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During a sex pollen/fuck or die situation:
Jason: I wasn't really expecting to get fucked by my big brother tonight, Dickhead.
Dick: *eyes dilate* You still see me as a big brother?
Jason: *some semblance of a confirmation*
Dick, darkly: Good *starts fucking him harder*
Only Red Hood's most trusted and loyal gang members know what he looks like under the mask and also know that he's an omega. And they're fiercely protective of him. Not because he's an omega, but because he's so young (what causes someone so young to become someone like Red Hood?) and so good at his core.
So when the alphas of their group see Hood in civies trying to get information or even just going about his normal life, and they see an alpha not taking a hint or see that Hood is clearly uncomfortable, they tend to go up to him and pretend to be his partner so that the offending alpha will back off.
Of course, this doesn't go to plan when Dick Grayson ends up being the alpha currently talking with Hood.
~~~
Meanwhile, Dick wants to know just who the hell this alpha claiming to be his Little Wing's partner is?
Don't meet your heroes.
Not because they might turn out to be an asshole. But because you might end up somehow being adopted into their family. And then how are you suppose to convince them to fuck you stupid.
(You do it anyway, of course)
Brotherly Bonding
originally written for Omega Dick Week 2025
AO3 Fandom: Batman All Media Types Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake (DCU), Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, courting gifts, courting, Jealousy, oblivious to feelings, oblivious to courting, no beta we die like jason todd, POV Third Person, Omega Dick Week 2025 (DCU), Pseudo-Incest
Summary: Tim and Jason are spending a lot of time together. Dick's a little jealous of their brotherly bonding, but at least they allow him to stay whenever he interrupts them.
Then, they're spending a lot of time with him, seeking him out, giving him things. Dick couldn't be happier. Even so, Dick can't stop the jealousy when he continues to find them alone together, watching them grow closer and closer to each other without him.
A/N: A fic two days in a row after such a long break? Am I finally out of my writers block?
Not at all. Both fics were basically already written and I'm just posting them for the world.
So, I was going through my WIP folder and I stumbled upon this piece from Omega Dick Week 2025, complete and just sitting sadly gathering dust. I remember writing this and being unhappy with it, because I had so many better ideas for this prompt. But rereading it now, I don't understand why I was so unhappy. I enjoyed rereading this, so I can only hope some of y'all will enjoy it too.
I've changed maybe one thing for clarity, but the rest is the exact same as how I found it.
The prompt from Omega Dick Week 2025 was from day 2, Dick Oblivious to Courting.
~~~~~
The first time Dick sees Jason and Tim hanging out together alone, he expects to feel happy. His brothers are finally getting along after all. It's been a long road from when the older alpha tried to hurt the younger for taking his place in the pack. They've come so far since then, and Dick couldn't be prouder. So Dick should be happy, happy at how happy they seem to be spending time together.
And yet, he's not.
Dick sees them as he's walking past one of the lesser used libraries in the manor. The two are huddled together on one of the couches, talking in low murmurs about something Dick can't hear. Their scents scream content happy safe and it surprises Dick. He rarely smells either of them feeling this comfortable on a normal day, and never when they're in the same room before.
Dick makes his way into the room, somehow avoiding attention with how immersed the two are with whatever they're talking about. He decides the best way to announce his presence is by plopping himself right across both their laps without a care in the world.
"What are you two whispering about over here?" He puts on a bright smile, which grows bigger at the Tim's shock and Jason's disgruntlement.
"Oy, Dickhead, what the hell?"
"It's nothing important." Tim responds to Dick's question, and Dick has to resist the urge to ruffle the teen's hair. He looks so flustered at having been caught, despite clearly not doing anything untoward. It's adorable.
Dick raises his eyebrow. "It must be, if it's got you two collaborating together so intensely. Civilly, at that."
"We're not that bad." Tim retorts.
"Yeah, I'll have you know its been 173 days since I last tried to really hurt Timmers over here."
Tim snorts. "Wow, keeping count much?"
Jason gives Tim a smirk. "Of course."
Tim rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything else. Dick watches the whole interaction, hiding his frown. There's something Dick's missing here. Something important. The scent in the air doesn't give him any clues. In fact, it hasn't changed much since Dick arrived. If anything, it's grown stronger, the pack happy safe coming from the two alphas filling the whole room. The scent soothes Dick a little, causing him to release the same feelings in his own scent. He's glad his arrival didn't disrupt the comfortable atmosphere the two had going.
Still, there's something here that feels different, that feels like it's on the precipice of something Dick's not privy to. But what? What could be going on with these two to have they be so close to each other and not start lashing out with barbed words and quick fists.
"-ick? You okay?"
Dick tunes back in to his surroundings to see Tim and Jason staring at him. Tim's hand is on Dick's thigh, having shaken it slightly to grab Dick's attention.
"Sorry, just thinking. What did you say?" Tim looks at him funnily before responding.
"I asked if there was something you needed? Did you come here for something?"
"Oh, no. I just saw you two as I was walking by and decided to see what you were up to."
Jason snorts. "Typical Dickhead. Always poking his nose in other people's business."
Dick sticks his tongue out at Jason, the other merely rolling his eyes in response. Tim laughs at their antics.
