An Unspoken Favor
Fandom: Batman Ship: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson Warning and Rating: Chose Not To Warn, Explicit Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Secret Omega, Omega Drop, Forced Proximity, Sexual Content Summary:
Detective Dick Grayson asks the alleged Mob Boss Slade Wilson down to the station to answer some questions about the disappearance of Bruce Wayne's son Jason Todd. When the power goes out, Dick's secret is close to being discovered. *Note: Dick is working in Gotham bc I don't know Blud's commissioner and I like Gordon
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Detective Dick Grayson wasn't surprised when he got a call back from whatever burner Mr. Slade Wilson was using. It was a quick call to inform him he would comply with coming in to answer questions. Out of everyone in the precinct, Slade seemed to ease up the most around him, probably why Gordan assigned him any case involving the man. Dick sat at his desk, going over his notes and evidence to find any other possible lead. The only one so far was Slade. He was within the vicinity of the place Jason was last seen. It would make it easier if it was Slade. All he would have to do is plead with the alpha to let his brother go and there was an 80% chance he might, just for him. Over the years of chasing each other across state lines and forced to work together on a few occasions, Dick was pretty sure they held a mutual respect for each other. He was almost sure Slade had nothing to do with Jason's disappearance, still a ball of disappointment has been growing since hearing Slade's name be brought up in connection with this case.
"Detective Grayson, your visitor's in interrogation room 4," Gordan says while walking past, throwing a file on Dick's partner's desk, "make it quick we only got 12 more hours of possibly finding the kid alive."
Dick covers his flinch with a cough. Gordan is the only one that knows Jason is his little brother, but in order to take the case he promised he would treat it like any other. No matter how much he wanted to scream at his commanding officer for insinuating his little brother could be dead.
"Right on it Captain," he says, getting up and heading to the row of interrogation rooms. It's been a few months since the new doors were installed. Courtesy of Wayne Tech, new doors that swish open like something off of Star Trek.
Walking through, the sight he came to was Slade leaning one of the metal chairs onto it's two back legs and a heel up on the table. Typical alphaspreading, making his musk fill the room, dominating it. Dick rolls his shoulders, trying to release the itchy warmth in his belly that took hold upon taking a whiff of the alpha.
"I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to answer some questions," Dick says in lieu of saying 'thank you'. Slade has always reacted nicer when it seems like Dick owed him a favor rather than cashing one in.
"Anything for you little bird," Dick has to stop the shiver than wants to take hold each time Slade calls him that. Ever since Slade learned he was a trapeze artist in his youth, The Robin, he's used that nickname instead of Grayson anymore.
"A-are you able to tell me why you were on Park Row two nights ago?" Dick asks, sitting across from the alpha. Slade lets his foot fall to the ground and leans his elbows on the table. His piercing eye making Dick want to shiver.
"I was taking out some trash," he smirks and Dick remembers the body found in the abandoned theater. A human trafficker dismembered with their knot burnt off. It's not his case though, so he's not going to mention it to the detective in charge of that particular case. But it tells Dick enough that Slade didn't do it and that small bit of disappointment dissipates.
"Did you happen to see-" Is as far as Dick gets out of his next question when there's an explosion that rocks the building and the lights turn off.
"That wasn't me, I told my guys I'm here willingly," Slade's voice rings in the darkness.
"One second, I'll find out whats going on," Dick knows this place like the back of his hand, he's able to find the door without much hassle. It's the getting it open that's the problem.
"Fuck someone cut the backup power for the doors," Dick curses, giggling the emergency latch a few times and gives up. He finds his way back and sits back down after feeling for the metal in the dark.
"You don't have snacks in here, do you?"
Dick glares at where the smart ass voice seems to be coming from and growls, "no," before taking a breath, "but we can continue the questions-"
"I don't know, I feel like this is under duress now," Dick can hear the fucking smirk in the words.
"Without the backup power the cameras won't be working. Whatever you say now we can't use against you, not even if you admitted to murder two nights ago."
