Alpha Dick's restless. Has been restless for some days now, since meeting Batman's new rogue. Lithe, quick, flexible, equally charming and infuriating. Red Hood fights like a Robin. Jason still fights like a Robin, whatever that means. Robin is Dick's, always been, his mother's loving nickname for him turned into a mantle, something hopeful; a new life, a new purpose, a choice.
Robin is his.
Jason wasn't like Tim or Damian, he took after Dick, no other parameter to use at the time. He was taught to be like Dick, fight like him, stand like him. The few exchanged blows between them showed him that clearly. Death could add new layers, but it couldn't erase the old ones.
He still smells like brewed black coffee with a hint of autumn rain. No smoke underneath, no metallic tang, no supernatural tint. Just fresh and warm, alive.
Dick doesn't reach out to Bruce, not ready to sink into the man’s swollen raw and pulsing hot lair of guilt, pain and self-destructive coping mechanisms.
No, he chooses to ruminate on the limited past memories of the boy, on the hallucinations of his voice during dark moments of his life, on the short fight with the eighteen year old ghost of the past coming back to haunt the most haunted man on Earth. Jason grew up from that short shrimp into a dark and dangerous siren.
He's gorgeous. And Dick growls at the thought.
Long legs, thick thighs, perky ass, large chest, grabbable waist... Only his face remains a mystery to him. He doesn't dare talk to Bruce in this state, this embarrassing, creepy state of wild desire, not even to ask for any footage of the boy.
His foot taps the floor repetitively where it rests as he's sat on his couch, the only part of his body he allowed movement in the last two and a half hour. He's not thinking clearly, he doesn't trust himself now.
His rut comes steady and unexpected. He felt it building for days, expecting to just be a false alarm, not the first time either, but it's pounding the door of his headquarters now, snarling and howling for control. He and the beast are two sides of the same coin, and he has yet to meet a bigger control freak than him — or the Bat.
His senses sharpen as the minutes go by, a tap somewhere in his apartment leaks loudly like the world's pettiest clock. The need to stretch his neck is insurmountable. He doesn't dare move. Yet, the pit-pat of rats tiny feet walking down the street sewer becomes noticeable to his ears even five stores up, the beast throwing a fit in his mind abruptly quiets down, and Dick knows. He should have known he would lose this battle, the beast is him after all, stronger and sharper, but him.
The scent stands out for his senses like a god's beam, leading his nose and body out of his place and towards the source of it, something otherwise impossible were he not suffering from the world's worst case of hormonal sex-drive yet to be recorded. Dick can't possibly say how, but Gotham is soon under his feet as he jumps and swings over the buildings, mind quiet and focused like that of a wild animal. It's all he is now.
Dick first sees the omega through the large window of a nice apartment. Taking over Wayne's Enterprise's R&D division has visible advantages, though apparently not enough for Jason to live too far from Crime Alley, it seems. Dedicated, smart, cunning. The beast praises and appreciates the prey anyway, the omega oblivious while watering a plant sitting on his kitchen's windowsill.
There's an animal finesse in how Dick leaps in the air, slipping through the suspiciously open living room window, but the remainder of his reason washes away by the scent saturating the place, and his cock aches inside his trousers.
Jason stands by the room's door that leads to the kitchen, as if he expected him, leaning with his shoulder on the doorway, arms casually crossed in front of his chest. Dick's mouth fills with saliva. The omega's eyes were the same teal color, his lips the same tantalizing soft pink, faint freckles still spread across his nose, his cheeks still holding onto the last of baby fat.
"Should I call the cops?" Jason jokes, smooth voice a lullaby to the ears.
"... Only if you want an audience."
Dick doesn't recognize his own voice, he never really spoke more than one or two words during his ruts, spending them either alone or too absorbed by his needs to voice anything out loud. The thing is rough, croaking, low, and Jason's body reacts to it with goosebumps and a compulsory heightening of his lovely scent.
"You shouldn't be here. Lost your way to your den?" The omega asks, and Dick smells the fake composure of his words.
"I'm exactly where I want to be."
This shuts Jason up for long, loud seconds. Teal eyes shifting as it seizes the unbonded alpha in his apartment. Dick recognizes skepticism in Jason's young face, the beast recognizes longing in the omega's scent.
"Are you?" he asks slowly, quiet. Crossed arms no longer a casual posture as much as a shield.
Verbalizing is tiring to the beast; few words, too much weight, too many voiceless meanings.
Stepping closer to the omega, body stretching to its full size, pheromones spreading around the living room, Dick asserts his intention in the most undeniable and primitive way.
Jason tries to steer away, only to be moved by a heavy hand around his elbow, pushing him against the wall, a knee fitting between gorgeous thighs clothed with a small comfortable shorts. Something sweet reaches the beast's nose: interest.
"You'll regret this next morning," Jason warns lowly, no threat in his voice, no defensiveness in his body.
