I got a bit busy today so I wasn't able to finish my piece for day 1 of @omegadickweek but I still wanna share it while on time - so have part 1 here early and I'll post the whole finished thing tomorrow on ao3 (hopefully with another fic for day 2)
Hitting all the prompts this time - Reverse Robin | First heat | Age difference
Gravel shuffled quietly on the roof behind his back and Dick's heart stopped for half of a second. He turned his head to the side, just barely to notice who was standing behind him and-
“Flying alone tonight, little bird?” Slade drawled, lips curled into a wolfish grin.
Tension immediately bleed out of Dick's shoulders. It didn't escape Slade's attention, his single eye flicking over him in a way that made Dick's own lips twitch into a smile.
It probably didn't say anything good about him, that the sight of Deathstroke the Terminator made him relax like that - that he felt relief instead of fear. That he didn't feel the urge to reach for his escrimas, that he didn't focus on Deathstroke entirely, preparing himself for the fight.
Because Slade wasn't like the rest of the rogues Dick usually fought - that's what made Dick so interested. Maybe it was the way Slade could kill him with just a flick of his hand. Maybe it was the way Slade looked at him and saw more, more than just a kid and more than Batman's sidekick. Maybe it was the way Slade, despite being every bit of a villain, of a mercenary and a killer, never lied and had a set of rules he would never break.
And Deathstroke wasn't just some villain, either. He was the most dangerous one, the most lethal of them all.
And for a few months now, he was also Dick's occasional lover.
Bruce would go crazy if he ever learned about it and his brothers would lock him up in the Manor, make sure he never stepped outside again. They were already overprotective, Dick didn't want to know how bad it could get.
Hopefully he’d never know and they all stay blissfully unaware.
“Maybe.” Dick answered with a hum, his gaze returning to the building he was watching before Slade joined him.
Another whisper of gravel and Slade stopped by the edge of the rooftop, right where Dick was crouching. His fingers ran through Dick's hair, pushing the locks away from his forehead and Dick pushed into his touch without thinking.
“Expecting any trouble?” Slade murmured.
He lowered himself to get on Dick's level and a bit of his scent slipped out from behind his uniform. For a moment all the thought escaped Dick's mind, as he smelled the gunpowder combined with spice. It used to burn him in the nose, when he was younger. Nowadays it made him think of soft sheets and black bitter coffee Slade always made for him in the morning.
And now… now the smell seemed stronger than usual. It wasn't… burning, exactly but it still made his nose twitch. It shouldn't feel like this - Slade had his full armor on and the bit of his smell got out only because he wasn't wearing his mask but- it shouldn't make warmth curl inside his stomach the way it was doing.
He forgot Slade even asked him a question, until the alpha wrapped one of his hair strands around his finger and tugged gently.
“Not really.” He rubbed a hand under his nose.
Slade hummed, clearly not believing him. “Is that why you almost jumped out of your skin when you heard me?” He teased.
Dick shrugged, forcing himself to fear his eyes away from the alpha and look at the building again. Two of the guards were standing beside the main entrance, smoking without a word. Quiet, because they weren't meant to leave their post. In about five minutes they will go back inside, as if nothing ever happened - and after another hour they will be back for another smoke.
“Well, you could say that I'm… what's the word? Ah, yes. Grounded.” Dick rolled his eyes, making Slade laugh. “Can you imagine it? They think they can just ground me, like I'm some kid!”
“Aren’t you one, though?” Slade asked, his voice a smooth murmur. Dick could feel his breath on his cheek, as the words danced on his skin. “Just a kid. Baby.”
Dick did everything he could not to show how the word affected him but when he exhaled the next time, it came out just a little bit shaky. Slade had to notice, of course, because the curl of his lips turned into a smirk and he leaned down closer to him, his fingers sliding from Dick’s hair to the back of his neck.
“A-anyway,” He cleared out his throat, doing his best to ignore the touch. He shifted, resting one of his knees on the rough surface of the rooftop but Slade’s hand just followed him. Fucking bastard- “I’m not going to just let them ‘ground me’ when they go out on a patrol themselves. They had no right to ground me in the first place.”
“But you had to do something.” Slade said. His hand was a firm pressure on Dick’s nape, his thumb pressed against Dick’s gland, hidden under his costume and a patch that covered his scent. “You just love getting into trouble. Don’t you, kid?”
Dick shivered, letting out another shaky breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
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