"Alright I'll bite," Slade says, a slight screech and a whiff of alpha musk signals to Dick that he's leaning in his chair again.
"Did you see anyone coming from Madison Street with a possible pup in tow around ten pm? Black hair, blue eyes, red hoodie."
"No I didn't, but I did see a black van drive by around then," Slade cooperates, a shift of clothing signalling that he shrugged "but didn't seem important to me so I didn't catch the licenses plate. But shouldn't there be CCTV that tells you that?"
"Park Row cameras haven't worked in a few weeks," Dick complains. He's pretty sure it has something to do with the recent Scarecrow attacks.
Slade hums, "so someone used that to kidnap Wayne's pup huh?"
"I don'-" Dick tries to deny, it's not public knowledge Jason is missing yet.
"I have ears everywhere, probably found out the kid was taken before the police did. I can assure you, it wasn't me or my men. But," Slade says, "I can help."
"And why would you?" Dick asks, as if he doesn't know the answer. Because it's his case.
"Just means you owe me another favor," the smirk is heard loud and clear. Dick called in a favor to bring Slade in today, and the alpha probably can deduce this case is important.
“I can’t do anymore favors Slade, my partner is getting suspicious as it is,” Dick sighs. He didn’t peg himself as the kind of cop that does this. Making deals with known killers, but it gets worse people behind bars and that’s what matters to him. But with all the brass breathing down his neck for this case, and his own dad, he can’t use Slade’s services. No matter how much he wants to.
“Then sorry kid," Slade sighs, "that’s all I got for ya." There's an air of finality to his words that sours something in Dick's gut.
Dick sighs as he leans back in his chair. So much for his only lead. They both leave the darkness to silence.
Dick doesn’t know how long they’ve been in there but he can tell its been an hour or so when he starts feeling a little uncomfortable in his skin. Bouncing his leg, he tries to ignore the feeling of boredom. It’s then he focuses on the feeling of heat pooling in his belly and wetness build up in his lap. Dick has a horrible realization. He missed his suppressor dose.
He squeezes his legs shut, hoping to god he’s abused suppressants enough that he got the side affect that neutralizes the scent of his slick. It’s been years since his last heat, surely he has to of had that one right?
“Little bird?” Slade's voice comes out softer than it usually does, it feels like a pillow Dick want's to sink in to.
“Y-Yeah?” Dick grounds out, trying to ignore the cramp that wrecked through him upon hearing the alpha’s voice.
“Little bird, is that you that I’m smelling?” Alpha worry permeates the room, filling Dick's senses with it. He can feel more slick ooze out in response. He evidently did not get the side effect he had hoped for.
“Slade, I need you to stop talking," Dick asks, trying his best not to sound like he's pleading.
“Hey I’m not the one who-”
“Shut up!” Dick hisses but then moans as another wave of warmth spreads from his naval and produces even more slick. If it wasn't for the darkness, Slade would see how red Dick was from the embarrassment. Know even simple words from the alpha could cause this reaction has him filling up with shame. He's trained himself better than to submit to pretty words.
Dick flinches back as a voice is right in his ear, but fingers in his hair stop him short, “am I affecting you little bird?”
“Sl-Slade stop-” Dick starts to whine, but is cut off by his own gasp as he feels a hand slide onto his thigh. His legs part involuntarily. The hand holds firm when he tries to close them again.
“Is this why you denied me at the cabin?” Slade asks, before he starts mouthing at Dick’s neck. The cabin, Dick remembers it vividly. They were trapped in a cabin for a few days by the snow. Dick thankfully had his suppressors on him the time. He and Slade almost…but Dick stopped it before it went further than some sloppy kissing. But he knew then as he does now, Slade doesn't see a future here.
“Slade,” Dick sounded breathless to himself, “st-stop, pl-please, don’t tease m-” he moaned as the hand on his thigh suddenly moved to rub him through his pants, somehow finding the fold through them. Fingers swipe over the little bump of nerves at the top. Dick whines as the hand leaves, his pants suddenly feel cold.
