hiii !! super excited for this. just wanted to ask if it can somehow count within the theme of omega tim drake if he starts as an alpha and somehow transitions into an omega? (by result of a circumstance ahembitching) thank you <33
As long he becomes an Omega at the end, then yeah you can bitch Tim as long you pick one of the prompts for that day :)
Good Boys Deserve Messy Spankings - nursal1060 - DCU [Archive of Our Own]
Summary:
Tim is in heat again, dressed up all nice and pretty as his two alphas care for him and breed him as much as he wants.
Tim worries that his preferences make him less of a male omega, but Dick and Jason make him feel like a man, even in makeup.
Omega Tim Week: Two Alphas Sharing An Omega/Feminization/Crying During S*x/P*ssy Spanking
even though today was the last day, tomorrow you all have a bonus day bc I made a mistake with counting days .
So see this as an early christmas gift :)
The Collection will stay open till the 2/01/2026, bc this month is a busy month for everyone and you all can take your time with it . You can still tag this blog for works on tumblr :)
I had fun and enjoyed the fanfics, next year the Omega Tim Week will come back so stay tuned !
You say the collection will remain open for another month and a half? Because I so wanted to write for this event, just had no writing time that wasn't already taken up this fall.
No promises, but I'm tempted to add something late!
(Otherwise I'll try and keep myself more open for it next year.)
hello ! Don't worry take your time, I try to keep it open as long as possible . I figured some need time bc this is a busy month of the year, look forward to your work !
Next year Omega Tim Week will come back with new prompts, hope to see you there š
even though today was the last day, tomorrow you all have a bonus day bc I made a mistake with counting days .
So see this as an early christmas gift :)
The Collection will stay open till the 2/01/2026, bc this month is a busy month for everyone and you all can take your time with it . You can still tag this blog for works on tumblr :)
I had fun and enjoyed the fanfics, next year the Omega Tim Week will come back so stay tuned !
Written for @omegatimweek2025 day 5, @omegadamiweek2025 day 2, and @timdamiweekofficial day 1
AO3
Fandom: Batman All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationship: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne
Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne
Tags:
omegatimweek2025, omegadamiweek2025, timdamiweek2025, breeding kink, incest kink, pseudo-incest, sex pollen, trapped in a closet, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, nontraditional alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega Tim Drake, omega Damian Wayne, consensual underage sex, talks about consent, no beta we die like Jason Todd, POV Third Person
Summary:
Tim and Damian are currently stuck in a tiny closet in a smuggler's warehouse. It should be easy for Tim to twist himself to pick the lock on the door behind him, except he's been dosed with the sex pollen the smugglers are transporting. The two omegas quickly realize there's only one solution.
A/N:
Shhh, this isn't late what are you talking about.
I really wanted to get this out yesterday so I could say I posted two fics in one day, but alas time was not on my side. I'm still glad I was able finish both fics for this day that I wanted.
I don't know how I feel about this one. It took me a couple tries to finish, and I kind of rushed through the smut itself to get it finished. I don't think it's my best work, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same.
Omega Tim Day 5
Mint: Breeding kink | Soul-mate | Omega keeps coming because of knot
Omega Dami Day 2
Snowed-In: Arranged Marriage | Culture Shock | Incest (kink)
TimDami Day 1
Sex pollen | trapped together
~~~~~
"Drake, this is entirely your fault." Damian snarls into Tim's ear. Tim huffs, ignoring the heat flooding his body in favor of snapping back at the boy.
"My fault? How is this my fault? You're the one who went against orders!"
"Because your orders were inefficient! I found a better solution and acted accordingly."
"Better solution my ass. We wouldn't be in this situation if you had just listened for once in your goddamn life!" Tim shifts slightly in the small space to try and prove his point, only to regret it as even just the friction of his pants sends a spark shooting through him.
Luckily, Damian doesn't notice as he continues. "I will not stoop so low as to listen to the likes of you."
"Listening to me would have prevented this whole fucking-" Tim cuts himself off suddenly, focusing on the sounds of footsteps growing closer to their location. Damian doesn't seem to hear them, the young omega too focused on getting in the last word.
"If I had listened to you, surely we-" Tim rushes to cover Damian's mouth, ignoring the teen's protests as the steps seem to stop near the closet they are currently squished in. He also tries to ignore the heat of the boy's skin through his glove. It's tense, and Damian finally seems to realize the situation as he quiets down to listen. Tim removes his hand when he's sure Damian won't get loud again.
