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“What do you mean he’s disappeared?” A feral snarl tore itself from her throat.
“Hood…” The voice on the line soothed, “Calm down. Slade’s the best. He knows what he’s doing.”
“He was investigating a meta trafficking ring.” Her voice all growl. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She moved across the room and snagged an earpiece, quickly connecting it, before pulling a bag out of the closet. “Tell me everything.”
The guards to the side of him fell, quickly followed by all others in clear line of sight. Half by him, half by Jay. Oh, he’d missed watching her work. Those headshots had been glorious. Across the room, the rest of the guards fell - to red fletched arrows and assassin blades.
He paused before... "Come with me."
"What?" She whipped around to stare at him. Macbeth forgotten as it fell from her hands.
"Come with me." He repeated, gaze intent. “Work with me for awhile.”
“Did he hurt you?” Clark growled, alpha protectiveness rearing its head.
“Of course not!” Jay exclaimed, coming to a realization. “Uncle Clark, would you mind putting my mate down, please?”
“Your-” The hero choked, “Your what?!”
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“Ukhai!” Came a wail from the top of a stacked pile of crates. The pup’s voice was filled with fear and exhaustion. Jason nodded to Batgirl as he walked by her and strode towards the group of men next to the crates.
All three wore their concern differently. Nightwing the most openly. Red Robin just looked annoyed but Jason could scent the worry underneath. Bruce just looked impassive as always but it was the “I’m-blanking-to-not-show-my-fear” impassive.
“We don’t even know what he’s saying.” Nightwing whispered furiously. “He’s snapping at anyone that comes near and he won’t come down. I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s a League word.” Jason said as he joined them. “It means, roughly, ‘lead omega that is not mated to pack alpha.” Jason unlatched his helmet and set it on a crate. “He’s calling for his big sister.” Jason clarified at their slightly baffled faces. Shouldn’t Bruce know this? Didn’t he train with the League? Maybe pack dynamics weren’t a part of what they taught.
“But we don’t have a pack omega.” Tim groaned. Jason snorted softly. “And he’s never mentioned one before.”
“Ukhai!” The mournful cry came again and the scent of distressed pup flooded his senses.
Jason winced and dug his nails into his palm.
Really, Tim. Do you not have a pack omega?