Dick talks with the two for a while. He tries to uncover what is is that has him feeling off, but he just can't pin it down. Tim and Jason noticeably don't return to what they were discussing previously, but they also don't seem to try to rush him out of the room to do so. If anything, they seem to be enjoying his company. Jason somehow hasn't tried to push Dick off of him yet, and Tim…
Tim has not removed his hand from Dick's thigh. Dick stares down at it in realization. It's such a casual touch, and Dick can't help but think about how foreign it is. Their family is not a physical bunch, aside from Dick himself, and so for Tim to be touching him so casually, and near such an intimate spot to boot, is so out of the ordinary it shocks Dick. He can't look away from it now that he's realized it's there. He doesn't know what to do. He could brush it off, casually knock it away or at least push it to a more appropriate spot. He could bring it up, tease the teen for forgetting where his hand is resting. He could leave it, relish in the physical touch given freely for once. He could move it, push it closer to the heat that's steadily growing in his core.
Dick jumps up suddenly, startling the two alphas beneath him. "I just remembered. I have somewhere to be." He practically runs out of the room towards his own.
When he gets there, he slams the door shut and locks it. He slides down to the floor with his back against the door. What the hell was that? Where the hell had that thought come from? Here Tim was, resting comfortably for once against him and Dick's stupid brain had to turn it into something it wasn't. Dick isn't even sure why his brain went there. Sure, Tim's hand was near his crotch. And sure, he was laying in the laps of two capable alphas. But he's never had those types of thoughts about any of his brothers before. So why now?
He must be tired, he decides. Tired, so his brain is misreading all sorts of signals and getting them crossed in the process. That's all. He stands up and decides to take a nap.
He ignores the slight amount of slick that sits uncomfortably in his boxers.
~~~
Dick's not sure how intentional it is, but after that he seems to see Tim and Jason more than usual. Maybe it's him actively looking for them, maybe it's him purposely seeking them out, or maybe its really just them showing up more often. Either way, he keeps crossing paths with the two alphas. And each time leaves Dick reeling.
Sometimes he sees them together, like that day in the library. Close and comfortable, discussing something they still haven't disclosed to him. Every time it happens, it seems they're bodies have grown closer and closer together, the space between them disappearing as time goes on. They never seem to care when he interrupts them, though, even welcoming him to spend time with them. While definitely not used to his brothers allowing him to spend so much time with them, he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's… nice, seeing them so often, getting to know the men the two alphas have grown up to be. Some part of Dick will always still see them as the little pups he met them as, but a new part of him is starting to appreciate just how they've matured over the years.
And yet, Dick can't help the feeling of what he eventually recognizes as jealousy filling his veins. Just what shifted to allow the two alphas to grow so close together? Why are the two actively seeking each other out to spend time together? Dick knows that they've never kicked him out when he joins them, but they also never seem to go to him first.
Dick assumes the jealousy is over their brotherly bond. Their ability to push past their history together to form something that seems to grown stronger by the day. Their ability to move past him as their eldest sibling and leave him behind as he desperately tries to cling to them with every outing he interrupts.
I'm here too. He wants to yell at them. I want to grow closer with you. I want to be the one you seek out to cuddle close to and whisper secrets others aren't privy to know. I want to spend time together, outside of the moments I'm allowed to see only because I pushed my way in. Please. Let me in for real.
Yes, it's their brotherly bond he's jealous of.
Other times they're alone. Separate, like Dick is used to seeing them. Sitting on a rooftop, brooding as they all tend to do, or relaxing on one of the manors many couches. It always takes Dick a moment to approach them like this, unsure if he'll be welcome in the moment. Its different then when the two are together. During those moments, there is no silence to be broken, or an uncertainty of whether the other wants to be left alone or not. But here, Dick never knows what he should do. So instead, he'll study them, take in their solo figure. Take in the way their muscles bunch together in a crouch on a roof's edge, or the way their whole body slumps into the furniture as they take a needed break from their busy lives.
More often than not, the alpha will notice his presence and smile. Tim, with his little uncertain grin, closed lips but happy all the same. Jason with his crooked smirk, teeth glinting as his eyes burn with mirth. They'll invite him over, to talk or just relax in the comfort of another. It's always nice. It's still not them actively seeking him out, but the one on one time always eases his fear of being left behind even if only for that brief moment in time.
In the times he's not noticed, Dick forces himself to turn away, to walk away from the alpha before him. He wouldn't want to overstay his welcome. To seem too desperate for their attention that he will break one of the few times of peace they get in their crazy lives.
~~~
The first time one of them actively seeks Dick out, he nearly cries. It's while Dick's on a stakeout, having spent the past few hours watching a building that for all intent and purpose seems abandoned. The bats know otherwise.
Footsteps break the silence, and Dick whips around, ready for a fight. He relaxes when he sees it's Jason, dressed as Red Hood and carrying a plastic bag.
"What's up, Hood?" Dick greets. Jason shrugs and holds up the bag in his hand.
"Nothin' much. Heard you were on stakeout, and figured you could use some food and good company."
Dick stares at him, the domino hiding his wide eyes. He doesn't move to take the bag. He doesn't move at all. Jason shifts uncomfortably.
"I mean, if ya don't want it, that's fine. Just figured-"
"Wait!" Dick cuts him off before he can finish. Jason had already taken a step back, ready to disappear off the roof's edge. Dick could not allow that. "Wait. I'm grateful, really! Just shocked."
Shocked is one way to describe the feeling in his chest. To describe the stinging in his eyes and the way his hand shakes slightly as he reaches out for the offered bag.
"Yeah well, don't get used to it. Just had extra, you know. And I was bored anyway."
It turns out Jason cooks extra food more often that he claimed. Dick ends up receiving a home-cooked meal at least one a week after that.
Tim's way of reaching out is more subtle. Subtle, but brings a tear to Dick's eye just the same. At first, Dick assumes he's only seeking him out for work, bringing information to Dick while he's on patrol or in the cave. But then, he starts bringing the information to Dick's apartment, or inviting Dick over to his penthouse to discuss a case. Each and every time, they get off track, and talk about a multitude of other things between compiling evidence or whatever excuse it was to get Dick there.
