(Or: The fic where Tim drugs Ra's al Ghul to steal his copy of the Necronomicon... with no ulterior motives at all, surely. 👀)
I wrote Tim/Ra's for the @batfam-problematic Not Now Kitten zine! Catch my piece in the NSFW volume -- preorders are open for a few more days, with all proceeds going to Palestine Children's Relief Fund!
A little A/B/O notfic I put together about Tim bitching Ra’s. Bitching in the omegaverse is turning an alpha into an omega through the use of gratuitous sex and in this case noncon. This is obviously rated E for explicit!
Content Warning: noncon, forced A/B/O gender reassignment, forced mpreg, some incest, sort of Batcest but not really
So this is a society where omegas are pretty rare. Bitching can only be done with the person’s formal consent, but it's almost never done because it's really hard to get your hands on the right materials and tools. Obviously not a problem for billionaire Tim Wayne. Ra's has been captured, declared insane, and sentenced to Arkham. Arkham signs off on him being bitched, which they can do because he's been declared insane and they have legal custody. As an omega, he'll be kept nice and docile and bred, and therefore not a threat. So he gets signed into the custody of Tim Wayne. Because Tim has legal custody of Ra’s, he gets complete and total control over him.
Tim obviously take this responsibility very seriously. He keeps Ra's bound in a mating presentation position. He's gagged with a dildo gag most of the time, which they steadily increase in size to allow time for his jaw to get used to it and to train his gag reflex. After all, Tim is not small (Tripod Tim! Tripod Tim!) and any good omega has to be able to take their alpha in any hole. But when Tim wants to use his mouth, they use a custom make o-ring that keeps it open wide enough for Tim to fit, so Ra’s can’t bite down. And of course toys are used so his hole is ready for constant use.
He's kept in a nest his alpha constructed for him and which Tim scented all over, so he's constantly surrounded by his alpha's scent. His own scent glands are covered with omega pheromones so he can't smell his own alpha scent. He's injected with hormones that are basically HRT, so eventually his own scent changes to make him smell like an omega. His scenting glands become more omegan too, and eventually, once he's been on HRT long enough Tim will give him the equivalent of a mating bite, which will help confuse his body and move the transition along. Tim keeps his cock caged, not only so that it can't get hard at all, but so it can't grow to its full size, because omegas don't need such large cocks.
Tim is of course a very attentive alpha. He feeds Ra's himself from his own hands, so Ra's is dependent on him for food, and coos over him, telling him what a good omega he is. When Tim can't be with Ra's in person– he is after all a very busy alpha– he sets voice recordings, so Ra's can always hear Tim telling him what a good little omega he is, how perfect he'll look when he's nice and round with Tim's pups. After all, he wanted an heir with Tim so badly, it only makes sense that he'll carry it for him.
And of course he spends plenty of time knotting his good little omega. He takes his time with it. Tim knows he's big, and his knot is even bigger, and Ra's pussy is not ready to take him right from the start. In the beginning he has to satisfy himself with coming on his little omega, or mixing his cum in with his food.
But cum is a very important part of any omega's diet, and Tim is a very good alpha. He attends to his omegas every need, making sure he gets exactly the right amount of food and exercise. Eventually, after he's been on hormones for a while, they inject him with something that will put him through a false heat. It's the only time he's allowed out of his restraints. Tim gently reminds him that if Ra's really wanted to escape, he could have. After all, he’s a much better fighter than Tim. But instead he spent the whole time begging for Tim's knot. There are cameras that captured the whole thing, and Tim makes a point to keep it playing on a loop, so Ra’s is constantly surrounded by the sounds and visuals of himself begging for Tim’s knot. (Unless Tim is there. Then he gets a break from it... if Tim feels like it. Sometimes he keeps it playing so he can torment Ra’s, remind him how sweetly he begged for Tim’s knot.)
Ra's obviously does not take this lying down. He tries to escape. Of course, Tim had tested his restraints out on the Bat Clan, so he has no hope of actually escaping. But Tim let him try, if only so he could punish him when he failed. Tim is very careful not to leave permanent marks. He doesn't want to disfigure his omega too badly. But a whipping scar or two is acceptable. The easiest and most effective punishment is to take his frustrations out of Ra's poor locked up cock and balls. Tim especially likes spanking him on the balls, he loves the way it makes Ra's howl. And after all, a cock on an omega is basically just a useless clit, so it's fine to hurt it.
