weeks before. And of course Bruce wasn’t going to try something ridiculous like actually talk about it. It suited Dick well enough; we wasn’t exactly in the mood to chat about his new hecklers either.

“Sure,” he answered, falling onto the sofa beside Damian and ruffling the kids hair. “Hey Little D.”

“Richard,” Damian said brightly, leaning ever so slightly into Dick. It was as close as he was going to come to actually hugging in front of other people. “You’ve been gone for too long. It’s good to see you.”

He felt a little bad for that. After all, he had essentially ordered Bruce, and by default Damian, to stay away. It wasn’t the kids fault that B had control issues. “You too,” he said, smiling down at the boy with a fond smile. “You miss me?”

TT,” was his only response.

“Where’s Tim?” Dick asked, waving at Alfred as he breezed by with a duster in hand.

“He’s in his room. He wanted to be alone.” Damian said with an evil smile.

Dick struggled to repress a smile. “Uh huh. And It’s not bothering you, not knowing what he’s up to?”

“As if I care,” the boy scoffed. It was obvious though. He was curious.

“How have you been Dick?” Bruce asked, his tone still completely flat. He was trying not to pry, which was no easy feat for the world's greatest detective. It would have been endearing if it wasn’t so annoying.

“Things are good, thanks,” which was kind of true, if you didn’t count the fact that his little brother had the hots for him, most of the underworld now thought they owned a piece of him and he was being stalked by a billionaire psychopathy. ”What about you guys?”

“Clark came to see us yesterday,” Damian jumped in, his tone conveying zero of the hero worship Dick remembered feeling at his age. “Jonathan accompanied him.”

“Yeah?” Dick asked, trying not to smile. It was exactly a secret that Damian wasn’t Jonathan’s biggest fan. “Was it a social visit, or -” he trailed off as Bruce finally looked up from his paper, his expression serious.

“He said he was following a lead on Luthor.”

Uh oh, Dick thought, inwardly groaning. “Yeah?”

“He mentioned Luthor’s has been loitering around Blüdhaven.”

“Weird.” Dick said.

Bruce was openly scowling. “Has he been in contact with you?”

“Why?” Dick asked, scowling right back.

Damian growled slightly beside him. “Is he harassing you.”

“Hey,” Dick said, trying really, really hard not to just get up and walk away. “When did i become the local damsel is distress? I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“Luthor is dangerous,” Bruce said, clenching his jaw. “But you already know that. Just, be careful around him.”

“Luthor thinks I’m helpless Bruce,” Dick said, trying not to roll his eyes. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He could totally have an adult conversation with his former mentor without reverting to a child. “If he tries something I’ll take care of it.”

A lower growl, coming from Bruce this time. “I have to go out of town for a few days,” he said, mercifully changing the subject. “Stay here whilst I’m gone?”

“I don’t need a second minder father. Pennyworth sufficiently caters for my needs.” Damian said imperiously. “However, I would not be opposed to Richard staying for a few days, should he wish to do so.”

“You wanna have a slumber party?” Dick asked, laughing when the boy sniffed. “Ah, come on. It’ll be fun. We’ll get pizza, watch a movie -”

“And go out on patrol?” Damian cut in, smiling evilly and clearly warming to the idea.

“Sure,” DIck said. “Anything you want.”

“Just the two of us?”

“And maybe Tim too, if he wants to come.”

“But not Todd,” Damian said, turning his nose up at the very idea.

“We’ll see,” Dick said, turning towards the door as Tim’s sweet scent filled his nostrils. “Hey, little brother,” he said, smushing into Damian to make room for the younger man. It was a cosy fit with the three of them but they managed to fit.

“Hey Dick. Did I hear you’re staying for a few days.”

“Looks like it,” Dick said brightly. “We were talking about what we’re going to get up to.”

“We’re having a slumber party,” Damian said very seriously.

“Yeah?” Tim asked, clearly confused. “I didn't think that would be you thing.”

“This slumber party involves patrolling with Nightwing. And pizza,” Damian turned to look at him. “There will be pizza. Yes?”

“Sure, pizza and bad guys. Sounds swell.”

“Excellent,” the boy said, nodding seriously. His expression turned pensive. “Father, are you well?”

They all turned to B, who was smiling very slightly. The moment he realised he was being watched his face morphed back to neutrality. “I’m fine. I’ll be going out shortly. Do you want to join me?”

Chapter Text

“I know you’re just jealous of me,” Damian said, leaning back on his heels as he looked up at Tim, his lips twisted in a small smile. “It’s entirely understandable. I mean, I am the son of batman. It’s enough to make anyone feel inferior.”

Tim turned to Dick and gestured helplessly at Damian. “How do you turn him off again?”

Dick shrugged as he stepped between them. “Who’s hungry?”

“I could eat,” Damian said, turning up his nose as he stepped past Tim.

“There’s a burger bar over there,” Dick said, pointing towards a little independant eatery just down the street. “Anyone got any cash?”

“I have a little,” Tim said, patting one of his pouches. “But it’s not like we can just walk in there dressed in our costumes.”

Dick purposefully raised one of his eyebrows.

“B will kill us.”

“But he’s not here right now. So -”

“No,” Tim said, shaking his head. He was smiling though. “We’ll cause a scene.”

Dick shrugged. “Then I’ll just go. Give me the money?”

“I don’t want you to pick for me. You always buy me the wrong thing.” Damian piped up. "I'll accompany you."

“Fine, me and Robin will go.”

“No,” Tim said, but he was openly grinning.

“You want to come too?” Dick asked, completely serious.

