Baby Jason gets into a fight at school, but he calls Dick to come pick him up because he doesn’t want Alfred or Bruce to know and throw him out
tip that this is platonic, no-sex, abo for those of you who prefer not to read it! I’ll put the fic under cut even if it’s not long for you guys ^^
Walking down the halls of Gotham Academy slaps Dick across the face with nostalgia. He feels like a kid again, heading to the dean’s office because he got in a fight with some other kids because they called him and his family gypsy trash again.
But he’s not here for himself, he remembers as he steps into the office and is greeted with the scents of frustrated pup and irritated alpha. He’s here for Jason.
“Mr. Grayson,” the dean greets cooly, glaring at him through her rectangular-framed glasses. “Please, have a seat.”
Dick nods and sits down next to Jason, the kid’s scent flashing with surprise he tries to mask. He didn’t think Dick would show up, did he?
Dick didn’t think he’d show up either.
“Hey, Jason,” he greets, placing a hand on his little brother’s shoulder and looking at him. “Got held up in traffic.”
Jason blinks. “Uh. S’okay, Dickie.”
Nodding once, Dick turns to the dean again, and says, “I understand I’m here to pick my brother up because he got in a fight?”
“You’re correct.”
Again, Dick nods, fighting down the irritation he can feel rising in his chest. He’s an omega, and that’s the only reason he isn’t getting the whole story already. An alpha would have been informed and out the door by this point. Dick has to pry information away from the dean’s hands if he wants to know anything.
He looks back to Jason, asks the alpha pup, “What happened?”
“Mr. Grayson, I don’t think–”
Dick glares sharply over at the dean, effectively shutting her up. “I was asking my brother a question, ma’am, and I’d appreciate it if you’d let him answer.”
They glare at each other for a few seconds, but Dick ranks above her even as an omega. He’s the primary pack omega for the Waynes, which gives him more authority than she as a single alpha has. Nevermind that fact that he’s a Wayne on paper, period.
She looks to her computer, an unofficial submission but a submission all the same, and Dick looks back to Jason.
Jason looks stunned, but speaks when Dick nudges him a little.
“Uh, they made fun’a my accent, but I didn’ care. So they started makin’ fun’a Bruce, an’ you, an’…” Jason trailed off, looking down at his blood-streaked hands, kicking his feet a little. “An’ then they called mom names…I didn’ wanna fight ‘em! I didn’t!”
A wave of sadness hit Dick in the chest, and he pulls Jason into his side, hugging the little pup close. There’s the sharp sting of pain and a touch of despair in Jason’s scent, and he buries his face into Dick’s shirt. Dick does his best to help Jason, letting calming pheromones seep into his scent, and it seems to work as Jason relaxes in Dick’s embrace.
Dick looks to the dean, who watches with tight-lipped stubbornness, and asks, “You knew about this?”
“No, Mr. Grayson, I didn’t,” she admits with a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Did you bother asking?” He knows that answer, too.
“No.”
“I see.” Dick stands, Jason shuffling to his feet beside him, face still buried in his side and body slightly behind Dick’s. “Ma’am, with all due respect, I’ll be taking my little brother and leaving, now. He’ll be back in school tomorrow, and his bullies will be the ones punished.”
The dean raises a brow, crossing her arms. “Oh, is that so?”
“It is,” Dick easily replies, narrowing his eyes. “Jason didn’t do anything wrong. He was defending himself.”
“He broke Ryker’s nose–”
“Because Ryker wanted to get a rise out of him, and verbally abused him.”
“That–”
“Matters, and is actually a felony.” Dick raises one of his own eyebrows. “Would you prefer we discuss this with Bruce?”
The dean goes silent for a minute before speaking again.
“Mr. Todd may return to school on Thursday.”
A two-day suspension, then. It was better than nothing.
Dick nods, grabs Jason’s hand, and leaves, without another word.
When they’re driving for the Manor, Dick glances over at Jason in the rear-view mirror, a question on he tip of his tongue.
“Hey, Jason?”
The kid looks over.
“Why’d you call for me to pick you up?” The question’s been on the forefront of Dick’s mind, and has been ever since he’d gotten the phone call.
Dick looks back to the road while he waits for Jason’s answer, content with the brief silence.
“…don’ want B t’throw me out.”
Dick snorts. “You think Bruce will throw you out because you got in a fight?”
Jason huffs indingnantly.
“I got into fights when I was a kid too, Jay.”
“No way.”
Dick nods, stopping at a red light and looking at Jason in the mirror again. “Way. Why do you think the dean doesn’t like me?”
Jason gapes, and Dick laughs.
“I can promise Bruce won’t throw you out, Jason. He’ll probably do what I just did, but, like, somehow better. Because he’s Bruce.”
The light turns green and Dick looks back to the road, which means looking away from Jason and being unable to see his face as he says, “Yeah, but m’jus’ some street rat he picked up.”
“And I’m a Roma kid from the circuis.” Dick rolls his eyes. “I don’t see your point, Jason.”
Jason sighs. “Whatever. If you’re sure B won’ throw me out, can ya at least stay a bit?”
Dick shrugs.
“Sure.”