"It looks like they're gone." A muffled voice speaks. There's a sound of agreement from another person.
"Yeah, but knowing those damn bats, they ain't gonna be gone for long. And they're bound to bring reinforcements."
"Tell the boys to pack up and relocate, I want us long gone 'fore they return."
"Where we sendin' everything?"
"Tell 'em to bring the shipment to our 34th street building. It's the most secure one we got."
"Can do." The footsteps split up, one rushing back the way they came and the other continuing where they were going. Tim and Damian remain quiet, even after the echoing steps fade and eventually disappear. Finally, after another few minutes, Tim speaks.
"Well, at least we know where they're taking their supply," he sighs.
"If we hurry up, we will not need to know where they're taking it." Damian growls. "Surely we can catch up to some lowlife thugs."
Tim feels the heat inside of him growing hotter, feels himself starting to grow wet with slick, and knows for certain that won't be the case. But before he can voice any of his thoughts, Damian is trying to squirm towards the door to the closet.
"What are you doing?" Tim doesn't squeak, per-say, but it's a close thing.
"I am trying to exit this godforsaken closet in order to pursue our enemies. So if you could move out of the wayā¦" Damian pushes against Tim to try and squeeze past him, but there's not enough room for him to get by. All he succeeds in doing is pushing himself closer to Tim, causing them to become flush chest to chest. Tim has to hold back a groan at the feeling of someone so close to him. "Drake. Move this instant."
"Don't you think," Tim grits out through the cramps that are starting to pulse through his stomach, "that I would have already if I could?"
"Well then, open the door this instant and let us go."
"It's locked, asshole."
Damian scoffs. "If a mere lock is enough to stop you, you really are not worthy of your titles after all."
"Listen here you little shit-" another cramp pulses through Tim, a gush of slick leaking out of his entrance. Damian narrows his eyes.
"What is wrong with you? Clearly, it is not just the lock preventing you from opening this door."
Tim only groans, curling into himself a bit at the pain. Damian stares at him for another moment before the realization hits.
"Drake? Were you hit with that pollen those goons are shipping?" Damian's frown turns into a glare. "And you dared to trap yourself in such small quarters with me anyway?"
"I didn't realize I'd been hit until we were already in here. I had hoped we'd be able to get out of here quickly so I could take care of it."
"But you do not have the steadiness to pick a lock at the moment, and I cannot reach it properly." Damian concludes. Tim simply nods. Damian seems to think it over for a moment. "The pollen is a simple heat replicator, yes?"
Tim nods again, but instead of continuing his thought process, Damian simply nods his own head and moves his hand. Tim doesn't realize where it's heading until it's too late. He gasps as Damian presses his hand into Tim's crotch through his tights.
"Damian?" Tim sputters. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Damian asks, too casual for someone who is currently grinding their palm into someone's crotch. "If the pollen replicates a heat, then the best way to counteract it enough to leave is for you to ejaculate. I am merely speeding things along."
Tim snatches Damian's hand away. "You can't just touch someone without asking, Damian. It's called consent."
"You were likely to reject my solution. But as it is the best course of action I decided to forgo asking in order to get quicker results."
Tim groans, exasperated. He leans his head back to stare exasperatedly at the ceiling. "Damian, you cannot keep doing that. Especially for something like this. It's bad enough when you do it in the field, but when it comes to something like consent it is not an option to ignore it."
"But-"
Tim cuts off his protest. "Damian. I don't care if it's the 'best course of action' or whatever. You do not ignore consent. Do you understand?" Tim stares him down, trying to convey just how important this lesson is with his expression. Damian stares back, gaze turning uncertain in the heat of Tim's glare.
Finally, he nods.
"Good," Tim sighs. He thinks over their situation for a moment, trying to see if there is anything they can do. Exceptā¦ his brain keeps falling back on Damian's plan. The younger omega is not wrong in his conclusion. Their best bet is likely helping to stave off the heat enough for them to get out of this closet. And it would probably be more efficient if someone else helps.
Tim groans. "Damn it, you're probably right though." As much as he hates to admit it.
Damian looks like he wants to be smug, but is instead a little confused. "What are you saying Drake?"
"I mean, it's probably best to stave off the pseudo-heat, and another person is likely to help tamper it more than if I did it myself."
"Tch. I told you so." Damian snarks, although Tim can see the hesitation in his eyes. They flicker down quickly before looking back up at Tim. Tim wants to give a fond smile, but holds it back lest Damian grow huffy.
"This is me giving my consent, Dami," Tim says softly. "You can touch me. Unless you'd actually rather me do it myself?"