Tim sighed heavily before shrugging. “Fine, but if Batman finds out, you have to talk to him.”

"Deal," Dick agreed. "Now let's go. I'm starving."


“Cute,” Bruce said from the other side of the phone. He didn’t sound amused, but then he rarely ever did.

“Hey Bruce,” Dick said cheerfully. He noticed the way both of the boys instantly froze and exchanged wary glances. “What’s up?”

“You’re on the front page of the daily planet.”

"I am?” Dick asked innocently.

“The three of you are all over the internet.”

Someone filmed them in the burger bar. Photos had been taken. No point in trying to deny it.

“We’re a meme,” Dick said brightly.

There was a short pause. “I’m hoping to be back in a few days. Is everything OK?”

“It’s been a blast,” Dick said truthfully. “And things have been pretty quiet on patrol. There isn’t much to report back.”

“And Luthor?”

“What about him?”

“Has he been in touch recently?”

Dick allowed his eyes to roll. “Not a meep.”

Another pause. “Good. See you soon.”

“Bye Bruce,” he said, hanging up. He turned to his brothers, who were both looking at him expectantly.

“Was he angry?” Tim asked, trying to sounds nonchalant.

Dick shrugged. “Not really. I’m pretty sure we’re going to get a hell of a lecture when he gets back but overall, I think we’re OK.”

Damian released a small huff. “I do not appreciate the memes Richard.”

It was hard not to laugh. “I know you don’t.”

“They are not amusing.”

“Definitely not.”

A short pause. “You think they’re amusing.”

“I totally do not.”

“They are a little funny,” Tim said brightly.

“TT,” Damian said, huffing.




“The classes are boring Richard. My teacher is a fool.”

“That’s not a nice way to talk about your teacher, Damian. And besides, you don’t get to pick and choose. You’ve been given homework and you have to finish it.”

“But it’s boring and I have more important things to occupy my time.”

“Look Damian, I get it. I really do. But you need to do your homework. If you don’t you’ll fail your class, which means you might have to repeat the year. With the younger kids. You don’t want to do that, right?”

“Of course not,” the boy said, frowning.

“Then you’re going to have to power through. If it’s boring that means it’s probably easy right? So for now, just keep doing the work. When Bruce gets back I’ll talk to him about things and maybe we can look into getting you into some more advanced classes.”

“That might not be too terrible,” the boy said with grudging acceptance.

“Great,” Dick said, lifting his arm. After a surreptitious look in each direction Damian pressed against Dick, relaxing into his side.

They sat there for a few minutes, flicking through the TV when Alfred stepped into the room. Dick turned to him, a smile on his face when he noticed the other mans expression. He immediately straightened up.


“Master Dick, I -”

“What’s happened?” Dick asked, sitting up. The scent of Alfred’s distress was quickly filling the room. Something bad had happened. Something, really, really bad.

“Alfred,” Damian said sternly. “Spit it out.”

Alfred’s eyes were starting to mist up. “We’ve received a phone call. I - I’m so sorry, Master Dick, Master Damian.”

“Please Alfred,” Dick said softly, his heart beating rapidly. “What’s happened?”

“There has been an accident. Master Wayne’s plane -” he broke off, taking a deep breath. “There were no survivors.”

“No,” Dick said, barely aware of the way he was clutching Damian to his chest. “He can’t. Not from a plane crash Alfred. Not Bruce.”

“I am so sorry.”

Chapter Text

Lex looked over the paperwork with a critical eye. Satisfied, he placed down the contract and and signed his name. “You’ve done an excellent job Mr Adams.”

The lawyer bobbed his head, eagerly deferring to a more dominant male. “It’s concrete Mr Luthor. All you need to do now is enforce the contract.”

“Excellent,” he said, standing up. “And the current legal guardian?”

“Null and void due to his lower status, sir. He isn't a threat.”

“Of course he isn’t,” Luthor said, grinning widely. “No one is.”



Unsurprisingly the butler opened the door. His eyes widening very slightly when he took in Lex and the two police officers flanking him on either side.

“May I help you?” he asked, his tone as neutral as the blank expression on his face. He knew who Luthor was though and his scent darkened with contempt. Interesting. Luthor had never noticed the man before but clearly he held some deep seated dislike for the billionaire. It would make their exchange all the more interesting.

“I’m here to see Richard. He’s here I assume?” He wasn’t at his apartment. Lex had already had the place searched. He also wasn’t likely to be anywhere else. Not when his little brothers needed him.

“I’m sorry but Master Dick is not accepting any visitors at this time. May I pass on a message?”

“Can we come in?” the officer to his right asked, her voice gentle and somewhat sympathetic. She definitely didn’t approve. Lex tried not to let his irritation show. He needed the woman to remain professional.

“Do you have a warrant?” the butler asked shortly, his shoulders straightening and his neck lowering. All signs of aggression and dominance.

He looked understandably shocked when she passed him the warrant. “If you’ll step aside?” Luthor asked politely, pleased when the butlers iron facade actually cracked.

“What is this about?” he asked rigidly.

“We have a collection warrant for a Mr. Richard Grayson, a Mr. Tim Drake and Mr. Damian Wayne. If you could please step aside?”

“Collection notice? What are you talking about?” the man blustered, his imperious facade cracking with mild panic. “The boys are mine. I’ve been their registered second since Master Dick was brought to our house. There must be some sort of -”

“There isn’t any mistake, sir. We have a collection warrant.” the officer reached out and gently took it from his grasp. “Now please, step aside.”

The butler's eyes narrowed, landing on Lex before widening comically. “You. It was YOU.”