He doesn't twist away when Dick puts a hand below his shirt, caressing his waist. He doesn't push him off when Dick grips his cock over the shorts, rubbing it up and down. Jason moans quietly, back arching slightly so, pushing his cock against the heavy hand. Something damp catches the tip of Dick's fingers, the sweetness in the air taking form in the slicky wetness flowing from between Jason's buttcheeks. He glues his body against him, nose finding the omega's mating gland and breathing it in.
"I'll eat you whole," the beast groans, hand going below the shorts, claws pressing behind shaved balls, earning a soft keening sound from plush, bitten lips.
"I'll let you," Jason whispers back, encouraging the worst in Dick.
Of course he'll let him. Robin was never Batman's. Robin was, is, and always will be Dick's. Tim inserted himself in it for Batman, Damian inherited it as part of Batman. But its true owner only gave it to Jason.
Jason makes a plan to get freaky with Dick. Since his older brother is avoiding any further sexual touches with him, he made the perfect plan with backup plans just so he could finally get laid
He's seducing Dick. He made sure that they had a free day together, had the patrolling covered and the others genuinely promised not to disturb (especially bc they can't, Jason made sure they had lots of distraction to not seek Dick for any reason)
So Jason suggested a bath together after they finished eating. Dick agrees and then they are in the same bathroom. Dick has a towel around his waist and Jason still with his shirt and pants, he's now seeing how difficult this may be, but he won't give up (even if his face is burning with embarrassment and he wants to hide under covers)
Jason slowly pulls his shirt over his head, and slides the pants down. When he looks up after finishing taking off his clothes Dick is staring at him, eyes dilated and breath caught, that makes Jason's resolver come back and he's determined again
They're both naked in the bath, the water is warm, what's more warm is Jason as he looks at Dick pushing his hair back and the drops of water traveling all over his body, it makes Jason a little lightheaded. Jason goes for the plan, he enters Dick space and glues their body chest to chest with some excuse he needs to feel warm too
Needless to say it backfired and his whole plan went to hell. Dick hugs Jason saying he can make him warmer and kisses Jason until his legs turn jelly and his brain malfunction, it's not even a feral or desperate kiss, just one of Dick's sweet kisses where not only his lips get attention but any part of his face and neck too. Overwhelmingly cute
When they separate, Jason feels so warm he might combust on the spot, his head is running in circles and everything gets worse (better) when he catches Dick smiling at him
From there and on it's a little blurry, Jason's still lightheaded. He's wrapped in a soft towel, his hair is dried, he's under covers and Dick is hugging him again while watching something on his phone that he shows Jason too. There's a kiss to his head as Dick settles to sleep, Jason doesn't even know it's night already or they're taking a nap, but he goes to sleep cuddled on a warm sun kissed body.
–💐 (he failed successfully, I have no idea why Dick was avoiding intercourse, my dream doesn't elaborate too far in details most of time ;-;)
After the initial bitter taste, Dick finds himself swimming with sweetness as little by little Jason's presence becomes a necessity
What before he thought was just competitive attitudes, turned into cute demonstrations of admiration. Jason's red face after Dick praised him for a muffin the boy did alone (aka, supervised by Alfred) wasn't a sign of rage, he's blushing. A cute reddish that spreads from his face to his neck and ears that makes his freckles stand out and his eyes shine with a light, so pretty it makes Dick kinda delirious
Dick finds himself chasing this light, be it making Jason laugh at some stupid story about Bruce or flustering the boy. He starts calling Jason his little brother, affectionate in a way Dick didn't think he could, and using more and more excuses to be at the manor and have Jason's attention
It's all so fascinating to Dick, the way Jason's laugh breaks in small breathless inhales, or the way his tongue pokes out while concentrating. But his favorite thing about it? The way Jason softens as time goes by, the way Dick's name turns into a gentle word that explains everything and nothing at the same time, the way he's even if he fights with Bruce and doesn't appear on the manor for months when he's back he will find himself with sweets on his hands and warmth by his side
"Maybe that's why everything turned this way, little wing," Dick caresses Jason's sleeping face with feather-like touches. A warm body with a heartbeat slowed by sleep and even breathing. Jason is older now but to Dick, he's his cute little brother still
Dick settles back down on the bed, bringing Jason head to his chest so he can kiss his messy curls
In a home only theirs. In a bubble that belongs to them. Dick finds himself keeping the light with his hands, knowing that the light will be with him forever.
–💐 (went kinda overboard with the headcanons, sorry)
dick grayson’s big wife jason todd who he talks about like an unruly kitten but is actually a hulking mass of muscle vaguely shaped like a very angry man.
dick tells tim to; “watch this” before he whistles at jason, making the 6”man with loaded guns in his holsters stumble, blush the prettiest pink tim has ever seen and come stomping over to them to punch dick’s shoulder.
and its one of those puny fake punches that makes tim think of a petulant wife scolding her husband for embarrassing her instead of. jason. dick laughs and kisses his fingers. tim needed to throw up yesterday but he needs to expel his guts NOW.