"I can do it," Damian snaps. He still doesn't move. His hesitation is cute, in its own way. When he was in charge, Damian had been full steam ahead, but now that Tim has taken over and brought attention to Damian's actions, the boy is overly cautious.
Tim realizes he still has Damian's wrist in his grasp and decides to make the first move. He leads the hand down to settle where it had been previously. Damian jolts suddenly at the feeling under his palm. Tim's almost certain he's starting to soak through his uniform from the precum of his cocklet alone. If Damian were to reach down further, Tim would probably soak the younger omega's hand in slick even through the fabric.
Damian hesitantly grinds his hand into the bulge of Tim's cocklet, drawing a groan out of him. Growing more confident in his movements, Damian squeezes Tim, playing with his leaking tip through the fabric. Tim can't help the noises that spill from his lips at the feeling. He leans his head to rest on the door behind him to steady himself as Damian continues to stoke him.
"Dami," Tim pants out as the boy reaches below his cocklet to press against his clothed lips. That must give Damian the courage to press his fingers in, simulating pressing in through the tights. "Dami, please."
"What is it you need, Drake?" Damian asks, voice low and husky. Tim is shocked by how hot he finds the sound.
Instead of answering, Tim reaches down to disarm the security of his suit and pull the tights down. It leaves him in his skin tight underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination as the soaked garment clings to his wet cunt.
Damian's breath hitches at the sight. He looks into Tim's eyes, his gaze asking for permission. Tim nods and that's all it takes for the boy to reach his hand underneath the waistband and grab hold of Tim's cocklet. Tim whines until Damian starts moving. And fuck, does Damian know what he's doing. Tim's not sure if it's from being a fellow omega, or from pleasing other omegas before, but Damian knows exactly how to handle Tim to make him see stars from just his cocklet alone.
With the skilled hand and the pollen running through Tim's veins, it's not long before Tim feels himself reaching his peak.
"Dami- fuck, Dami I'm getting close."
"Then what are you waiting for, Drake? Permission? Cum already."
At those words, Tim does. With a moan, Tim feels himself spill into Damian's hand, his slit squirting slick into his underwear at the same time. Damian works him through it, continuing to pump his hand on Tim's cocklet until the first hints of overstimulation start to hit.
"So?" Damian asks as he pulls his hand out of Tim's underwear. He stares at the cum covering the appendage, as opposed to meeting Tim's eyes. "Are you feeling well enough for us to leave now?"
Tim wishes that were the case. Wishes that one orgasm could have staved the continuous heat growing hotter and hotter within him. Instead, another cramp already rushes through him, forcing him to grunt in pain.
"I don'tā¦" another cramp and another grunt, "think that's gonna be enough."
Damian frowns. "What else are we to do then?"
"You're the one who thought your oh-so-flawless plan would work. Surely you can think of something else now that it hasn't?"
Damian growls at the jab, but seems to seriously consider their options. "A heat is meant for breeding, so simulating being bred is likely the best way to satisfy this pollen. Although, seeing how normal ejaculation did not provide any relief, it is also possible that this pollen requires outside pheromones. Considering we cannot remove our scent blockers right now, the best course of action would beā¦" Damian trails off.
Normally, Tim would have been able to follow Damian's thought process without issue. But the pollen is slowly overtaking Tim's own ability to think, and he can't seem to figure out where Damian is going with this.
"What?" He snaps, just before another cramp hits him. The cramps are more frequent and more intense, and Tim wonders what will happen if they don't satisfy this pollen quick enough.
"Timothy." Damian says, and the fog in Tim's head clears slightly at the use of his first name. "Our best course of action would be for me to penetrate you."
Tim's body sings at the prospect, but his head is clear enough for him to recognize exactly what Damian is suggesting. "Dami, you don't have to do that. We could-"
"With all variables involved, there is no guarantee any other solution would work efficiently." Damian snaps. "We don't have the time to test each variable individually. This tests as many possibilities as we can at once with the restraints we have. It is the most efficient solution." Damian pauses for a moment before adding on. "Do I have your consent?"
Tim wants to feel pride at the little bit of growth needed for Damian to ask that, but the circumstances surrounding it stops him. "Damian, I'm more worried about your consent. You don't have to do this just because you think you have to. We'll find another way if this is asking too much. Hell, I'd rather remove our blockers and risk our identities than force you to do this."
"That will be unnecessary." Damian replies decisively. His next words come out after a slight hesitation. "Iā¦ do not mind helping you in this way."