“Always knew you were hiding something from me, something you thought shameful,” Slade says, undoing Dick’s belt one handed. “I just thought it was the hots for me,” Dick feels more than hears the zipper of his pants being undone. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. No," lips are on his neck, sucking and then nipping before they are back to his ear, "now I know it’s because you’ve been waiting for the right alpha to help you feel comfortable in your omega body. Isn’t it little bird?” His hand slipped into the waist band of Dick’s…lace panties. Dick doesn't wear them often, and regrets putting them on now.
Slade's hand stops to rub the fabric between his fingers, “and looks like I was right.”
Dick is sure he's even redder now than he was a few seconds ago, "Slade, I-I can't—” he starts to protest but lips on his cut him off.
“The cameras are down,” Slade's hand stops fiddling with the lace and Dick gasps as he feels warm skin travel below the waist band. "And with this darkness, if anyone was in the other room,” a finger slipped inside, pulling on the taunt muscle, “they wouldn’t be able to see a thing." The fingers in his hair roughly pull his head to the side, forcing him into a submission pose.
"If you don’t get a knot in ya soon boy,” a second finger joined the first. Dick can't help but gasp again. He tries clutching Slade’s wrist that's plunged in his pants, but it's like a rock and doesn't budge. “You’re gonna stink up the whole precinct. Can’t find your brother while in jail for fraud can ya?”
“How—” Dick tries to question, was cut off by a moan. Slade shouldn't know that, hell most og Gotham believes Jason's an only child. Dick can't think of how Slade could possibly know, his mind to focused on Slade slowly pumping his hand in him. It feels so different from when he would try to do it.
“I know everything about you,” his other hand let go of Dick’s hair to dip below his collar, brushing his scent glad, “At least I thought I did. Did Daddy’s money hide this too?”
Dick jumped slightly in the chair as Slade’s fingers brushed that spot inside him that made his toes curl inside his police regulation shoes. He screwed his eyes shut, even in this darkness, and took some deep breaths, doing his best to ignore the continuous pumping fingers. He needs to think straight, before heat brain takes over. Slade was right, he can’t walk out of here smelling like this. The only thing that would calm down his heat scent long enough and keep his conscious present until the next wave, would be an alpha's knot.
"Okay," Dick says, "do it."
“And what is it you want me to do little bird?” Slade asks, putting slight pressure on the spot that had Dick jumping in the chair and slick rush out over the fingers inside him.
Dick drops his head, chin to his shoulder, truly submitting, “knot me,” he yields. The next thing Dick knows is he’s face down, chest to the table and his pants and panties pulled down to his thighs, all while the fingers inside him haven’t left...or stopped.
The cold metal is a relief, at least until Slade inserts another finger and starts fucking him with earnest. Other then his own breathing, Dick can hear the obscene noises of the squelch of his own slick.
“God you’re so tight but so wet what the fuck?” Slade says, spreading the detective’s legs apart with his own. He smiles at the whine he receives as the omega tries desperately to close his legs. All he does is make more pressure causing more slick gush out of himself.
“You’re too tight to fuck little bird,” Slade says, his tone apologetic as he strokes the side of Dick’s thigh, “that’s a side effect not many doctors tell omegas about suppressors unfortunately. Apparently thinks their alpha partners would enjoy the ‘return to virgincy’.”
Dick jumps at feeling another finger be added, “of course,” Slade continues, “I think it’s just as barbaric as the ‘alpha stitch’. I mean who would want to spend all that time forming something to their liking only to have to start over?”
“Sla-ade,” Dick whines, his nerves pulsing as another wave of slick drips over the fingers that have spend up, “kn-knot, please.”
“Sorry little bird, you aren’t ready yet. Anything but my fingers right now you’d bleed out all over the floor. Gotta loosen you up before you can take all of me sweetheart," Slade says, kissing the back of Dick's neck. He whines before hiding his face in his elbows. The heat inside kept growing and growing. He squeezed his eyes shut as they started to water and he tried to calm the quivering of his legs.
“Jeez kid you’re acting like it’s your first time,” Slade teases and gets a pitched whine in response, “oh it is, isn’t it little bird?”