Suddenly, Dick is finding little things in his apartment. USBs of information. Tupperware of food he knows he didn't make. The most memorable was the time Dick wakes up on his sofa, neck stiff from the unplanned nap, to find himself covered in a blanket he doesn't recognize. The scent of both Tim and Jason wafts off of it, and Dick can't help but to bring it closer to his nose, breathing as much of the alphas' scents in as he can.
~~~
The day starts like any other. Dick had spent the night after patrol in the manor, too tired to make his way home. Now, he's aimlessly wandering the halls, not quite wanting to leave yet, but not sure why.
He smells them before he sees them. It's become familiar, the tangled up scent of Tim and Jason existing together, the safe comfort pack present once more. Dick still hasn't quite figured out how he feels about it yet. Sure, the two have started to seek him out to spend time with him like they do each other, growing closer each time they do. But there is still something that sends a pang of pain through him every time he catches them together. A fear that even being sought out by the others, he's being left behind by them. That somehow, they are growing closer together than they are with him. That they don't actually want to grow closer to him, that they're just doing it out of obligation or pity.
They're in the abandoned library again, and Dick wastes no time walking in to interrupt see what they're doing. He stops abruptly at the sight before him.
Tim is sitting in Jason's lap, chest resting firmly against the others. They're kissing, Dick realizes with a jolt. Their mouths are moving together seamlessly, as if this isn't the first time they've done this. Their hands are gripping each other tightly, pulling each other closer despite the lack of space already between them.
Dick doesn't mean to, but a noise slips out of him at the sight. He realizes then that his scent is projecting distraught omega, sadness, abandonment, rejection. The last one brings a realization to Dick, and he wants to hit himself for how stupid he's been. How did he not realize that his feelings for the two alphas before him went beyond the brotherly bond he'd convinced himself it was.
The sound Dick makes startles the two alpha's out of their embrace. Their eyes are wide and Tim scrambles off of Jason to look over at Dick. He knows they can smell him, smell the feelings Dick is only just now realizing he has.
"Shit" Jason curses, and Dick can't help but agree. "Fuck. Dick."
"This is not how I wanted this to go." Tim mutters to himself, but Dick can hear it loud and clear. And he gets it, really. Tim probably had a whole plan for how to reveal their relationship to him. Knowing him, it included statistics, probably on alphas dating each other or something. Maybe, if they had realized his feeling before even he did, it included a way to let him down gently.
Somehow, the distress in Dick's scent grows stronger.
"Uh, Jay? Do something, please?"
Jason whips his head around to stare at Tim. "Why the fuck does it have to be me?"
"You're better at emotions than I am!"
"Not when it comes to delicate shit like this." Jason gestures to Tim and Dick as he says this.
"Whatever! You're more likely to be able to stop him if he tries to run, Ok? And look at him; us arguing is not helping!" And yeah. It's really not. Dick's whole body is tense, ready to bolt any moment now. He's shaking, he realizes, and there's tears starting to gather in his eyes.
"Shit." Jason says again. "Ok. Dick, I need you to listen to me."
As he speaks, Jason stands up and starts carefully making his way towards Dick. Dick wants to move away, run with his tail between his legs to go lick his wounds, just as much as he wants to move closer, embrace the alpha steadily growing closer and closer. But his body doesn't move. And so, Jason continues moving, speaking gently as he does.
"It's alright, Pretty Bird. Can we talk? Please?" Jason is right in front of him now, not touching him but instead just reaching a hand out for Dick to grab. It's then that Dick feels something wrap around his shoulders. He's not sure when Tim got behind him, but he's too busy being embraced by the blanket now on him to be shocked or scared. The blanket is similar to the one he found on him in his apartment. Right down to the scent of the two alphas encompassing the fabric. The scent calms him enough that his shaking ceases and his body listens when he cautiously reaches his hand to the one extended. He might as well get this over now, face their rejection head on so he can grieve whatever bond they had before this and try to move on.
Tim has a hand on Dick's shoulder as Jason leads him to the sofa. Instead of sitting on the other side of Jason when they sit, however, Tim sits down beside Dick so that he's sandwiched by the two alphas. Before, Dick would have relaxed at that, but now it just causes him to tense once more.
Dick feels a hand card through his hair, and a low shushing noise follows. Jason must have noticed the tension return in his body.
Dick eventually gets himself together enough to speak. "When…?"
"When did we get together? Only about a week ago." Dick is too busy processing Tim's statement that he almost misses his next words. Almost. "When did we start courting you, though? A few months ago now."
The whiplash Dick feels at that is painful, and Dick turns so quick to face Tim that his neck hurts from the movement.
"Geez, babe. You could've eased him into it before dropping it on him like that." Jason's voice is exasperated.
"I told you you're better at emotions than me! I don't know how to be delicate in a situation like this."
"I can see that." Jason starts to card his fingers through Dick's hair once more, grounding Dick as he continues to reel over the information that was just dropped on him. "He's right though, Pretty bird. We've been trying to court you for a while now. It's just… we ended up getting together in the process."
"But we still want to be with you." Tim pipes up.
"Yeah. I don't know how much you really recognized our courting, but I'm assuming that based on your distress at seeing us kissing, there's a chance you want to accept?" Jason says it as if he's trying to appear unaffected, but the blaring hope in his voice gives him away.