Tim doesn't know how to process that. Not just Damian's words themselves, but the expression he wears as he says them. The boy is avoiding Tim's eyes as a dark blush forms on his cheeks. Tim doesn't recall ever seeing the boy look thisā¦ self-conscious before. Insecure, even.
Tim feels his slit drip fresh slick at the sight of the boy. He knows he needs to tread carefully here though, despite how much he wants to just go with it and ravish the boy in front of him. He takes what little time he can to think over the suggestion carefully, trying to remain objective through the pollen inside of him screaming to let the younger omega breed penetrate him.
There are only so many things the pollen can detect biologically that can also be used as a means of flushing it out. Damian is right that the most likely candidates are pheromones and penetration. But would the pollen really be able to differentiate between an orgasm caused by penetration versus cocklet stimulation? If Tim had to guess, the pollen likely has some sort of ability to bond with pheromones that could help break down the pollen.
There are two ways they can do that. Either take off Damian's scent blockers and risk his identity being exposed, or interacting with Damian's currently unblocked sex pheromones. The second option would also allow them to test the penetration theory, on the off-chance that is actually the real answer.
Logically, Tim knows it's the best solution given their time constraint. Physically, Tim's body is craving that solution as well. But mentallyā¦ Tim is not as opposed to the idea as he knows he should be.
"Ok," he finds himself saying. "If you're absolutely sure, then I suppose it really is our best chance of getting out of here."
The look of absolute happiness that shows for a brief moment on Damian's face catches Tim off guard. But before he can examine it too closely, the expression is gone just as fast as it arrived.
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure," the boy replies instead, his voice carefully even. Tim waits for Damian to take that as an invitation to start doingā¦ something. Instead, the two of them just stand there staring at each other. It seems like just like before, now that Damian has been given explicit permission to do what he said he would, he's gotten cold feet.
Once again, Tim can't help but find the hesitance of the usually headstrong omega adorable. He also knows he's going to have to take charge of this situation if they want to actually get things done.
Tim places a hand gently on Damian's cheek. The boys eyes widen at the contact. "Dami, can I touch you?"
"W-what?" Damian sputters, and Tim has the sudden urge to kiss the shock off of the boy's faceā¦ The thought comes from out of nowhere, and Tim does not have time to unpack it right now. It must be the pollen, he decides before promptly pushing the thought away. "I am not the one who needs assistance here, Drake. Why would you need to touch me?"
Tim smiles fondly at the boy's apparent lack of experience in this department. There goes Tim's theory of Damian touching other omegas before.
"Dami," he states gently, "we need to make sure you're prepared as much as I am." He pauses, before adding, "besides, if we're doing this I want you to enjoy it as much as you can given the circumstances."
"My pleasure is hardly important-" Damian starts and Tim decides fuck it and shuts the boy up. He uses his grip on the boy's cheek to angle their lips to meet. Damian makes a noise of surprise, his eyes widening once more. But he doesn't pull away, doesn't yell or hit Tim like Tim almost expects.
Instead, the boy melts into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically. His hands land on Tim's hips, and Tim doesn't actually mind the touch like he feels he should. As they kiss, Tim moves his free hand lower, pressing a testing palm over Damian's crotch. He's shocked to find the boy's cocklet hard underneath his touch.
He pulls away from the kiss to get a look at the younger omega's face. His eyes are half lidded, and that dark blush has made a return on his cheeks. The sight sends another wave a slick rushing out of Tim. He leans back in, pulling the boy closer to start devouring his mouth.
Tim doesn't waste any more time, moving his hand from Damian's crotch to his waistband. Reaching in, he takes grasp of the cocklet inside. He gives it a few strokes before he realizes something. The cocklet is wet. Far wetter than it should be from pre-cum alone. Reaching behind the cocklet, Tim rubs a finger over Damian's slit and freezes. Its fucking drenched. Perhaps as much as Tim's own is.
He pulls back from the kiss. "Damian, are you sure you weren't hit with the pollen as well?"
"Of course I am!" Damian replies, but he refuses to meet Tim's eyes. It doesn't feel like he's lying, though. More like he's embarrassed by the admission. Embarrassed by the fact that he's this wet despite not being dosedā¦
Tim's eyes widen. "Youā¦ want this, don't you?"
Damian's eyes dart back to Tim's swiftly, not caring to hide the sheer panic in his expression.
"Does the idea of breeding me turn you on this much?" At his words, Damian's breath hitches and Tim knows he's right on the moneyā¦ Not that he has anything to say with the way his walls clench at the thought. He decides to test further by adding, "You want to breed your big brother, Dami?"