Ra's is being forcibly omegaized. Dealer's choice whether he gets actual proper boobs or just technically has the right breast tissue, but Tim's been massaging them and dousing Ra's in pup hormones to try and make him lactate. And not just any pup hormones, but Damian's pup hormones, scented when Damian was sick and in pain. Damian is already blood related to Ra's, so it really fucks with him to smell his pup in distress. And every time they do this they douse him with omega hormones so he goes wild with worry, his omega instincts really kicking in. And eventually, Ra's starts lactating.
On the one hand, it's humiliating and oh so degrading. But Tim praises him so sweetly, tells him what a good omega he is, how perfect he's being, and touches him so sweetly. And he lets Ra’s come, which he doesn't normally allow, because good omegas should come from their pussy alone and Ra’s can’t come just from being fucked (yet). Good omegas don't need their little cocks played with, and Ra's cock is all locked up. But Tim makes an exception because Ra's has been such a good boy for him.
Tim comments that Ra's is going to need a smaller cage soon, because the hormones are making his dick shrink like a good omega’s. After all, an omega’s dick is basically just an extra clit. But now that Ra's is lactating, they can move on to the next step. Of course Tim get first dibs on tasting his milk, and for a little while he wants to keep that sweet sweet milk all to himself. But eventually, he brings Damian in.
Damian is still just a pup. At the League, he had omegas to feed from all the time. But the Wayne pack doesn't have any omegas, so poor Damian's left without any milk. Until now. And even better, he can be fed by family, not some random omega the League owns. (The League, meanwhile, is under Talia's strict control, hence why Ra's has not been rescued. She has ruthlessly rooted out any of Ra's’ supporters.) So Ra's is injected with heavy duty hormones until all he can do is beg and whine for a knot and his breasts are aching and leaking. He has to be restrained, but only so he won't rut up against poor Damian, who's only a pup, after all. And Ra's instincts are going crazy, because on the one hand he desperately needs a knot, but on the other, his pup needs to be fed.
Of course Tim needs to make sure Ra's gets his exercise, so they have lovely little machines like standing bike with a dildo for a seat, a treadmill where nipple clamps are attached and he has to keep up or have his nipples be painfully pulled. That sort of thing. Tim has to keep his omega in excellent shape, after all.
And eventually, through the careful application of hormones, pheromones, and an intense physical regimen, Ra's finally splits a cunt. Tim is so proud. He parades him naked around Wayne manor so all the Bat family can oo and ah over his perfect new omega. Of course Tim has also carefully documented this process. It was necessary to do to ensure that they're keeping up with Ra's treatment, and they had to check in with the doctors at Arkham regularly. Tim's also thinking about publishing a book, he tells his family as they all examine Ra's' new cunt.
Damian in particularly curious because he's never seen a pussy before, and he spends plenty of time exploring it with his fingers as he asks Tim questions about the process. Completely ignoring Ra's of course. Tim also shows off just how big the toys he can fit into Ra's are. For example, he has one of those obscenely long dildos that fits all the way down Ra's' throat. It has a hole down the middle so he can keep it there and Ra's can still breath, which he occasionally does just because he can. He also hows off how he can now fit his entire fist up Ra's' ass (which is no longer called his pussy, now that his real pussy has arrived), and they all make a game of sticking their fists in. Jason has the biggest hands, and he's curious if it will fit (it does).
Tim explains that now that Ra's is broken in he's ready to be presented to the public as Timothy Wayne's new omega. Of course he'll accompany Tim to certain social events (chained and leashed, of course) to show off Tim's virility as an alpha. Tim can brag about how he did the whole thing himself, he didn't bother with a service who could have handled this sort of thing for him.
Reporter: So does this mean the Waynes have a new pack omega?
Tim, with sitting Ra's bound and chained, completely naked at his feet: No, I'm afraid he's not worthy of being a proper pack omega. But he comes from good breeding stock, and that's worth something all on its own.