“He’s not moving,” Lex said, examining his nails with feigned boredom. “And my time is precious officers. If we could move things along please?”

The butler actually took up a fighting stance. It was one of the most ridiculous things Lex had ever seen. He stood back, smirking.

“Please sir, we understand this may come as a shock,” the other officer said, his tone soft and coaxing. “But getting yourself thrown into jail isn’t going to help matters, is it? So just step aside, let us in and we’ll collect the omega and the children.”

“If you think somethings amiss with the claim you can take it to court,” the female said reasonably.

“They don’t belong to him,” the butler hissed, still not moving. “They are my family and I will not allow them to be hurt anymore than they already have because of this monster. You will not pass this threshold as long as I still draw breath.”

Lex lazily pointed his hand and shot the idiot with the taser he kept concealed in his wrist plate. The old man predictably crumbled, twisting on the ground. The two guards turned to him with shocked expressions.

“You can’t just -”

“I most certainly can. A rival alpha is trying to keep me away from my registered omegas and my kit. I am entitled to remove the threat to my pack by any means necessary.”

“Help him,” the woman said to her colleague, frowning as she pointed to the butler. She wasn’t arguing though. Neither of them were. “I will escort Mr Luthor inside.”

He didn’t wait for the other officer to obey, simply stepping over the bulter and letting himself into the Wayne mansion. He inhaled deeply and immediately picked up the scent of his newest acquisition. “This way,” he said to the trailing officer.

He had been in the Wayne mansion many times, but never to the parts of the house clearly meant for Wayne and his family. It was less extravagant and far more homely. He never would have expected it of the man, given his love of all things gaudy.

“Mr Luthor,” the officer said, close on his heels. “Did you expect the butler to react that way?”

“He has delusions of grandeur after raising Wayne. He thinks he’s entitled to this house and everything in it. It’s no surprise he acted as he did,” he paused, sniffing delicately. “They’re in here,” he said. He paused for a moment. “Don’t hurt them if they run,” he said before letting himself inside.

It was a pleasant room. The fireplace was roaring merrily and the walls were filled with old books. There was an ancient looking radio playing softly in the background. The two omegas were curled up together on the couch, the Wayne boy sat on the floor, leaning into Richard’s leg. It looked like they were all in their sleep gear, clearly readying for bed.

They all looked up when he entered, their heads snapping up when they caught their scents.

Dick looked shocked. They all did. The omegas gaze jumped to the police officer before coming to rest on the older man.

“Mr Luthor?” he asked hesitantly.

“We’ve been over this Richard. Call me Lex.”


Chapter Text

“Bruce wouldn’t have agreed to this,” Dick said, pulling against the officers hold. “He didn’t have a relationship with Luthor. Everyone knows he could barely stand the man. You can’t just -”

“The boys too,” Lex interrupted, gesturing to the children.

“I have my hands full Mr Luthor,” the officer griped, attempting to strongarm the omega across the room. Surprisingly, even with her superior strength she was struggling. Richard wasn’t outright fighting her but he was using his greater mass to his advantage by planting his feet and pulling.

“Get off him,” the little bratt snarled, jumping to his feet and pushing past his brother as he stormed up to the officer with his fist raised. “Now, otherwise I will break your face.”

“Damian,” Richard snapped, forgetting to struggle as he reprimanded the boy. “Remember your manners.”

Interestingly the kit seemed to deflate, which was frankly as ridiculous as it was fascinating. Richard had the boy wrapped around his little finger.

“Where is Alfred?” the little omega asked, his eyes jumping to the door. He started forward and Lex stepped into his path.

“You don’t leave unless I say so,” he said, trying to keep his tone mild. The boy looked jumpy. The sort of soft omega Luthor wouldn’t normally tolerate. “Stay with big brother. Both of you.”

Something indecipherable passed over the boys features before he dropped his gaze and stepped obediently beside his youngest sibling. He bent down, whispering into the child's ear before straightening. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the ground.

“Enough,” Lex snapped, turning his attention back to Richard and the flustered police officer. They both turned sharply in his direction. “Richard, we are leaving. If you continue to struggle the officer will be required to use force.”

“More than she already is?” he asked with an incredulous laugh. He tugged hard and twisted, effectively breaking her hold. “Where is Alfred?” he demanded, furious.

“The butler has been restrained,” Lex said calmly. “ Now Richard, you will stop this nonsense immediately. You don’t want to be physically carried out of here, do you?”

The omegas eyes narrowed very slightly before he looked over his shoulder at his brothers and then, as one, they bolted.

Lex refused to make a grab for any of them. The officer reached for the little omega and the boy easily dodged her grip, leaving her grasping thin air.

“Well,” Luthor growled. “Are you going after them or not?”

She immediately took chase and Lex, with an inward sigh, followed.



“Alfred?” Dick shouted, heading towards the old man's familiar and comforting scent.

“Alfred,” Damian bellowed, a step behind Dick. “Answer us, immediately.”

“There,” Tim hissed, pointing at the front door. Alfred was on the floor, in the recovery position. A police officer was standing over him.

“I’ll kill him,” Damian snarled and before Dick could stop him he barrelled into the police officer and kicked him hard in the chest. The man went down with a shocked cry.

Dick caught up to them before the boy could do any further damage, grabbing him by the waist and literally dragging him off his feet. “Stop it,” he hissed, grunting when the kid elbowed his ribs.

The sound of his pain seemed to bring the boy back to his senses. He immediately stilled. “Put me down.”

Dick didn’t ask him if he was going to leave the officer alone. He already knew Damain was done. They turned to Alfred, who was lying still on the ground. Tim was leaning over him.