Even without the scent of arousal in the air, Tim knows just how much the words affect the younger omega. He feels Damian's slit flutter against his fingers, his cocklet twitch between their bodies, his breath pick up in his chest. And the thing is? Tim can feel himself being just as affected.
"Fuck, Dami," Tim groans, pulling Damian's tights and underwear down in one swift motion. They're now both completely bottomless. The lack of space means they're both still right next to each other, with the leaking tips of their cocklets pressed together between their bodies.
Tim maneuvers himself so that Damian's cocklet is pressed against his folds. He wraps one of his legs around Damian's waist to pull him close.
"Drake, shouldn't we stretch you first?" Damian voice is slightly high pitched at the question.
"I don't need it," Tim replies. And it's only half a lie. Damian's cocklet is not nearly as big as some other things Tim's had inside of him, and the pollen is definitely making him slick enough to ease it in. Even still, Tim probably should stretch himself properly. But between the pollen and the realization of how much Damian wants this, Tim doesn't think he can wait much longer to have the omega inside of him.
Without another word, Tim is pressing closer to Damian, allowing the cocklet to slip inside of him. They both groan low at the feeling. Tim takes control completely, pushing until their hips meet and the cocklet is fully inside of him. Then he starts to move, pulling back as much as he can with the little space he's given before slamming himself back onto the cocklet.
They're both moaning at the feeling, and Tim presses his lips to Damian's to try and quiet the sounds. It's less of a kiss, really, and more of them just panting into each other's mouths as Tim steadily fucks himself onto Damian's cocklet.
"Fuck," Tim whispers into Damian's mouth, "fuck, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last long. I need you to fill me, Dami. Breed me full of your pups."
Damian moans at that, and then he's thrusting his hips in time with Tim. The slick sound of their bodies fills the little closet, and Tim has just enough brain capacity to hope no one can hear them right now.
"Timothy, I'm going to cum," Damian gets out, and the sound of Damian saying his first name is what does it for him. Tim is cumming with a low groan, his hips stuttering and his walls clenching deliciously down onto the cocklet inside.
Damian takes control then, continuing his thrusts even as Tim's climax overtakes him and he halts his own movement. Tim lets it happen, lets Damian continue to fuck into his cunt with great enthusiasm. The pollen and overstimulation has Tim cumming again before he's even come down from the last one. It's that that has Damian cumming as well.
The feeling of Damian's cum, as little as it is, is indescribable. Tim wants to say that's just the pollen running it's course, finally easing the heat that's been burning inside of him, but he knows that would be a lie. No, it's the fact that it's Damian, his little brother's cum that has him moaning at the feeling of it seeping deep inside of him.
Damian doesn't pull away immediately, instead laying his head on Tim's shoulder without care. Tim reaches a hand up to card through the boy's hair.
"You good, Dami?"
"Of course," Damian huffs, but it lacks any real bite. "The real question is, how are you feeling?"
"It definitely worked. Not sure which part, but I can feel the pollen's effects fading."
"That'sā¦ sufficient, I suppose," Damian responds, his voice carefully neutral.
"You know we're going to have to talk about this, right?"
Damian huffs, "perhaps that can wait until after we are out of the smuggler's closet?"
Tim snorts, "Fair enough. Let me see if I can get this lock now."
~~~~~
End notes:
Why does this building have a closet this small? For porn reasons, obviously. Don't look too closely into it, geez.
Also don't mind Tim's scientific rambles in the middle of the scene. Chalk it up to him being a nerd, ig.
Like I said, I don't really know how I feel about this or really what to say, so I won't keep talking.
I will say that while I have ideas, I don't have any more fics that I've started for these three weeks. So, if I end up posting anything else this week, Yay! If not, oh well.
If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk. I may not respond, but know I read and appreciate every single one.
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Fandom: Batman All Media Types
Rating: Teen
Warnings: N/A
Relationship: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake
Tags:
omegatimweek, soulmates, alternate universe - soulmates, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega Tim Drake, alpha Jason Todd, internalized misogyny, but like omegaverse flavored, Canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, canon typical violence, Jason Todd is red Hood, Tim Drake is Robin, no beta we die like Jason Todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person
Summary:
Tim Drake is not allowed to be weak. Yet that's all he feels when he discovers that Jason Todd is his soulmate.
A/N:
Have another soulmate AU. Don't know what else to say other than I hope y'all enjoy.