Naturally Tim shows off the assets, spreading Ra's pussy lips wide so the camera can get a good view of the perfect cunt he created. Tim has also pierced Ra's' nipples and clit to run lovely delicate chains between them. Pure gold piercing and chains, dripping with emeralds. After all, those are the al Ghul colors, and Ra’s deserves to wear them publicly.
Tim obviously gives Ra's a proper mating bite, so that Ra’s is marked as his forever. Of course Ra's is not allowed to mate Tim, because Tim might find a worthy mate someday, and Ra's is not that. But Tim has staked his claim for all to see.
Of course now that Ra's is a proper omega it's time to breed him. He'll eventually be weaned off all the hormones and supplements as his body starts producing them naturally, but now that Tim's shown off to the world that he created his omega, it's time to get his money's worth. They give him hormones that will send him into a natural heat. It will be a very intense one, because it's his first heat, so it will be a lot of work to see it through. But Tim is a good alpha, and by the end of it, his omega will be bred.
Tim spend the whole heat with his omega as he whines and begs to be knotted and bred. Everything is recorded from all angles so he can play it back for Ra's later, so he can see how he begged for his alpha's knot. By the end of it Ra's has caught not one, not two, but three times, a proper litter and excellent for a first time omega.
Now that Ra's is pregnant, Tim is extra affectionate. He's always rubbing Ra's' belly, telling him how excited he is for their pups to grow. And he starts showing early, at only six weeks. Which makes sense for a first time carrying three pups. Tim proudly shows him off to the rest of the family, who all congratulate him on being such a good alpha, pupping his omega so quickly. He also takes plenty of pictures, the best of which I think he posts publicly, especially once Ra's' belly gets really big.
Ra's meanwhile is hopped up on omega hormones, both real and artificial (nothing that will hurt the babies, of course!). His brain is mush and he's so horny all the time, poor Tim can't keep up. But that's okay. Now that he's already pregnant, Tim has no problem sharing. He especially want to make sure Ra's doesn't lose all that work they did training his ass (not gonna happen because Tim keeps him plugged, which has the added benefit of making his pussy tighter. But better safe than sorry!). It's especially good for Jason to have someone to take his anger out on, and Ra's is so slick and ready all the time he can take it fast and rough. Jason loves giving Ra’s a good spanking and then fucking him hard in whichever hole he spanked.
Cue Ra's being tied up for public use in Wayne Manor. He's got the chains running between his nipple and clit piercing for anyone to tug on and make him suffer if they're in a bad mood. Bruce sometimes takes him into his office, shoves him under the desk, and uses Ra's to warm his cock (with a spider gag so he can't bite down of course– Tim's trained him well enough that he can wear one for hours now). Sometimes he'll facefuck him, or shove his cock all the way down Ra's' throat. Not for long, it wouldn't do to hurt the babies by depriving Ra’s of oxygen. But it feels like just retribution for all the pain Ra's has put his family through.
All the Bats have been making use of Ra's as a stress relief toy. By the end of every night he's always dripping in cum, and Tim always adds at least one more load before he puts him away for the night. Usually it's dripping out of all three holes, and streaked across his face and body. The one Bat who hasn't really been involved in this is Damian. He feels like he's not allowed because Ra's is his grandfather. Obviously Tim debases him of this notion.
Damian is very hesitant because he's never done this before, and he's only a pup. But Tim is very encouraging. Of course Damian comes in about two seconds because he's so inexperienced, but that's okay. He's young, he can go a few more times before he's done.
"It's all about your pleasure," Tim explains.
Tim encourages Damian to be a little rough with it, to pull on Ra's nipple rings as he fucks him. Damian is fascinated with the way it makes his breasts bounce.
"Not too hard," Tim cautions. "You don't want to rip them out. But if you want to really make it hurt we can put on the clamps."
Damian does, so they do, and he's fascinated by Ra's whimpers of pain. It's amazing to see his grandfather, who Damian thought of as so all powerful, brought low like this. But that's why Tim wanted Damian to do this, so he could see his grandfather as just a man. Less than that, as breeding stock.
Tim throws a dinner party for some WE investors, including a few people who knew Ra's from before. (Shady people Tim is working to bring down, but useful for his purposes.) Ra's is draped in the finest golden chains and translucent silks so everyone can admire how big his breasts are getting now that he’s pregnant and his little caged cock. (Now that it's proper omega sized, the cage doesn't stop him from getting hard the way it used to, but it still looks pretty, all filigree and tasteful gems. And of course Tim has a smaller cage if he wants to punish him.)