“Is he OK?” Dick asked, pressing his fingertips against the old man's pulsepoint.

“I think they tased him,” Tim said, his finger running over two small holes in the butlers clothing. “He’s breathing but he’s out cold. He must have hit his head when he went down.”

“We can’t risk moving him,” Dick said, looking up as the second officer rounded the corner. She she saw her partner groaning on the floor her eyes widened and she actually reached for her gun.

“We’re going to have to go with him,” Dick said, resigned.

“Are you insane?” Damian snapped. “He’s kidnapping us and we’re just going to let him?”

“We might use Alfred against us,” Tim said softly. The downed officer was getting to his feet and Luthor was entering the corridor. “He’s seen how much we care. If we leave him here he might hurt him to get at Dick.”

“We don’t all have to go,” Dick whispered, “You two could make a run for it. Clark would take you in until we get this sorted.”

“We’re not leaving you alone with him,” Damian snapped, aghast at the very idea.

“What about -”

“OK, enough,” Lex said as he held out his wrist and keyed a sequence into his wristwatch. “I really didn’t want it to come to this DIck, but you’ve left me no choice.”

The door opened with a rounding crack as it splintered and fell in on itself. Dick and his brothers didn’t move but the officers flinched violently. Dick ignored them, turning his attention to the woman standing in the doorway.

Dick had seen her before. Luthor's shadow and bodyguard. She would have easily stood at six foot and had the solid, lithe frame of a fighter. She was rumoured to have superior strength, but Dick had never crossed her as Nightwing.

Nightwing would be able to take her, he was sure of it. As Dick Grayson he wouldn’t stand a chance. He stood up and grabbed Tim’s arm, pulling him close. “Last chance,” he hissed. “Go, now. I’ll be fine.”

Tim got that look on his face. The one that promised stubbornness. He shook his head minutely and then his eyes widened as Dick was grabbed by his shirt and literally thrown over Mercy’s shoulder.

“You have got to be joking,” he said, laughing a little desperately. “Put me down.”

“Shush Richard,” Luthor snapped, turning to the two police officers. “Between you, do you think you might be able to apprehend the children? Or do you require further assistance?”

The female immediately jumped into action, latching hold of Tim's arm and pulling him close. The kid scowled but didn’t attempt to pull free.

“Come on little guy,” the male said, stepping cautiously towards the boy. “You want to go with your big brothers, don’t you?”

Damian made a tutting noise, looking between his brother before settling his eyes on Lex. “I will accompany them. However, if you lay one hand on me I promise you I will snap your wrist in two.”

“Come along then,” Lex said, stepping over Alfred and through the doorway like he owned the whole mansion. “Let’s all go home.”

Chapter Text

Dick was pretty used to hanging upside down, so at least the blood wasn’t rushing to his head. Which was just about the only positive he could think of as he was carried out into the main courtyard and shoved into the back of a suped up Range Rover. Mercy stepped back and Tim crawled in next to him only to be shoved aside as Damian jumped into the car and settled against Dick’s side.

“What about Alfred?” he demanded.

“An ambulance is on the way,” Tim said, tapping his pocket. “I sent a distress beacon out the minute we found him.”

Dick reached across Damian and squeezed his little brothers leg.

“What are they doing?” Damian asked, trying to peer past Mercy.

“Signing papers by the look of it,” Tim said, his tone bitter. “They need to make sure the kidnapping is nice and legal.”

Dick looked over at his little brother. Dick had never really experienced the discrimination and restrictions placed on most omegas. He’d freely travelled, worked and socialised as he pleased. He was a superhero for goodness sake. And Tim, he’d hoped, would experience much the same. He hated that the boy, newly presented, was seeing firsthand how some of the world still looked at omegas. They weren’t helpless. They weren’t things.

“First chance we get, we bolt,” he said, grabbing his brothers knee and squeezing. “We can go to ground, find Bruce and sort all this out.”

“What if Bruce -”

“He isn’t,” Dick interrupted, looking at Tim and then Damian. “He just isn’t, OK?”

“He’s coming,” Damian said, his voice dripping with disdain.



Luthor settled into the car and took the seat facing Dick. His eyes swept over the omega, briefly passing over the kits before locking eyes with his gorgeous new acquisition.

“That could have gone better. Don’t you agree?”

The young man’s ice blue eyes narrowed angrily. “I want to see our lawyer.”

Lex just smirked at him. “I’m aware that Bruce has been filling your head with all sorts of nonsense, which I understand is going to take time to rectify. However, let me be clear young man. You do not get to make demands anymore. You can ask, nicely, and I may be persuaded to give you what you want, within reason. But you don’t get to pretend that your an alpha or beta anymore. That nonsense stops today.”

For a moment Dick just blinked back at him, before he eventually pinched the bridge of his nose and sat back with a sigh. “So, no lawyer?”

“No Richard,” Luthor answered, sitting back himself. “No lawyers.”

“We have friends,” the little omega said, surprising Lex. His gaze was much harder than before.He looked accusing. “Whatever you’ve pulled to make the police believe you have rightful guardianship over us is going to be discovered.”

“Is that a fact?” Lex asked, leaning forward and allowing a slight growl to slip free. To his surprise the boy didn’t even blink. “You’re seventeen, aren’t you Tim?”

“Yes,” he said, a little hesitantly.

“The age for consent is eighteen.”

The boys eyes widened. Bruce’s kit released a deep, resonating growl that made Lex show his teeth in return. RIchard grabbed the boy’s shoulder, pressing him back.

“So what if it is?” Richard asked.