Omega Tim Day 5:
Mint: Breeding kink | Soul-mate | Omega keeps coming because of knot
~~~~~
Tim Drake is not weak. Or, more accurately, Tim Drake is not allowed to be weak. As Jack and Janet Drake's only child, Tim must portray himself as a strong heir who is capable of running Drake Industries once he turns eighteen. He must be fierce, and stubborn, and ruthless and so many other things his parents have repeatedly lectured him on growing up.
To put it how society sees it: Tim Drake must be an alpha.
There's a slight issue with this. Tim is not, in fact, an alpha. Not many people know this, hell, Tim is fairly certain his own parents don't even know. But it doesn't end there. Not only is Tim not an alpha, but he's also not a beta, or even just unpresented. No, Tim is an omega. Someone who society often looks down upon, someone who society sees as weak.
And if there's one thing Tim has learned in his life, it's that he is not allowed to be weak.
When Tim first presents, he is alone. Of course, Tim is used to being alone. But Tim is alone during his first heat, and all subsequent heats, and he has a feeling that will always be the case. Tim is not allowed to be weak. Tim must present himself as strong. Tim must present himself as alpha.
So Tim buys scent blockers, claims it's to hide his overwhelming alpha scent, and goes about his life. He learns to be fierce, stubborn, ruthless and every other trait an alpha leader needs to be. He fools everyone around him. And, after becoming Robin, he even fools Batman himself. He lets everyone believe he is strong and he makes sure there's a reason to believe it.
Tim Drake is strong. He's had to forge himself that way.
But sometimes, despite his best efforts, he's still not strong enough.
Times like now, where Tim is bruised and battered on the floor of Titan's Tower, unable to get up quick enough to avoid another kick to the stomach.
"Do you think you're that good now?" The alpha above him (Jason, Tim's brain oh so helpfully reminds him. That's Robin) is saying. "Do you really, Tim?"
And Tim replies the way he's been taught, the way that shows no weakness, shows that he refuses to go down. "Yes."
Jason snarls, his minty scent biting Tim's senses with the overwhelming anger hate betrayal hurt it holds. There's something else there, something almost like protection, but Tim blows it off. It's not like Jason is trying to protect him, so it doesn't matter in this moment.
Jason snatches the front of Tim's uniform, the rip of the fabric echoing loudly in the room. The Robin "R" has been ripped off, leaving behind a hole that displays the compression shirt Tim wears underneath.
"You're weak." Jason spits, tossing the fabric to the side as if it means nothing. And it doesn't, not right now. Tim's too busy focusing on Jason's words, the words he's fought to disprove his whole life. "You're weak, and I defeated you. Imagine if someone with lessā¦ mercy were in my shoes."
This sure doesn't feel like mercy, Tim can't help but think, despite knowing that it could be worse. He could be dead. Instead, he's merely a bit bruised and cut up, but not nearly enough to cripple him for any significant amount of time.
Tim snarls, not letting Jason think he's given up. "If you're not going to kill me, then what do you want?"
Jason laughs. It's not a kind laugh. "Oh, little bird, I want a lot of things." He leans closer to Tim, crouching down to meet his eyes. Well, meet his eyes through the masks at least. It seems like Jason has this same thought, because he's suddenly rummaging through his pockets and pulling out solvent for the domino masks.
Tim doesn't fight it as Jason takes his mask off. It's not like Jason doesn't know who he is at this point. There's no real reason to stop him. And Tim needs to save his energy for when he gets an opening to get away.
After Jason gets Tim's off, he moves to his own. It doesn't take long, and he's speaking before he even has it all the way off his face.
"But what I want most, is-" Jason cuts himself off as his unobstructed gaze meets Tim's for the first time. Tim feels a chill run down his spine as he stares into the blue-green eyes of his idol. Noā¦ it's not just a chill. It's something else entirely. Something Tim's never felt before in his life.
Jason seems to feel it as well. "What the fuck?"
"Soulmates." Tim can't help the whisper that escapes his lips as he continues staring into those gorgeous eyes. Soulmates. It's the only explanation to the heat that Tim can feel crawling under his skin, to the fire that lights up every nerve in his body.
Tim might as well have screamed the word with the way Jason flinches at it. "No. There's no fucking way you're my soulmate." He growls.
Jason's scent seems to differ, as it slowly moves from anger hate into interest want protect soulmate mine. Tim's not sure what his own scent would say, considering he's still wearing his blockers, just as he has since the moment he presented.
"I refuse to believe the fucking replacement is my soulmate," Jason continues. "I'm not even interested in alphas. This must be some fucked up joke."