Dick's emotions are all over the place right now. The initial distress at seeing the two kiss is slowly morphing into hope mate accept as he allows himself to process the past ten minutes. The two alpha's give him time, Jason still running his fingers in his hair and Tim leaning comfortable onto Dick's side. Their scents surround him, at he's never felt so at peace as he does right now. His body is relaxing, the tension leaving little by little. It leaves him exhausted.
Dick feels himself nodding at Jason's question, too tired to say anything. He leans his head against Jason's shoulder, making sure he doesn't pull away from Tim in the process. Nothing more is said, in that moment. Their scents say everything they need for now; content happy mate love mine coming from all three as they settle comfortably on the couch. Dick knows that eventually, they'll have to talk. Discuss just what they want from each other, and how they'll go about all of this. But for now, he simply shuts his eyes, basking in the feeling of his two mates (his mates) embracing him gently on either side.
~~~~~
End Note: (Original End Note): I love Jason and Tim's dynamic in this. Just, the constant bantering every time they talk gives me life. I hope yall enjoyed it too.
I did not proof read this. As in I have not reread a majority of it since I wrote it. I'm too lazy to, so here it is in all its unedited glory!
(New End Note) Like I said, I don't know why I thought this was so bad. And I hope y'all enjoyed it.
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Why are you Flirting with a Murderer?
AO3 Fandom: Batman All Media Types Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Relationship: Jason Todd/Tim Drake Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne
Tags: time travel, identity reveal, pov outsider, canon divergence Jason's attack on titans tower, Jason Todd is red hood, Tim drake is Robin, Tim Drake is red robin, flirting, established relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, No beta we die like Jason todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person, at one point dick thinks Hood drugged Tim and is going to take advantage of him
Summary: Dick expects something then. Expects Red Hood to pull some dramatic move, hurt Tim even more. But instead, there's a moment of nothing. Neither Red Hood nor Tim move. It's as if they're staring at each other.
And then, the unexpected happens. Red Hood moves away from Tim. Not just moves away. Actually full-on stumbles. ~~~~~ Dick is on his way to save his younger brother from being attacked in Titan's Tower. In the meantime, he can only watch from hidden cameras as Tim is confronted by none other than Red Hood. Except, just as the man has a knife to the boy's throat, there's a change. Suddenly the two are… flirting?
A/N: Me? Posting a fic that isn't for some sort of week or event? It's more likely than you think
This wasn't me procrastinating my wip, what are you talking about… (bun don't perceive me).
this fic is inspired by "(One-Eighty) Turn on a Dime" by Nation_Ustria on ao3.
I wrote this in less than a day, but anyway hope y'all enjoy!
~~~~~
If Dick weren't wearing the gloves of his Nightwing uniform, he's sure he'd be biting his fingernails right now. Instead, he makes due with pacing around the interior of the Bat-plane, not wanting to watch the scene displayed in front of him on the large screen, but just as much not being able keep his gaze off of it for long.
Because that's his brother, on the screen. That's his brother being attacked by an enemy, one who is known to kill, and god it's so familiar and Dick can't handle it. But this time, there's a chance to save him. Dick is here this time, he's on his way to save him. Even with the Zeta Tube down, Dick won't let that deter him. He can save Tim. He has to.
He hears a scuffle from the feed and his gaze shoots to the screen once more. Tim is pinned to a wall, having been caught by the large man in a bright red helmet. Red Hood. The man taking Crime Alley's underground by storm. The man who has made his hatred of Batman and Robin perfectly clear. That man now has Robin pinned up against a wall, a knife dangerously close to the boy's throat.
Dick doesn't want to be watching this. All the same, he's grateful that he's able to. Red Hood may have somehow been able to cut all power and emergency procedures down in the tower, but luckily the man hadn't been aware of the handful of independent cameras and microphones B had set up throughout the place without alerting anyone else. Because of this, Dick is able to see exactly what's going on. He knows Tim is still alive, still fighting the bigger man with all he has. He's not beyond saving yet. Hopefully, he will never be.
"Look at you," The Red Hood is saying, the modulator doing nothing to hide the anger in the words. "Little Robin with no one here to save him. Sound familiar?"
"What do you want?" Is Tim's reply.
"What I want is for Batman to learn his lesson. He didn't after the second Robin, but maybe he will after the third."
The mention of Jason makes Dick flinch, and he knows without looking that B probably did as well from his seat at the front of the plane. They may have failed Jason before, but they sure as hell don't plan on failing Tim now.
Dick can only watch as Tim struggles, only for Red Hood to press the knife into the boy's throat. Dick wishes this plane would move faster. He needs to get there. Needs to get this man away from his brother before he hurts him any more. Instead, he's forced to witness the helmet move closer to Tim's face, and that mechanical voice murmur.
"Next time you see Batman, tell him this." The knife presses even harder, a bit of blood now dripping down Tim's neck. It's not enough for the wound to be fatal, but at this point it will most likely scar. "No more dead Robins."
Dick expects something then. Expects Red Hood to pull some dramatic move, hurt Tim even more. But instead, there's a moment of nothing. Neither Red Hood nor Tim move. It's as if they're staring at each other.
And then, the unexpected happens. Red Hood moves away from Tim. Not just moves away. Actually full-on stumbles.
"Shit." Dick's full attention is on the screen at Red Hood's voice, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did Tim do something out of view? Did someone else show up to help?
Dick's shock grows at Tim's reaction. Or should he say, lack thereof. Tim should be using the Red Hood's stumble to escape, should be gaining some distance. Instead, the boy simply pulls away from the wall, inadvertently getting closer to Red Hood with the action. He places a hand on his throat, but with not nearly enough concern as he should have.
"Huh." Is the only thing Tim says.