“I’m just considering his future. Young Tim still has the opportunity to receive a proper upbringing. Something fitting for a young omega of his station. Finishing school perhaps, followed by an arranged marriage with an equally suitable Alpha.”

“Finishing school?” Damian asked, and he was oddly smirking slightly. “Tim?

“And a good boarding school for you I think. Perhaps Sweden.”

The smile fell away. “You’re not separating us,” he snarled. “I’m not leaving Richard.”

“He’s rather enamored with you, isn’t he?” Lex said, looking back at the omega.

“We stay together,” he answered, eyes furious. “And you’re not giving my little brother away to some idiot knothead. He’s going to college and then -”

“Richard,” Lex said, leaning forward. He was surprised, again, when the young man didn’t attempt to lean away. What had Bruce been teaching these boys. “You don’t get to tell me what do do. You ask nicely, remember?”

“Go to hell,” Richard said between gritted teeth.

For a brief moment Lex seriously considered hitting him. He repressed the urge. The boy was going through some considerable trauma. He had lost his alpha and had been taken away from his home all in the matter of a few days. Allowances needed to be made.

“I’ll be making the announcement as soon as you’ve settled in. Tomorrow perhaps.”

“What announcement?” Richard asked cautiously.

“Our engagement of course,” Lex said and took some satisfaction in the way the omegas scent spiked with anger and some distress.

“I’m not marrying you,” the omega snapped, leaning away at last. He looked briefly over at his brothers before turning back to Luthor with a small snarl. “It’s not happening.”

“It certainly is,” Lex argued, content to let the boy think what he wanted until they reached home. Then the two of them were going to have a serious conversation about the young man's future. He imagined quite a bit of yelling, crying and sulking over the coming months.

“You really are remarkably beautiful,” he said, the words slipping unbidden from his lips. It was true though. Even dressed in a sleep clothes, with his hair mussed and an angry scowl on his face he really was truly and shockingly beautiful. Lex didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful man in his entire life.

The brat launched himself forward with a bark of anger. Lex was too surprised to even try to defend himself. The child landed a forceful punch to Lex’s nose and he immediately felt blood pour down his chin. He reared back, shocked and furious. He saw Richard and the omega grab the child and drag him back.

Perhaps Sweden wasn’t far enough.



A plane crash kill the Bat. It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t.

“Alfred?” he called, stepping into the kitchen. He could smell the other man but there was another, vaguely familiar scent that set his teeth on edge. “Alfred, you here?”

“In here Master Jason,” the butler called back. He sounded tired. Exhausted even.

If Jason was honest with himself, which he liked to think he usually was, when he walked in on his ex-butler and Superman in his old kitchen, drinking tea, he just about lost his shit.

“What the actual fuck?”

“Language, Master Jason.”

“Sorry,” Jason said, almost on autopilot. “What the actual fuck, please and thank you.”

Neither man looked overly impressed. Like Jason gave a fuck. “Well,” he snapped.

“There’s been some bad news,” Clark began, resting his hand on Alfred’s shoulder. “I’m sorry son -”

“It’s bulltshit,” Jason interuppted irritibly. “He’s out there. Somewhere. We should be looking for him.”

Alfred’s tired gaze rose to meet his sadly. “I hope you’re right, my boy.”

“I am,” Jason said, his expression softening despite himself. “I know it, Alfred. He isn’t gone. He’s too fucking stubborn.”

“There’s more,” Clark said, his expression darkening.

There was something in his eyes. Something that made Jason’s heart clench. “Where is everyone?” he asked, turning back to Alfred.

“I’m sorry, Master Jason. Truly I am. I tried to stop them.”

“Where the hell are they?” he roared, his heart pounding rapidly. “Where?”

“Luthor,” Clark said, pressing his hand against Jason’s shoulder. “But we’re going to get them back, son. I promise.”

Chapter Text

“I don’t suppose you’ll be overly impressed by my home, given your upbringing,” Luthor said as he gripped Dick’s upper arm and tugged him from the car. “Still, I think you’ll find it suitable enough. It’s certainly -”

“Father is richer than you, isn’t he?” Damian interrupted, his lips twisting into a mean little smirk. He wasn’t even trying to act innocent as he settled his hands on his hips and attempted to engage Luthor in a staring contest.

The older man clearly didn’t have any issues playing dirty and placed his hand on the small of Dick’s back. “And it will be all yours... someday. Minus whatever Bruce left behind for your brothers. You’re going to be very rich, when you come of age.”

“And I suppose you’ll look after it for him until then?” Tim asked, his expression flat. He managed to draw Luthor’s attention away from Damian though, which was important if they didn’t want another nose punching incident.

The Alpha cut Tim a chilling look that made something lodge in Dick’s throat. Luthor wasn’t a metahuman but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. He had manipulated and masterminded some despicable and unforgivable atrocities. Worse still, he had gotten away with them. It would be foolish to underestimate him.

“Mercy, take the children to their quarters. Thank you.”

“No,” Dick said, pulling back.

“We go with Grayson,” Damian snarled at the exact same moment.

Luthor's hand wrapped around Dick’s arm again. He could have broken free easily. He wanted to so badly. “It’s late, Richard. The children should be in bed. You and I, we have some things to discuss.”

“No,” Damian said, shaking his head and avoiding Mercy’s attempt to grab him. “We won’t -”

“It’s OK, little D,” Dick said quickly, turning to his little brother with a soft smile and silently pleading with him. “We’ll talk tomorrow? First chance we get, OK?”

Remember the plan, he tried to tell them with his eyes. Run. First chance we get. I’ll meet you.