Every filter in Tim's head is failing with the knowledge that Jason Todd is Tim's soulmate. Which means there's nothing to stop his next words from tumbling out of his mouth. "I'm not an alpha."
Jason's eyes widen slightly before narrowing in confusion and disbelief. "That's not what every source I've seen seems to say."
"Yeah, well, the public sees what I want them to." Tim hesitates a moment before reaching up to the scent blockers on his neck. Is he really doing this? Nobody, not even Bruce, knows what his scent is, knows he's not the alpha he pretends to be. But, Jason is his soulmate. He deserves to know.
And so, with only a little more hesitation, Tim pulls the patch off, allowing his sweet chocolate-coffee scent to fill the room. Tim's not at all surprised at the want love protect mine that comes intermingled with it. He's certain that would all be present even if Jason wasn't his soulmate. Jason was his Robin, after all. Soulmate or not.
Jason's eyes widen once more, but this time they stay that way as he takes in the scent revealed to him. Tim can see the gears turning in the man's head, can only imagine what he's thinking about all this.
"Fuck," Jason finally says, leaning down closer to Tim. He places his nose in the crook of Tim's neck and takes a deep breath in. "Fuck, Tim. You smell so good. Why would you hide this?"
"I'm not weak," is the only thing Tim can think to say, a muscle memory response if anything. Everything else is mush in the wake of Jason's hot breath on his neck. Jason lets out a snort, and Tim shivers at the feeling.
"You're not weak," Jason repeats, keeping his face hidden in Tim's neck as he goes on, "and I wasn't strong enough. What a fucking match we are."
"Jasonā¦" Tim doesn't really know what to say to that. Doesn't know how to vocalize that Jason's death wasn't his own fault, that it doesn't mean he's weak. Jason cuts in before he can continue.
"It's fine, baby bird." Jason finally pulls away to look at Tim's face. "I don't have to be strong to be an alpha. Just like being an omega doesn't make you weak."
It's Tim's turn to widen his eyes. Sure, he knows that being an omega doesn't really make someone weak. But after years of hearing that rhetoric thrown at him constantly, hearing someone tell Tim to his face that it's wrong causes something to crack a little inside of him.
Tim tries to distract them both from the tears forming in his eyes with a joke. "Weren't you the one calling me weak not ten minutes ago?"
Jason barely takes the bait. "A lot of things have changed since then." Jason runs his fingers through Tim's hair, and Tim can't help as he involuntarily leans into the touch. "Speaking of, I think we should get you patched up, don't you agree?"
Tim lets out an unconscious keen as Jason moves to take his hand away. Jason chuckles slightly as he instead carefully picks Tim up bridal style.
"How could I ever possibly have wanted to hurt you," Jason whispers, placing a small kiss on Tim's forehead, "when you're this adorable?"
Tim doesn't respond, choosing to curl in closer to Jason's chest. The heat of the soulbond still burns through Tim, and he knows they're going to have to talk about that sooner or later. But for now, he's content to just let Jason carry him off to the med-bay.
~~~~~
Jason's done a lot of bad things in his life. Made a lot of mistakes. But he's pretty sure this takes the fucking cake. Because he just beat up a kid. Even worse, he just beat up a kid who also just so happens to be his goddamn soulmate.
His soulmate, who felt he had to hide his omega status from the world. His reasoning? I'm not weak. The boy's words continue to echo in Jason's head. Despite what Jason said before, he never really thought that about the kid. Tim is strong, both in will and in muscle. Jason had never once thought to question the reports he found while researching him that claimed he's an alpha. It made sense, in Jason's head. Made sense that Bruce had picked up the first goddamn black-haired blue-eyed alpha he saw and put him in a dead boy's clothes.
Jason knows he can't take back what he's already done to the omega, but he can do the next best thing. He brings him into the Tower's med-bay and lays him down on one of the cots. He works quickly, pulling out the bruise cream and bandages and antibiotics and anything else he thinks he'll need to help Tim. He's so glad he didn't go as far as he wanted with him. Glad their discovery stopped him from hurting his soulmate any more than he already did.
It doesn't take long to get Tim cleaned up and wrapped. Once the last bandage is in place, there's nothing left to keep Jason distracted from the silence that's fallen over them since Jason first picked the boy up.
Jason can feel Tim's gaze boring into him as he begins pacing around the medbay with the excuse of cleaning up, nevermind the fact that everything is already back in its proper place and all trash has been disposed of.