Red Hood reaches up to his helmet, and for a moment Dick is frozen. Is Red Hood going to reveal his identity before killing Tim off? But didn't he just say something about no more dead Robins? Instead, though, he simply presses a button down, and Dick is shocked when the man's next words are unmodulated.
"Fuck, Tim." And shit, Red Hood knows their identities. Or, at least Tim's. "Why did we end up here of all places?"
"I mean, it could have been worse."
"Baby Bird, I literally just slit your throat." Red Hood reaches up, and touches the hand Tim is holding around his own throat. If Dick didn't know any better, he would have called it a caress with how gentle the touch is. His voice comes out just as gentle. "We could have gone back far enough to at least prevent other you from getting this."
Tim reaches his other hand up towards his throat, and Dick prays for him to finally regain common sense and yank the man's hand away. Instead, the world continues to make no sense as he places it overtop of the other two and squeezes lightly.
"I don't know." Tim's voice is low, in a tone Dick has never heard from him before. "I've always liked having the permanent mark from you for everyone to see."
Dick blue screens while Red Hood lets out a bark of laughter. "You kinky shit."
"You love it." Tim replies with a sly grin. He presses closer into the hand at his throat, which in turn gets him closer to Red Hood.
"Yeah I do." Is Red Hood's soft reply, and Dick is officially freaking out. He turns to Bruce, who's fully staring at the screen like Dick was. They make eye contact, and Bruce's wide eyes confirm that the man is seeing and hear the same thing he is. Which is Red Hood and Tim… flirting? Red Hood, someone who they've estimated to be an older man, someone who literally just sliced Tim's throat, is flirting with Dick's sixteen year old brother, and his brother is reciprocating.
Dick glances at the GPS on the Batplane's autopilot. They're still five minutes out. Five minutes out from stopping this man from doing anything else to his little brother.
Red Hood seems to have a similar thought. He jumps back from Tim. "Shit. How long do we have until someone gets here?"
Tim takes a moment to think it over. "I'm not sure. I was kind of unconscious last time." Last time?
"Do you remember how they found out what happened?"
Tim thinks again before his body goes ridged. "The cameras."
"What cameras? Didn't I disable them all?"
"We found out that Bruce had planted independent cameras throughout the tower." Tim looks around before locking eyes with the lens currently playing. The boy must notice the red light indicating that it's being watched because his eyes widen. "They're watching right now. Him and Dick are probably already on their way then."
And what the fuck, Tim. Why would he compromise their identities like that? And so casually, too. The boy is usually smarter than that. Red Hood had to have drugged him or something. That could explain away at least some of the craziness currently unfolding in front of them.
Red Hood turns towards the camera as well. "Ok, ok. So we don't have much time. That's fine. Fuck, isn't there a protocol for this or something?"
Tim snaps his fingers and nods. He looks back up at the camera again. "B. Nightwing. Protocol TTDTLT-RR03."
Dick has to think over all of the Bat protocols to remember what the code means. TT stands for time travel, DT for diverting timeline, LT for limited time. 03 is Tim's code, although usually it's preceded by just R, for Robin, not RR.
Tim looks at Red Hood expectantly after speaking.
"What?" The man says. Tim continues staring. "Oh, fuck no. I ain't saying shit."
And the implications of that aren't lost on Dick. Because if Dick is reading into this correctly, it means Red Hood not only came back in time with Tim, but knows the Bat Protocols. Likely has a code himself, if Tim is expecting him to say it, as opposed to being added as an addition to Tim. And, with the way the two are acting, they're close. Closer than Dick would ever expect Tim to be with someone who tried to hurt him, even if it was in the past for him.
Dick doesn't know how to feel about any of this. And yet it just keeps going.
"Come on, babe." I'm sorry, babe? "They're already going to find out who you are after this. You might as well take the brunt of it before Pit-Rage-Teenage-Angst-you returns and tries to shoot Dick for hugging him or something."
Dick is pretty sure he's broken at this point. Every sentence these two speak just breaks him more and more. Because, Pit Rage? As in the Lazarus Pits? And teenage angst implies that Red Hood is a teenager, which makes absolutely no sense. And just why the hell would Dick want to hug the man who, again, just tried to hurt his little brother?
Red Hood gives in easily and sighs. "Fine. Whatever. Protocol TTDTLT-RH02."
The Batplane lands with barely a sound. They've arrived at the Tower. But Dick makes no move to look away from the screen as Red Hood reaches up to actually take off his helmet this time. He knows Bruce is as frozen as he is right now. Because there's no way. Bruce would never give that code to someone else. But the alternative is impossible.
Except… Lazarus Pits… teenager… 02…
The helmet moves away and Dick is left staring at an older version of Jason Todd.
(So maybe Dick will be hugging Red Hood after all.)
~~~~~
End note: No but really, I was getting some writers block for my current WIP, and needed to write something else to hopefully get the writing juices flowing. Idk how much it helped, but I had fun writing this either way.
Fun fact, while going through some of my saved ideas/prompts to get an idea, most of my options were jaydick and smut/smut based. I'm pretty sure this was the only non-smut and jaytim premise in that particular list, and I just think its funny that its the one I ended up writing.
Anyway, y'all know the drill. If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk.
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Random idea I had
(contains Bruce x all the Robins, including and especially Damian)
Ok, so, Bruce having a sexual relationship with all of his kids during the time that they're Robin. But given that more often than not the Robins leave the position on a sour note, those relationships fizzle out after they leave it. I imagine Bruce and Tim's relationship being Tim trying to fix Bruce after Jason's death, and Bruce using him as a balm after losing his last relationship (Jason). So when Jason returns, Tim feels he isn't needed anymore and so their relationship starts to fizzle at that point.