Everyone exclaims over what a good job Tim has done. "I'd never bother with bitching myself, but you've done damn well for yourself Wayne," one man says. Tim accepts their compliments with perfect grace, and even allows them to fondle his omega.
"Look, they're so small!" One woman says, rolling his balls between her fingers.
To really show off, he removes and shows off the giant silver dildo gag Ra's has been sucking on all night, to appropriate oos and ahs.
Of course by this point Ra's is getting really big. He started looking nine months pregnant by month five, so in the third trimester he's really waddling around. His center of balance is completely fucked and he's huge, and Tim loves it. He laves attention onto his stretch marks, loving that even if Ra's managed to somehow escape, there will always be this permanent reminder that he was Tim's (beyond the fact that he's now an omega of course). He stokes Ra's belly and tells him what a good omega he is for him, how perfect he's going to be birthing his pups.
Tim has made all the preparations necessary for Ra’s to give birth. It will be an all natural birth, of course– no pain meds. Natural is best, after all.
It's a long, arduous birth. Of course Ra's is also chained to the bed so he can't escape (he is still serving a life sentence after all), but it's long enough that it allows him some movement, and his legs are hobbled. Ra's is begging for an epidural, but the doctors say "Mr. Wayne said it's going to be a natural birth, you can do it, just keep pushing!" Very soft and encouraging, but condescendingly so. Tim is the first to hold the babies and he coos over them. But he doesn't let Ra's touch them until he verbally promises to be good, which makes his omega instincts go haywire. (Of course he doesn't expect Ra's to actually mean it, but he wants Ra's to have to say it.) After the birth Ra's makes a plan to use the babies as pawns to get him out of there, but Tim anticipates that and has him wearing a cleverly disguised shock color, which looks like just a regular ornamental collar, so Ra's didn't know about the shocking ability until it was too late.
As punishment for his attempted escape, Tim puts him in solitary confinement for 72 hours, and when he's let out he's a whining begging mess, desperate to see his babies (who have been taken very good care of by nursemaids, and surrounded by Ra's scent so they're not confused about where their mother went). He's driven practically feral by his desperate omegan desire to make sure his pups are safe.
Of course Tim is a very attentive alpha, so he doesn't touch Ra's at all down there while he's healing. He makes do with only his mouth, a worthy sacrifice.
At this point Ra's is able to go off the hormones, but perhaps they keep him on a few because it makes him hornier and more fertile. I think Talia comes to visit once, just to see what has become of him.
And as soon as Ra's is all healed up, the process begins again. Of course his litters get larger as his body adjusts, and Tim eventually lets the other Waynes join for a heat (including or excluding Damian, depending on your preference), and Ra's catches a truly staggering number of times that pregnancy. They joke he’s carrying one from each of them, but it actually turns out to be true.
Consequences of a corrupted youth, a Ra’s/Tim playlist
playlist || fic on ao3
Wasting My Young Years - London Grammar
Heart By Heart - Demi Lovato
Wicked Game - Ursine Vulpine
Beautiful Crime - Tamer
Through Glass - Stone Sour
Agony (Acoustic Session) - Paloma Faith
In All My Dreams I Drown - The Devils Carnival
You Belong to Me - Cat Pierce
Become the Beast - Karliene
Under the Rainbow - The Jane Austen Argument
This Night - Black Lab
Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin
City of the Dead - Eurielle
Silhouette - Aquilo
Eight - Sleeping at Last
When it's all Over - Raign
Memories - EarlyRise
Disarm - The Smashing Pumpkins
Beekeeper - Keaton Henson
Empire - Beth Crowley
""Tell me Ra's, does Gotham burn as nicely as you dreamed?"
"It pales in comparison to you Beloved."
And in the end that was all it had taken, time and patience, and the offer of the world to with as he desired. Part 3.
Let’s jump ahead to the moment of epiphany,
in gold light, as the camera pans to where
the action is,
lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see
the blue rings of my eyes as I say
something ugly.
I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way,
and I don’t want to be the kind that says the wrong way.