“Come on, Damian,” Tim said, his expression still blank. He was quick though. The quickest among them. He’d remember, even if Damian’s temper was momentarily blinding him “We’ll see Dick tomorrow.”

Damian stormed up to Luthor before anyone could stop him and inserted himself between Dick and the older man. He barely came to the billionaires stomach, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cause some serious harm if he wanted to. “Dick is not yours. Do not touch him unless he asks you to.”

Luthor’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “And what about you? Is he yours?”

“Yes,” Damian said immediately. Seemingly as an after thought he jerked his thumb towards Tim. “And so is he. And if you hurt either one of them I will stab you in the face.”


“Damian,” Dick hissed, grabbing the boys shoulder and pulling him against his chest. “You don’t speak to people that way. You know better.”

And yup, the boy was growling.

“Cute,” Luthor said, looking down his nose at Damian before purposefully turning his back to them. “Dick, if you’ll follow me," he said, walking away without waiting to see if Dick would follow.

Dick squeezed Damian’s shoulder, shared a look with Tim and reluctantly fell into step beside Luthor. He didn’t risk looking over his shoulder in case Damian took it as an invitation to intervene.

“That one is going to have some serious domination issues,” Luthor said as soon as they were out of earshot. “Your father should have done something to curb his attitude sooner. It’s going to be all the harder to correct his manners this late in his development.”

“Damian is just going through puberty,” Dick said, trying not to twitch when Lex’s hand found his back again. “It’s just hormones.”

“It’s arrogance and a lack of control,” Luthor said dismissively. “You just don’t see anything wrong with it because you’re genetically inclined to react favourably to that sort of behaviour. However, in polite society it simply isn’t acceptable. Not having a strong father figure in his life has meant he’s been allowed to run wild. Well, it ends now.”

“Because you’re such a shining example of perfection,” Dick muttered.

He saw Luthor grab for him and made himself not react as both of his upper arms were caught in a bruising hold and he was pushed hard into the wall at his back. His breath left him in a rush and his view was very quickly obscured by Luthor’s face.

“I know you have very fine manners when you want to, Richard. I suggest you start putting them to use if you don’t want there to be a problem between the two of us.”

Dick almost laughed in the other man's face. Almost. “I’m not a - “

“Having a pretty face does not supersede everything else,” the older man growled as his hand grabbed Dick’s jaw and squeezed. “I understand this must be very traumatising, all things considered. However, this is the way things are. You are under my care, permanently. Be sweet and respectful and I will treat you accordinly. Continue to be glib and I will hurt you until you stop. Do you understand?”

“Let go of me,” Dick said very quietly. There would be bruises. If the boys saw DIck might not be able to stop them from going after Luthor. He had to do something.

“Tell me you understand?” the alpha snarled, his teeth gnashing in Dick’s face.

Dick kicked him. Sure, he pulled back his strength so Luthor only staggered back instead of falling on his ass, but he still kicked him. Hard enough to momentarily wind the other man too.

He'd be lying if he didn't say he felt some satisfaction. He'd had a hell of a night, after all. 

Don’t touch me,” Dick said, retreating back when Luthor righted himself. “I don’t know what century you’re living in, but your archaic bullshit is not acceptable. Grab me again and I’ll hurt you. Do you understand me?”

Luthor looked momentarily shocked. Dick doubted it was his words. The billionaire would have undoubtedly heard a lot worse in his lifetime. It was the realisation that an omega was speaking back to him. An Omega was fighting him.

“Was it all a show?” he asked abruptly.

“What?” Dick asked, genuinely confused.

“Your sweetness. Your dazzling smiles and sparking personality. Was it all a show? Was it all a lie?”

He actually looked disappointed.

Luthor had something to do with Bruce’s disappearance, Dick just knew it. He hurt Alfred, threatened his brothers and was quite literally attempting to enslave Dick.

Sometimes words failed.

And sometimes it was necessary to channel someone else in order to get the words across as eloquently as possible. And no one knew how to express themself quite as vividly as Bruce’s second eldest.

“Go fuck yourself, Lex.”

Luthor blinked and then blinked again. His mouth opened and closed a few times.


And then he pounced.

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Jason was cold, wet and irrevocably fucked off. He wanted to bust into Luthor’s dickhole of a mansion, shoot the man in the balls and take back what was his.

Not mine, he snarled at himself, feeling his temper boil. But definitely not Luthor's.

He couldn’t though. Because Superass said Luthor wasn’t technically doing anything illegal. Until they could pin Bruce’s disappearance on the billionaire, and thus have probable cause, they needed to be covert. Clark wouldn’t even come along, too afraid that Luthor might find out he was involved and use the unlawful kidnapping against him.


So he was waiting, because he knew without a doubt that his brothers wouldn’t stay put for a second longer than they needed to. He didn’t have to wait too much longer before he saw the replacement and demon spawn scuttle across Luthor’s roof. They were barefoot and dressed in pyjamas. The sight made something uncomfortable lodge in Jason’s throat.

Dick wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

He made his way towards them, moving stealthily enough that they didn’t notice until he practically stepping out in front of them. Sloppy. Both kids stopped. Neither one looked particularly surprised to see him.

“Where’s Goldie?” Jason immediately demanded.

“Oh, we’re fine. Thanks for asking,” Tim muttered, hugging himself. It was raining kind of hard and his hair was plastered to his face. He was even shivering a little.

Jason smirked at him.

“Drake made us abandon him,” the demon spawn hissed, glaring at the older boy before levelling a cold glare at Jason. “He’s presumably still being felt up by Luthor.”