Enter: Damian
When Damian comes to the manor, there's no real evidence that Bruce ever was with the Robins in that way. Bruce's relationship with Tim is on its last legs, and ends all-together after he is lost in the time stream and Tim becomes Red Robin and pulls away completely. And Bruce doesn't try anything with Damian after the boy becomes Robin because, well, that's his son. It's bad enough he fucked his adopted kids, but his biological one?
So Damian remains unaware that Bruce has fucked every other Robin. Until one night on patrol, when Damian calls Batman father in front of someone (either a citizen or a rogue) who has seen past evidence of Batman's sexual relationship with Robin. And that person brings it up like: ""Did he just call you father? I explicitly remember catching you fucking Robin in a side alley/on a roof/etc. Multiple times. WTF?" or something like that.
When they're alone again, Damian demands to know what the person was talking about. Reluctantly, Bruce explains to Damian his relationships with the other Robins, but adds on "don't worry, I won't do that to you, son."
And Damian is like "why not? if this is a thing that has happened with every Robin other, then I want the full experience."
Bruce remains adamant that he won't do that to Damian. Cue Damian doing everything in his power to get Bruce to fuck him. Maybe he even asks the other kids for advice.
You Do You, I Do Me, We Don't Do Each Other (Probably)
Chapter 1: Omegas Traded To End Pack Feuds AO3
Fandom: Batman All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, eventual background Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily Members, Original Character
Tags: Omega Jason Todd Week 2026, ojtw2026 day 1, Arranged Marriage, omegas traded to end pack feuds, Misogyny, misogyny against omegas, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Alpha Tim Drake (DCU), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mediocre Parent Bruce Wayne, he's not bad but he does fall into misogynistic beliefs about omegas, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Unpresented Omegaverse Dynamic Damian Wayne, Gender Dysphoria, secondary gender dysphoria, POV Third Person
Summary: Jason knows he only has himself to blame for this. As Red Hood, Pack Alpha of the Crime Alley Pack, it was his call to accept the truce offered by Wayne Pack Alpha Bruce Wayne. His choice of which Crime Alley Omega to offer up to seal the deal. But Jason doesn't regret who he chose as the Omega. He knows he would never have made any other choice. Because in the Alley, it is an open secret that their Pack Alpha is actually an Omega. And Jason would never subject another Omega to being traded off like an object to rich fucks who might not even keep up their end of the deal. Jason made his choice. And now he must deal with the consequences.
A/N: Welcome to OmegaJasonToddWeek 2026. To start the week off, I bring you a piece from OmegaJasonToddWeek 2025.
So, basically, I had started this for last year's event (as well as JayDickWeek 2025). It was for Day 3 of OJTW and Day 4 of JayDick Week. I had it all planned out, with 3 chapters and each chapter using a different prompt from that day, and this chapter had basically been fully written, but then I started getting into the world building of it and it grew way out of control. Then, there ended up being themes I really wanted to explore, but I was still newer to the fandom and didn't feel like I would do it justice.
I finally decided I wanted to get this chapter out for OmegaJasonToddWeek 2026 day 1 (mostly cause I have nothing else written for the week and I wanted to do something), so I workshopped it a bit. There's still parts I'm unhappy with, and if I do end up finishing this fic, chances are this first chapter will be edited again.
Who knows how long this fic will end up being or how long it will take me to write it. Chapter 2 is technically finished, but I haven't touched it since I changed up chp 1 so I know I'll need to go back and work on it.
Also, sorry not sorry for the story title. It was originally a joke title, but I honestly couldn't come up with anything better.
Anyway, on with the story and I hope y'all enjoy.
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As much as Jason hates to admit it, the Wayne Pack property is gorgeous this time of year. Leisurely walking the courtyard gardens, the sight of blooming flowers and budding trees fills him with a sense of peace that he's sorely been lacking in his life as of late.
And it's only gonna get worse from here, he can't help the thought from rearing its ugly head. He stops his walking, breathing in deeply to calm himself. He takes the moment to observe a butterfly landing on a hyacinth beside him. Yes, this is likely the last moment of comfort he's going to have for a long time.
Come tomorrow, Jason will be handed over to the Wayne Pack as part of a feud settlement between them and Jason's pack in Crime Alley. Jason had been shocked when the Wayne pack alpha, Bruce Wayne, had brought the idea up to him. Well, he brought it up to Red Hood.
Wayne brought up the idea of wanting to end the feud between the two packs, despite Crime Alley not officially being recognized as a pack by most people outside of it. Wayne claimed it was so he would be able to help Crime Alley in ways he couldn't before, while the people of the Alley held such negative opinions of him and his family. And so, the alpha had proposed a truce.
"And just why do you think we need your help?" Jason had drawled when Wayne laid out his idea. Jason's displeasure was evident even with his voice modulator and scent patches. "Just cause we ain't rich like you fuckers, don't mean we can't take care of ourselves. And you ain't never cared before, after all we're not really a pack according to you elitist fucks. Just a settlement of loners and outcasts. So why start caring now? "
"I hate seeing people suffer, Hood. And I know you hate seeing your people, your pack suffer too. I have the means to help, so that's what I aim to do."
Wayne had been right, of course. Jason's biggest priority always has and always will be the safety of the people of Crime Alley. It's why people chose him as Pack Alpha, even when it's an open secret within the Alley that he's an omega.
His pack being his priority is the reason Jason agreed to the truce Wayne outlined.