But it doesn’t work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats.
‘Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out’ by Richard Siken
Is that ask for ra'stim prompt still going on? Because if so, I'd like to humbly beg (on my hands and knees if need be) for the color white... Or the word roses... Please... I'd give you my cheetos!
@thenamesiwantedrtaken for the Ra’stim prompt meme.
There was *laughter* The Ra’stim meme will go until I die, trust that. But I think I’ll pass on the cheetos, they would kill me (curse that dairy allergy), so long as you come an discuss headcanons with me!
But as I like both and can’t decide which I like better, both shall be done!
So this can go under a read more because it got… unexpectedly long.
White
White had never seemed like a powerful colour. It meant soft, delicate things, yet untouched but the evils of the world. It was the colour of brides (even Janet Drake was married dressed in white). Here though, it held a certain power. If you could keep a white shirt white it meant you were a fighter worthy of respect- of reverence. And outside the walls of Nanda Parbat (that had become more familiar than Tim ever thought they would), the sands were bleached white, a shining, glowing white that drove men insane.
The desert stretched on farther than he could see, an endless sea of shifting sands, all faded to a white that sunk into men until they could hardly remember their own names. In the centre of it stood the city of the League of Shadows. Tim tilted his head, staring out beyond the window of his room, the fluttering curtains (white. Of course they were white), only seemed to amplify the effect.
Ra’s didn’t wear white. No, the Demon’s head donned clothes of green and gold, a distinct, contrasting colour. Green wasn’t a regal colour, unlike the blues and purples that rulers of old always seemed clothed in, but Ra’s made it seem that way. He made it seem like the colours that kings and queens would have envied. It was true, Ra’s al Ghul didn’t wear white, but he was no less deserving of the reverence that his assassins placed on him.
He had fought the man long before he had ever become his paramour (they weren’t lovers, they couldn’t be. He had been kidnapped and spirited away like some damsel from a fairy tale). He was a respectable fighter, elegant and precise in a way that Damian had never captured (in a way Bruce never seemed to deem more important than a well placed punch).
Turning away from the window, Tim closed his eyes. Perhaps he was beginning to go mad from the white as well. Lifting one hand, Tim spent a few seconds observing the lovely white fabric. It was different than the red and blacks, so vastly different, and yet it seemed to denote a level of skill. White was a powerful colour in the League, and it was a mark of respect that Ra’s had chosen to see him dressed in it.
(Janet Drake had been married in it, and so it seemed, would her son).
Roses
Tim glared long and hard at the roses that sat on his table. They were beautiful and the vase they were in, with the intricate gold and green pattern was also stunning, but that was not the point. (One of these days he would kill Ra’s. Really, truly, he was going to die). He didn’t even like roses; he was also pretty sure Ra’s wouldn’t know true love if it hit him over the head with a batarang, but somehow he didn’t think the other had take that into consideration when he sent assassins into Tim’s (heavily secure) apartment on a flower delivery.
No, Tim thought, grabbing the offending flowers in his hands, they absolutely had to go. It absolutely would not do to have Dick, or Jason, and god-forbid Bruce pick up on the not subtle at all coloured vase holding flowers that meant true love. That was a recipe for disaster, and something he was not ready or willing to explain. (If he was honest the chances were slim. The relationship between Tim and the rest of the family had been strained since Bruce’s ‘death’, they hadn’t noticed any of the other flowers, or the fact that Tim seemed better rested now than he ever had before. )
He could give them to Tam, like the roses before that, and the primroses from the time before that. The press would have a field day with it. They were still technically engaged to to the public’s knowledge. (The others hadn’t mentioned that either). She didn’t need to know the complete truth, she knew enough, she understood enough not to question it.
Maybe the next time he woke up with flowers he would keep them, maybe if they weren’t roses. (Maybe, maybe, maybe, Bruce would be so disappointed if he knew just how many maybe’s and compromises Tim had made with himself). After all, they were always beautiful, and what could the harm possibly be?
(Tim pointedly doesn’t think about the implications of that, no, that was a bridge he would burn when the time came. It was only a matter of time, and eventually it would be enough. Tim didn’t think about that either).
The next week Tim woke to a pot of dahlias sitting on the table, next to a cup of perfectly brewed coffee.