Jason saw red. He didn’t realise he was moving until he felt two solid weights knock into him. He looked down and was surprised to see the kids trying to push him back.

“Dick isn’t helpless, Hood,” Replacement said, clearly straining to hold Jason back. “Luthor has no idea who he really is. He can’t hurt him.”

“He can’t hurt Nightwing,” Jason corrected, shoving both boys, hard. “But Dick Grayson is a whole different story. I’m not going to just let Luthor lay his hands on him. I won’t let...”

“Ah, I didn’t know you cared so much,” a familiar voice said in a jovial tone a moment before an even more familiar scent caught Jason’s nose. He spun around so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash.

And there he was in all of his shining fucking glory. Barefoot, soaking wet and, as always, absolutely fucking gorgeous.Whereas the replacement looked like a drowned puppy, Dick somehow made it look like he’d just stepped out of a beauty magazine. It should not have been possible for one person to be so beautiful. It shouldn’t -

Small fingers clicked in front of his face, jarring Jason back into the present.

“You took long enough,” the demon spawn snapped, growling softly as he made a passable attempted to shoulder past Jason.

“What happened?” Tim asked, his gaze accessing.

Dick shrugged, stepping past Damian and ruffling his wet hair. “Put it this way. I don’t think Luthor’s going to be attending any of our galar dinners for a while.”

“What did he do to you?” Jason asked, trying hard not to grab Dick and shake him. Fuck, he could have been hurt. Luthor was a literal mad genius. He was capable of anything.

“What did you do to Luthor?” Tim asked.

As if that mattered.

“We should probably get going,” Dick said, ignoring both of them. “I don’t suppose you brought enough transportation for all four of us?” he asked, looking earnestly at Jason.


“Did you just bring the bike?” Tim asked, sounding pained.

“I was in a fucking hurry, all right?”

“You’re an imbecile,” the demon spawn said with all the dignity of someone twice his age.

“Fuck you all. I’m not the one that let Alfred get knocked out and then kidnapped from my own fucking house.”

“How is Alfred?” Dick asked, looking a little guilty. “Did he wake up OK?”

“Yeah,” Jason said, his tone softening in response. “He’s waiting for us at Clark’s place.”

Dick started moving and everyone immediately followed. “How does Clark know?”

“He saw it on the news,” Jason said, fidgeting with the need to take off his jacket and wrap it around Dick’s shoulders. It was cold, damnit. “I hate to break this to you guys, but your faces are everywhere. It is literally all anyone is talking about.”

“The hyenas didn’t take long to start circling,” the demon spawn said bitterly. “Why isn’t Clark here too?”

“Because he didn’t want to break to the law,” the replacement said, sounding tired. Jason spared him a quick look over his shoulder. Frankly, he couldn’t care less if the brat passed out from exhaustion. The little shit was too coddled anyway. It was just stupid fucking biology that made him feel like he should care. Jason was real fucking good at ignoring his biology.

After all, he’d managed not to just pick up Dick, throw him over his shoulder and bolt the moment he first saw him.

Because he had self restraint and stuff.

“You’re shivering,” Damian noted, sounding accusing.

“So are you,” the replacement said indignantly. “So is Dick. It’s cold.”

“You need to eat more,” the demon brat admonished. “Then you wouldn’t be so cold.”

“Just because you have the density of a black dwarf doesn’t mean I’m skinny, Damian.”

Jason saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his eyes and turned just in time to watch Dick fling himself off the roof and catch a nearby tree branch. He pulled himself up with ease and began the quick decent back to the ground.

“You’re scrawny,” Damian said before flinging himself after the omega.

Jason and the replacement shared a look. “What?” Jason said, grinning before following after the demon spawn.

He hit the ground next to Dick and took off at a sprint. The others were soon on his heels.

“Where’s the bike?” Dick asked, coming abreast of him.

“I left it outside the estate. Just a little further and we’ll reach the opening I made,” Jason said, hurrying his steps a little when he heard an alarm sound in the mansion.

“Looks like Luthor’s up,” Dick said, grinning impishly.

“Seriously, what did you do to him?”

Dick opened his mouth to answer when everything suddenly lit up like a fucking christmas tree. Jason stumbled a little before righting himself. “Go, now!” he shouted.

The sound of dogs in the distance, closing fast caught his ear. He turned to Dick and knew just from the look on his face that he’d heard too.

“How much further?” Damian shouted.

Jason almost fucked himself as he reached the fence edge and drew back the severed wires. “Move,” he shouted, gesturing the others through. It was a tight fit for Jason but they managed to pass through with relevant ease. He followed after them just as a dog came snapping at his heels. He may or may not have kicked the dogs snout on his way out.

“Bikes this way,” he snarled, grabbing Damian and Dick and dragging them after him until they got the message and followed.

They were entering a nice street. The sort of place the shockingly rich lived in. The sort of place where they would stand out if someone decided to take a peep. Jason’s bike was just ahead, hidden by some shrubbery. He pulled it free, pausing when he heard sirens.

“Police are on their way,” Dick said softly.

“That bike isn’t going to hold all four of us,” Tim panted as he came abreast of them. “Do we actually have a plan?”

“You and Damian take the bike,” Jason said, not waiting for a confirmation before lifting the replacement onto the bike. He took his coat off as an afterthought and shoved it over the kids shoulders.

“We’re not leaving him again,” the demon spawn said, planting his feet and glaring like he wanted to do lots of unpleasant things to Jason.

“Dick and I can break into one of the houses and steal some clothes. The two of us won’t stand out, but if we have two kids with us, at this time of night, people are going to notice.”

