Will Nanny!Jay eventually start to have milk bc of two babies following him around?
Hmm, I am thinking about it now;]
So, say, Jay recovered somewhat form the worst of the heat - and he did so with 2 babies visiting him constantly, minded by their older (but still baby) brother and their dad staying outside of the room where it’s safe for all of them.
Jay is still muddled and exhausted - this one was a bitch, even though the pups were there from time to time to make it better - he wishes he could go on suppressants full-time, but the good ones are very expensive and he was never bale to afford them. And the cheap ones are a constant trial stage, so he won’t risk his liver, thank you. Thank god Wayne was cashing out on the treatment this time, at least Jay got the good sedatives and qualified people to make sure he stayed hydrated, and privacy when he needed to give into his instincts. They even offered him a ‘heat aid’ all normal and matter of fact and wow, that was embarrassing >>
But then came a time when he was all good to go (still a bit woozy, but good to go) and that’s when Bruce Wayne decided to make an appearance. And okay, Jay knew the man was handsome - he’d seen his face plastered all over Gotham since he was a kid - but up close he was something else. Stocky and taller than the media made him look, and without a photoshop in the way he had this rugged charm to him. Yeah, and Jay was barely out of heat, worn out and thank god his room had an en-suite so he was at least showered! Nothing could be done about his hair, but at least his teeth were brushed and he had clean clothes.
Bruce Wayne was pretty much everything a high-class alpha should be Jay wished with all he had that the man was at least an asshole, but no dice, when he started to speak, Bruce was a far cry from the Brucie character Jay had known form the newspapers.
“First of all, I would like to say that I’m happy you’re back on your feet, Jason.”
The assumed first name basis should annoy Jay, but the genuine concern dismantled any sort of irritation he could have felt.
“I hope your stay at the clinic was pleasant.”
There was nothing pleasant about his ailment, but the clinic was top notch and the staff made sure Jason was as comfortable as possible. As if Wayne didn’t know that.
“It was fine... I mean, everyone here are very nice...” Jay stammered, his voice still shaky and his instincts demanding he pleased the alpha that provided for them. “It was... very good.”
Jason was aware that he was fucking bleeding subservience, and was pleasantly surprised when Wayne didn’t pounce on it like alphas in his life tended to do so far (that’s why he was always so cold and rough, that’s why he exercised religiously and dressed like a thug, everything to make himself a less attractive prospect).
Then Wayne said something that shouldn’t be surprising, but was.
“Then, before anything else, I would like to thank you for what you did. For protecting my boys.” And the look in his eyes was so... so striking, Jason could only nod and stammer something about doing what anyone would do. It was Batgirl and Robin who saved them, after all.
Wayne allowed him to make a fool out of himself for a minute, before saying that no, not anyone. Jay took of his patches to protect the pups and Bruce could not thank him enough for that. And he said it in a way as if he understood what was at stake there, the choice Jason was making.
It was a heavy moment, and didn’t get any better when Wayne started to explain to him what was happening during Jay’s heat - the media storm, the way he won’t be left alone by the press now, and it honestly sounded like a nightmare. Straight up nightmare. The press will dig, he just knew they will, and they will go all the way down to his childhood, to his dad - to his mom.
“I will do what I can to stop them from prying too deep,” Wayne told him, as if Jay expected that of the man. “If you would like me to.”
And Jay, what else could he do? What else was there to do if he wanted to return to normal life, than to trust this alpha - in a world where alphas were not to be trusted?
Wayne had to see it on his face, the lost and helpless expression, because he leaned over the small table they were sitting at and put his hand - not on Jason’s, no. But close. Close enough to be meaningful, but far enough to be harmless.
“I have a proposition, if you would like to consider it, Jason.” He waited for Jason to nod before continuing. “My boys... I’m sure you’ve noticed they are very fond of you. I’m afraid to say that during your captivity they have imprinted and, well, their presence seemed to help you during your stay here.”
Jason listened, feeling as if he was slowly drifting into some fairytale land.
“I love my boys, but I’m a busy man. Due to what happened recently, I don’t think that sending them back to the daycare is the best idea.”
What was happening?
“And I think that you aren’t that eager to return to the public eye.”
Well, no, he wasn’t eager at all. If he could stay at the clinic indefinitely...
So, Wayne made his offer. And it sounded unrealistically good - lodging, food, indecently good pay. And all for Jason spending a couple hours a day with the man’s kids. There had to be something there he wasn’t saying.
Jay, being a suspicious omega that manages to survive on his own ont he streets, had no trouble with pointing it out. And it only made Wayne laugh.
Damn, even his laugh was pleasant - deep and rich, and Jesus.
“I don’t think you understand how deep I am in your debt, Jason. If anything happened to either to my sons, I... I don’t want to event think of the possibility. That they had someone there to protect and reassure them means the world to me. I could make sure you will never have to pay for anything in your life again and it would barely scratch the dept of my gratitude. The job offer is simply the least I can do without being too pushy. I’ve heard it’s an unattractive alpha trait.”
Well, it is an unattractive trait, sure.
And Jason was about to say that, but he didn’t get to - the door to the office opened and two little bugs rolled in, bee-lining it to Jason, the smaller one instantly gunning for his lap with a high-pitched “aison!”
Jason promised Wayne to think about it, but he had a feeling that he was played.