When he doesn’t get an answer back he stills his hand, smirking at the way the omega clenches around them and pathetically tries to hump himself onto them. Dick whines when the fingers don't continue.
“I need you to tell me little bird. Am I your first?”
“Yes,” he says, breathless before being spun around onto his back.
“You should have started out with that,” Slade whispers above him, his breath on Dick’s lips before it disappears. Dick doesn’t know where he went. The only thing that tells him Slade is still in the room with him is the fingers in his cunt that started up again, but this time slow but deeper too. Dick's breaths become shallow, and feels like something big is about to happen, but all too soon the fingers leave.
Dick whines at the loss of warmth, the loss of the proof that he isn’t alone. He can feel himself flexing around air, wanting something inside him again. It's a strange new feeling and he doesn't know if he likes it. He doesn’t have to wait long, when something small but wet enters him. It moves in strange directions and isn’t ridged like Slade’s fingers were.
Dick cautiously reaches with his hand and feels hair and a scalp. Slade head is between his legs, but he doesn’t understand what’s inside him until he feels hands on each underside of his thighs, pulling them further apart.
“W-Why are y-you—” a moan is ripped out of him as the tongue starts constantly punching that sponge of nerves over and over again. Slade hums as Dick’s hand tightens in his hair, causing Dick’s body to pulse again.
Alphas typically don’t degrade themselves to putting their mouths on an omega like this. It’s considered unhygienic, and only something an omega does for their alpha. To be on your knees and put your mouth down there, it’s practically submitting. Why would Slade—
Dick’s thoughts white out and his entire body convulses, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. He doesn’t know how long before he comes back to the moment but he feels Slade’s breath on his face again, and while Dick's hand is still in his hair. A hand gently grabs his wrist and lays it above his head.
“What I would give to see your face as you let go, I bet it was beautiful,” Slade whispers, “to see the face of an omega during their first orgasm, it’s truly a sight to behold.”
There’s a hand on the side of Dick’s face, a thumb that’s rubbing his check and pulls his lip from between his teeth, “don’t silence yourself. Let me hear you. God I bet you’re a glorious sight,” Slade started, as he slowly pushed in his cock, “how I wish to see how you would look on your first knot. My knot.
Dick tried to use his elbows to pull himself away from the intrusion that started poking in his entrance but was stopped by the hands on his hips, “no no sweetheart. You need this, remember?”
Dick whines as more is pushed in, shaking his head, “n-no. No I c-can’t. Feels…too bi-i-ig,” he cries. It hurts, there's a pressure that that he doesn't like, he wants it to stop.
“I know baby, I know, but you can do it,” Slade praises, leaning his forehead on Dick's. Dick whines again.
“I can’t,” Dick pleads, “please Slade, stop, I can’t.”
“Yes you can,” Slade says with a touch of force, “do you know how I know?”
Dick shakes his head before whining again.
“Because you’re my omega, and my omega can always take me.”
"But—"
"You are my omega, and my omega can take whatever I give him," Slade growls, hands squeezing Dick's hips, causing a pained whine. "Say it."
"I'm your omega," Dick says, tears streaming down his face, "and I can take whatever you give me."
"Good baby, good," Slade praises. Dick doesn't know if it was the praise or the final internal pop of Slade's cock being completely seated, but warmth spreads through his nerves. Slade is so big, so filling. It's a strange sensation, having something bulky inside him, and he can feel a dull throb of pain. It doubles when he feels the intrusion start to pull out.
“Please wait,” Dick pleads, “just…just a second, please Alpha?” He doesn’t get an answer but his alpha has stopped working his way out. He feels a thumb rub circles on his hip.
“Okay little bird,” His alpha agrees, before leaning down and stealing a kiss from the omega. Dick hums into it as his alpha starts slow rotations of his hips. He’s not pulling out, but it still pulls in places, making Dick flinch slightly and whine. He whines again when his small omega cock is grasped in a palm. A thumb works its way between his lips, putting pressure on his teeth and tongue, forcing his mouth open. Dick had hear his own heaving breathing like an echo in the darkness.