Jason sighs despondently. He only has himself to blame for how this all turned out, really. He was the one to make the final call, the one to offer himself up as the omega traditionally required for a feud settlement. Even if the Waynes don't exactly know that the pack alpha and the omega he offered up are one and the same.
But that's just it. The offered omega could have been anyone else. Jason wouldn't, couldn't, let it be anyone else.
Jason hears light footsteps near where he's now crouched down inspecting a flowering bush. His nose is filled with the warm smell of pumpkin spice and caramel apple, and he knows immediately who it is. He can also tell from the way the scent rots in his nose that the man is nervous.
Jason scowls as he stands up, quickly turning around as he does. To his credit, Richard Grayson-Wayne, or as the man introduced himself, Dick Grayson, doesn't flinch at Jason's sudden reaction. It disappoints Jason a little, the thought of unnerving the other man sounding appealing in the wake of everything else happening around him.
"What do you want?" Jason growls at him. Grayson raises his hands in surrender, trying to placate the aggressive omega.
"I just figured I'd come see how you're doing." Grayson replies gently, as though reassuring a distressed child. The faux sympathy and care grates at Jason's nerves, the artificial sweetness of his scent making Jason scrunch his nose. He chooses to glare daggers at the man, wishing he could impale him with the look alone.
"I'm doing great. Never been better. Now fuck off."
Grayson sighs at his response, turning to sit on a nearby bench instead of leaving.
"You're a lot more snappy when no one else is around, aren't you."
Of course he's not like this in public. To the public eye, Jason is the perfect little omega, ready to be married off and bred without any complaint. But here, his facade is down, and he doesn't really care to put it back up when it's only them. Who's really going to believe Grayson, when all evidence points to Jason being completely compliant.
Jason doesn't dignify that with a response. Instead, he lets his own scent of fallen leaves and paper books do the talking, a hint of angry flame charring the smell. The silence grows as he pretends to turn his attention back to the flowers beside him. Hopefully the alpha will take the hint and leave him alone.
Unfortunately, Grayson has other ideas.
"Listen, I know this probably isn't how you imagined getting mated, but just know that I plan on being the best mate I possibly can for you."
Jason lets out an unamused huff. He strokes the silky petal of one of the flowers to calm himself, trying to dampen the fire in his chest and in his scent. "Is that really your plan? Trying to woo the poor miserable Omega so he's nice and willing for when the matting finally happens. Well, let me tell you that that charm isn't going to work on me, so you might as well not even bother."
Grayson frowns. "I'm just trying to be nice here."
"Well, go try to be nice somewhere else so I can enjoy my last bit of freedom in peace."
"You make it sound like you're being imprisoned or something, not getting mated." Jason can tell Grayson means it as a tease, something to lighten the tense mood, but Jason is not in a joking mood. He whirls back around to face the alpha, feeling a little bad when he rips the petal still clutched between his fingers.
"Is that not what this is?" Jason snaps. "I'm being ripped from everything I know and forced to follow to rules of alphas who know nothing about me. I'm being forced to stay somewhere that doesn't smell like my pack while being told it's now my home. All because of the whims of a rich fuck who thinks he knows what's best for me and my people."
"You're not trapped here!" Grayson argues, a pleading tone in his phone. "It's not like you won't be able to visit your old pack. And Bruce is just trying to help. He knows how much you all suffer and he wants to do what he can to help. But everyone there is so hostile when he tries, in the end he couldn't think of any other solution."
Jason narrows his eyes. "Bruce, huh? Well, what about you? You make it sound like this is all his idea, but what is your role in all of this? Or did you just follow along with whatever Daddy dearest told you. Gonna lay down and let him pick your bride out for you. Let him bring me to you on a silver platter so you don't have to do any of the hard work to court someone yourself."
"Are you just going to let Red Hood do the same to you?" Grayson snaps back. Jason would feel proud for getting the man's calm attitude to snap, for the sharp hint of nutmeg that seeps into his scent, if it wasn't for the actual conversation.
"Fuck you." Jason bristles, the anger in his scent flaring even more. And really, he should have expected the retort. But at least he chose this for himself, and didn't let some big bad alpha make the decision for him. "Better me than someone else."
"You make it sound like you volunteered." Grayson looks unimpressed, a scoff in his voice.
"That's exactly what I fucking did."
"Really?" The alpha looks unconvinced, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You don't look happy for someone who chose to do this."
"Of course I'm not fucking happy about it. But I'm not gonna let another omega be forced to go through with this instead. I made my choice. I can handle myself. Who knows what would happen to someone else in this position?"
Grayson looks almost… dejected at Jason's response. His scent grows sickeningly sweet with rot.
"You do know we really do just want to help, right? We're not going to hurt you, or any other omega who would have come instead."
Jason scoffs. "When has a rich person saying they 'just wanna help' ever been telling the truth?"
Grayson doesn't respond for a moment, but when he does, his voice is soft and sad. "You really don't trust us, do you?"
"Rich people have never given me a reason to trust 'em."
"And yet you volunteered to be mated to one."
Jason's getting tired of this circling conversation. He makes himself seem bigger as he looms over the sitting alpha slouching in on himself. "Listen to me, and listen well, Grayson-"
"Dick." Grayson interrupts. Jason scowls at the interruption, so he continues. "Please. Call me Dick."
"Fine, Dick." And by the other's flinch, Jaspon knows he understands that he doesn't mean just the name with that word. Jason shoves a finger into Dick's chest as he goes on, "Now, don't fucking interrupt me when I'm talking. Especially when I just fucking asked ya to listen to me."