Dick tends to ask a lot. Especially, ask about people around his little brother. Is totally bc he's worried about Jason's safety and not bc the thought of anyone trying to catch Jason's attention makes his brain scream "why is this person talking with my little wing?"
Dick would be up to his space when he's back from a mission asking all types of questions "How was your mission?" "Are you hurt?" "What about a bath?" And then when Jason is soaking in hot water Dick will start cleaning his hair, massaging his scalp and then: "who was that guy that talked to you at (specific date and time) on the port?"
Jason can't see his face but knows the drill, "some goon from the person we are investigating."
"we..?"
"the bats, remember? Bruce said we should team up for this and— oh, that's good," Dick had started to massage Jason's shoulders, making him relax further. Dick chuckled.
"Right. But what about—"
And the rest of the bath and evening is spent answering Dick questions, being hugged and manhandled around their apartment. That's fine with Jason, he doesn't need to do anything other than talk with Dick and the conversation will naturally steer to casual when Dick is satisfied.
Okay but Knightfight Jason showing up, for whatever reason, in regular Gotham. You think the fact that he's like 20 years older is going to stop Dick? Absolutely not. That's still his baby brother!
Just. DILF Jason Todd, large & scarred & used to absolute loneliness, being doted on & treated like a princess by 20-something twunk Dick Grayson.
Please yes. He is so lonely he just freak out when that twunk call him « Little wing » or « baby brother » and hug him so tightly Jason could choke.
Jason being absolutely pampered, Dick is taking care of that man. Dick is following him everywhere, hugging him every 5 sec.
Jason just let it happen. And he think this Dick is all happy and kind. Until they get into bed. Dick is dirty talking that man and ruining him so good Jason forgot his name. (He also can’t walk for days because his hips are injured, Dick is so smuge about it.)
Jason just passing out because Dick have too much stamina. Blacking out and then waking up to a cuddly Dick, speaking so sweetly to him that Jason thought he just dreamed.
Alpha Dick that is always clinging to omega Jason's side
When Jason is visiting the manor, Dick disappears from his usual place and is found instead wherever Jason is. Just a little bit of Jason's scent and Dick suddenly is by his side fanning over him
It becomes especially worse when Jason becomes comfortable enough to take off the scent patch from his neck (he keeps the ones on his wrists still), and now you have a very much Alpha and less of Dick present. Dick starts to lean heavy on his instincts, cuddling Jason, scenting him so much others get to arms length from Jason or a safe distance away
He's kissing Jason's scent gland, leaving Jason lightheaded. Always affectionate, acting innocent to what his acts do to Jason (Jason legs are trembling to a point of giving out, multiple times he had to hold on walls and furniture after), after all, Dick is just being a good older brother to Jason
He's so good of a brother that he takes care of Jason when all that stimulus leads to a sudden heat. He even takes full responsibility after biting on Jason's gland and forming a bond with him. An awesome brother indeed.
DickJay alternate universe crossover au where Talon Dick ends up transported to Nightwing Dick and Red Hood Jason's universe and is unable to return to his own (he's much better off in this universe bc in his own the court had gotten to him before Bruce so he has literally nobody he loves or who loves him). He was injured before being transfered and landed in Crime Alley. Jason finds him and patches him up (he doesn't know he's an alternate Dick yet but he does recognize him as clearly an assassin even if he doesn't know he's a Talon specifically) and hands him some protein bars he had on hand before giving him directions to Leslie's clinic and continuing his patrol.
Talon Dick has no memory of being treated and spoken softly (and nonthreateningly) to like that ever in his life and immediately becomes fixated on the man with the red helmet (also Talons from Talon Dick's universe are a bit different. They're biologically and magically modified to have fully retractable wings and claws solely bc I love the idea of Talon Dick having wings lol and the claws just kinda made sense). He ends up following Jason home and basically begins the process of slowly domesticating himself like a feral cat. The Red Hood gaining a guardian bird monster is what alerts the bats to Talon Dick's existence.
((Jason will absolutely end up together with both Dicks))
I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open so this little rambling drabble will have to wait for it to be finished when I have more than 2 functioning brain cells
Dick need to give Jason a big hug. A true one that can last for hours. Just holding Jay until he pulls out by himself. Jason need to wonder wtf is happening before just breaking down because when did someone even held like that?
Touch starve Jason getting all the love and hugs he deserve. Dick will protect his baby brother forever.
This is actually not finished but i no longer have the juice to render it to what i wanted it to be… therefore im posting it instead. so have a mpreg jay ❤️
Day 7. Free Day
I decided to end the week with an illustration of the fic Let Me Be Enough by writefrompassion on ao3! I'm loving this fic so much (but please mind the tags if you're gonna read it) :DD
Also, thank you so much for the support and the comments yall left! Until next time ✌️