“Don’t be quiet,” His alpha instructs before pumping the hand on his omega cocklet. Moans fill the room, and it takes a bit for Dick to realize it’s him making them. He’s never heard himself before, after all he always tried to stay silent, not wanting to be heard at the manor.
The hand starts pumping faster, and suddenly can feel his body squeezing around the alpha, and it makes the intrusion feel so much bigger. And then it starts moving, and Dick can’t hold back the scream that travels from somewhere inside him. All he can feel is the alpha surrounding him, the metal at his back, and the cock that’s slowly inflating and its overwhelming. He tries to push at the firm fabric in front of him, and tries to whine that it’s too much, but with the thumb in his mouth it comes out garbled.
The palm on his cock does leave, as does the one on his face. He feels the return of a bruising grip on his hips before his butt is lifted off the table. He can’t hold back the second screamed moan as the cock in him starts slamming into his faster, somehow always finding the spot that makes him tremble.
“Alpha,” Dick cries, pleading, tears welling again, “alpha.”
“Tell me what you need my omega,” his alpha asks while not slowing down, “what does my omega need?”
“Alpha,” Dick pleads again, trying to pull his alpha to him by grabbing the fabric on his chest, “alpha!”
Finally his alpha gives him what he wants, smashing his lips on Dick’s. Dick moves his fingers from where they were twisted in his alpha’s shirt to twist in his alpha’s hair instead.
Dick whines when he feels the catching of his alpha’s knot, and wraps his legs around him, pulling him closer, he wants his alpha closer.
“Easy little bird, I’m not going anywhere,” his alpha chuckles softly before nibbling at the edge of his bonding gland.
Dick feels his back start to left from the table, his breath become shorter. He…he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s scrambling at his alpha’s chest, but his alpha pins his wrists above his head.
“It’s okay, just feel it little bird.”
Dick’s body feels warm all over, his entire body tensing. He can feel his heartbeat pulse around his alpha’s growing knot when suddenly everything goes away, like a dull ache.
“—utiful. Absolutely beautiful,” Slade’s voice slowly comes into Dick’s consciousness. He hums in question but turns into a moan when he tries to look at where Slade's voice is. There was a knot inside him, and Dick realizes what happened.
“Don’t worry, typically goes down quickly, as long as you don’t squeeze my knot too much,” Slade chuckles, “of course that’s if you can resist wanting more.”
Dick huffs at Slade’s ego, “we only did this so I wouldn’t lose my job. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself little bird, we both know the truth.”
It’s ten hours later when Jason is dropped off at the precinct, a little worse for wear, not his first kidnapping, but sure was the longest. He watched the black van that dropped him off speed away. He looks around but doesn’t see anyone outside so heads to the front doors.
“—ason? Jason!” He turns and sees his older brother sprint to him from his desk in the back. First thing he notices is the dark lines under Dick’s eyes. One thing he hates most about being adopted is he has an older brother to worry about him. It’s weird to have someone worry over him after years of being ignored by his birth parents.
Dick picks him up and hugs him, and Jason returns it, trying to ignore the tears welling. Yeah, absolutely the worst having someone worry over him, to care if he made it home.
Something brings Jason out from his thoughts, a smell coming from his brother. It smells, similar. Smells…smells like the masked man that just dropped him off. It's faint, layered under soap, but still there.
Dick pulls him away to start looking him over, “what happened? Who took you? How’d you get here? What—”
“An alpha saved me,” Jason says, “he was wearing orange and black armor,” he says, batting at Dick’s hands. He looks around the room and even though it seems everyone is ignoring them, he leans forward closely.
"Dick," Jason asks, remembering what the alpha said, "what did you do?"
"What? Jason, I don't—"
"He said that you owe him two favors now?" Jason hissed lowly, "why do you owe some creepy alpha anything?"
"Not something for you to worry about okay," Dick demands quietly, and then sees Gordon walking up to them, "we'll continue this later."
Jason huffs but doesn't continue.