“Go on, Damian,” Dick said, wrapping his arms around the kid and hoisting him on the bike behind Tim. “I’ll meet you at Clark’s in a couple of hours.”

The demon spawn allowed himself to be manoeuvred without struggling, but it looked like a close thing. “You are not leaving my sight when we reunite, Richard.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Dick said, ruffling the kids hair. “I’ll see you guys later, OK?”

“Be careful,” Tim said. “We’ll try and bide you some time.”

“It’s going to be OK,” Dick said, allowing Jason to grab his wrist and drag him in the opposite direction. “Be careful.”

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“You’re shivering,” Jason said, internally berating himself for giving the replacement his coat. What had he been thinking? Dick was the priority, not some snot nosed, dumbass know it all who -

“Then we better hope this house has some clothes in it,” Dick said, interrupting Jason and flashing his usual charming smile. “Do you have a lockpick?”

“If the Bat taught me anything, it was to always be prepared. Move aside, Goldie,” Jason said, nudging the smaller man out of his way. It took him seconds to open the door. “After you,” he said, making a sweeping gesture.

“Ever the gentleman” Dick laughed as he stepped lightly inside. “So, do you think it’s empty?”

“I’m not not picking up anyone's scent. Pretty sure they’re out for the night.”

“Best not to push our luck. Let’s grab some clothes and get out of here.”

They hurried upstairs and Dick immediately targeted a room that smelled strongly of omega. “Woman’s closet,” he murmured irritably as he rooted through the clothes, moving swiftly into the next room.

“An omega,” Jason said, following after him.


Jason shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable. “She might have some omega gender neutral -”

“I didn’t realise that was your kink, little wing,” Dick said, laughing softly when Jason made a swipe for him. “You want me to pick you something out?”

“I just thought, in case you couldn’t find anything to fit -”

“I’m not that small, Jason. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

Jason swallowed his reply, but it wasn’t easy. He had to bite off a growl when Dick started rooting through some random assholes closet. He did not want Dick to smell like another alpha.

“These will do,” the older man said, pulling out a sweater and some jeans. He turned to Jason and his eyes widened. “What?”

Jason pulled off his shirt, tore off his undershirt, grabbed the hem of Dick’s soaking sweater and pulled it up over the startled man’s head. “Here, you can wear this,” he said, thrusting the undershirt into Dick’s hands.

Dick frowned down at the shirt and then back at Jason. He rolled his eyes before pulling the damp shirt over his head.

Seeing Dick in this clothes made something inside Jason immensely pleased, but it quickly turned to irritation when Dick went to put on the jeans.

“What now?” Dick asked, begining to frown.

“I don’t want you to wear some other alphas clothes.”

“I can see that. But why?”

Because you’re mine.

They stared at one another for a long moment. Dick abruptly threw his hands in the air and stalked out of the room. Jason followed after him and was relieved to see Dick was sorting through the omegas closet. He pulled out a black pair of skinny jeans and proceeded to try and drag them past his calves. He was glaring at Jason the whole time, and Jason, asshole that he was couldn’t help but smirk back at him.

“They’re too tight,” Dick grumbled, but he was smiling too. He gestured at himself. “Happy now?”

“Almost,” Jason said, grabbing a jacket out of the closet and pushing it into Dick’s arms. “It’s cold.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Dick grumbled, pulling it on with another eye roll. “I just need some shoes and then we can get going.”

“You go ahead. I’m going to try and find something to wear.”

Dick waved him a sarcastic goodbye and Jason quickly picked out the least offensive smelling clothes he could find. He grabbed a cap and found Dick pulling on a pair of sneakers.

“They fit?” Jason asked, pulling the cap over Dick’s damp hair.

“Well enough,” the older man said, looking up at Jason beneath the rim of the cap. “You about ready to go?”

“Sure am, goldie.”

“So,” Dick said, opening the door and stepping outside. “Shall we see if they have a car we can borrow?”

Borrow, huh?”

Dick shrugged, pulling the cap further over his face and partly shrouding his eyes. “It looks like the owners of this place can afford a car or two. I’m sure they won’t suffer too badly if we take one on a joyride.”

Jason shrugged and followed the smaller man into a garage off the side of the house. As predicted there were three other cars inside. Dick buzzed around them before gesturing towards a black Dodge.

“This one.”

“You sure? They have a Ferrari,” Jason said in a singsong voice.

“Not exactly subtle, is it. Nope, the Dodge is fine.”

“You any good at breaking into expensive cars?”

Dick shot him an annoyed look. “Do I look like I’m carrying a utility belt?”

Jason opened his mouth, a smile of his lips when he picked up the sound of sirens. Lots of them.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing Dick’s arm and heading back towards the house. “Shit, shit.”

“Jason, the car,” Dick hissed, pulling back.

“It’s going to take too long to break into. We need to go.”

“You want to try and outrun them?” Dick asked, his scent suddenly uncertain. “We’re in civvies and these streets aren’t exactly riddled with places to hide, Jason.”

“If you’ve got an alternative solution don’t be fucking shy, Dick.”

Dick pressed his hand over his face and breathed deeply for a few seconds. When he looked at Jason his eyes were tired, but he was smiling. “I guess we don’t have anything to lose at this point.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jason said. Clapping him on the back before grabbing his hand. “Stay with me, OK?”

Nah, you worried about me little wing?”

“You’ve already managed to get yourself kidnapped once this week. I have very little faith in your abilities right now.”

Dick shrugged, pulled his hand free and flicked Jason on the forehead. “Tag, you’re it.”