"Jason." Tim finally says. Jason halts in his movements, but doesn't turn to look at the other. He can't see him, but he can smell the emotions starting to creep into the boy's scent. Anxiety rejection sad please mine mourning love. They're all over the place, and Jason's having trouble figuring out what they all mean.
Jason sighs. "Yeah?"
"Can you look at me?" His voice is just as pleading as his scent. Jason takes a deep breath before turning. He meets the eyes of his soulmate once more.
Tim's eyes are indescribable. They're an icy blue, cold at first glance but filled with a hidden spark the deeper you look. They're the eyes of someone who's spent so long hiding who they are in order to be what everyone wants them to be. Jason longs to melt away the icy exterior and show the world how strong Tim is even without the crutch of an alpha label.
Jason feels a jolt run through him, the same one he felt the first time they locked eyes without their masks. It's just as electrifying as before, lightning traveling throughout his body and activating every nerve he has as he holds eye contact. There's no mistaking the feeling. Tim is his soulmate. And honestly, Jason is already starting to see why.
Jason closes his eyes and lets out another deep sigh. He makes his way over to Tim. Slouching onto the cot, Jason brings one foot up so he can turn and face the other. Tim's still staring at him, his eyes calculating as he watches Jason's every movement.
"So what does this mean?" Jason asks.
"Well, what do you want it to mean?" Tim asks cautiously.
"I don't fucking know," Jason throws his hands in the air in exasperation. "I came here looking to teach you a lesson, and instead I ended up with a fucking soulmate. Excuse me for not knowing how to proceed from here."
"Why exactly did you want to hurt me?"
Jason groans at the question. "The point wasn't to hurt you."
Tim scoffs disbelievingly, and well, fair.
"It wasn't. I wanted to teach you and Bruce a lesson, and hurting you was just a means to the end."
"And what lesson was that, exactly?"
"No more dead Robins." Jason says it without missing a beat. It's a mantra he's repeated to himself over and over again. It's the one part of his plan he still believes wholeheartedly, despite this little detour. "I wanted you both to see what exactly happens when someone gets put into those scaly pants."
"I wouldn't have stopped." Tim replies, resolute. "No matter what you tried."
"Yeah, I think I can see that." Jason smirks. "'You're not weak', right."
Tim flinches, and that's not the reaction Jason had been hoping for. Before he can apologize, though, Tim speaks. "I'm sorry."
Jason blinks. "What the hell are you sorry for?"
Tim shrinks into himself a little. "Sorry for lying and making you think I'm an alpha."
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, kid. It's not like it was personal." Jason blows out some air. "Besides, I get it. Just like omegas are made out to be weak and whatnot, alphas are made out to be some macho ass bastards who aren't allowed to show emotions. It gets hard trying to live up to those expectations."
Tim lets out a little snort. It's kind of adorable. "That doesn't sound like you at all."
Jason raises an eyebrow. "Do I need to remind you who I am? Red Hood? Cold blooded killer? Ring any bells?"
"You show so many emotions." Tim states and it throws Jason off. "You always have. Sure, you've been showing more anger as the Red Hood, but that's not all you are. I've seen you, Jason. When you were Robin, I saw you as you wore your heart on your sleeve."
"I'm not that kid anymore." Jason cuts in.
"Maybe not," Tim concedes, "but you can't tell me you don't feel anything anymore. I've seen how Red Hood treats the alley kids and street workers. I don't think you've changed as much as you think you have."
Jason stays quiet at that, and Tim takes the moment to hesitantly scoot closer to him. Their knees brush, and Jason doesn't pull away. Tim takes that as an invitation to lean into Jason's side.
"You were my Robin," Tim states softly, low enough that Jason has to strain to hear it. "Sure, Dick was my hero, but you were the Robin I watched. I saw you at your best, and at your worst, and I loved you through it all." Jason's breath hitches at the confession. "You're still that same boy, Jason. Strong willed, determined, empathetic. And I'm so glad that I get to have you as my soulmate."
Jason doesn't know how to respond to that. So he doesn't. Instead, he reaches his arm up to bring it around Tim's shoulder and pull the boy even closer to him.
~~~~~
End note:
Have another case of "this was supposed to be a smut fic but then feelings got in the way and I decided to leave it as is". (I had originally wanted to include every prompt for today) I'm not even gonna bother promising to possibly write a smutty continuation because I haven't yet for any of the other fics I've done this with, lol.
Can you tell I have a thing for soulmate aus where the soulmates are people who have a list a mile long on why they shouldn't be together.
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