Jason has to take a deep breath to stop his anger from turning into an inferno before continuing. "After tomorrow I may be your mate, but my first priority will always be the alley. They are my people, and I have an obligation to them as a leader to protect them however I can. If I have to be bonded to a rich fuck to do so, then so be it. If I have to play the part of a perfect omega in public, consider it done. But if I find out later that Wayne didn't keep his word after all this, then us being mates won't prevent me from wreaking hell onto your pack. Do you understand me?"
"Leader?"
Jason stills. Fuck. He didn't even realize that little tidbit had slipped out, too full of anger and irritation to pay attention to what he was saying. And of course that's the part Dick decided to focus on in his threat.
Deciding to stay quiet, not quite knowing how to take back his words, Jason glares down at Dick on the bench. Dick decides to keep talking when he sees Jason has no plans to.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but the only leader in Crime Alley that I am aware of, as unofficial as he is, is Red Hood." Jason doesn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "And he's obviously…" Dick trails off, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Obviously what?" Jason can't help the sneer after the man takes a moment to continue. Dick ignores him in favor of voicing his thoughts.
"Red Hood wears scent patches to protect his identity." Dick states slowly. "Everyone outside of the alley assumes it's because of his stance on alphas using their privileges against others. But. Because of that, it's never actually been confirmed that he's an alpha at all."
Jason leans down over Dick, placing his hands on the back of the bench and bracketing each side of the alpha. He growls lowly, making sure the other knows just how much of a threat he is. Makes sure Dick Grayson is aware of just why it's so easy for people to mistake Jason for an alpha.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
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Jason glares down at his plate, stabbing his eggs and pancakes with a fork as he does so. He's certain his scent has slowly grown hints of decay and mildew the longer he sits. He would do anything to be anywhere but here right now.
Here, being the breakfast table of Wayne Manor on the day he is to be bonded with Dick. Wayne and Dick are the only members of the pack here at the moment, and the overwhelming stench of alpha makes Jason feel tense and uneasy. To top it all off, the two are talking as if he isn't even there. The only real acknowledgment of his existence from either alpha is the unreadable glances Dick throws his way every so often.
Like the one right now, as Dick glances over to him once more. Jason can't stop the scowl that takes over his face at the man's attention. Frowning at the sight, Dick looks back over to Wayne.
"Hey B, I have a question about the truce." Jason's scowl falters slightly at that.
"What's that, chum?"
"It's just. This whole thing stems off the idea of helping the people in Park Row, right?" Jason flinches at the sound of Crime Alley's 'official' name. No one in their pack actually calls it that and they've learned not to trust anyone who still calls it that. Wayne, oblivious to Jason's turmoil, nods, and Dick continues. "And all of our previous attempts failed because the people didn't trust us to actually help?"
"Where are you going with this?" Wayne asks, and Jason's eyes narrow at Dick as he wonders the same thing.
"Well, who's to say the people will suddenly trust us, simply because of this? Especially after the settlement calls for us to take one of their own. Someone who is a highly valued omega in their pack."
"Oh?" Wayne turns his attention for the first time to Jason. "This is the first I'm hearing about this."
Jason growls lowly. "S'not like you asked. And you would have just taken any omega we gave you, anyway."
Wayne narrows his eyes, going to respond before being interrupted.
"My question," Dick speaks the words loudly, cutting off any response Wayne tries to make. "is whether or not Jason will have any say in how, exactly, we help them?"
Jason turns his head to look back at Dick. The alpha is looking at him again, his expression still unreadable.
"Jason is from there, and the people know and trust him." Dick continues, keeping his eyes locked on Jason's. "If anyone is going to be able to help them after all of this, it'll be him."
Jason's eyes narrow as he tries to figure out just what Dick's game here is. Wayne's thoughtful hum is the only reason he looks away.
"That's true. If he's going to be a part of this either way, he may as well play an active role in it all. A Park Row native with Wayne resources may be what's needed to help them."
"Exactly." Dick smiles, still looking at Jason. Jason doesn't return it.
"After the ceremony, we will discuss this more thoroughly." With a decisive nod, Wayne steers the conversation to other topics. Jason can't help the anger that seeps through his veins. The entire conversation had been about him, making plans for him, and yet not once did either alpha actually ask his opinion. He has a feeling if he had tried to speak up, he would have just been talked over either way.
They finish up their food, Jason remaining quiet and giving the alphas as much attention as they're once more giving him. Which is to say almost none. As soon as Wayne leaves the room, however, Jason strikes.
"I didn't need your help." Jason snarls at Dick.
"You may not have needed it but I wanted to give it anyway." Dick responds simply as he stands, his voice neutral.
"Well I don't need your fucking pity either." Jason slams his hand on the table as he pushes himself up as well. "I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, Jason. You're the Red Hood, after all. I've heard about the things you've been able to accomplish under that moniker."
"Exactly. I'm the fucking Red Hood. I don't need you stupid alphas speaking up for me, making plans for me as if I'm incapable of doing things myself. And I don't need your stupid help in taking care of my people."
"If you don't need our help, then why did you accept it?" Jason glares at the man silently once more, making his answer as obvious as possible in the icy heat of it. Dick frowns. "You know we wouldn't have done anything to hurt you if you said no, right? You or your pack. I told you before, we really do just want to help."
"And I told you before, I'll never trust those words from rich fucks like you."
"Language" a voice chides, and both men jump at the interruption. Jason turns to see Alfred, the beta butler of the Wayne Pack, standing in the entrance of the room. Jason's not sure how long he's been there, how much he heard. "Master Jason, would you like another cup of tea?"
Jason puts on a genuine smile for the man, as small as it is. Alfred is the only bitch in this pack that Jason respects, and he'll be damned if he's rude to the beta simply because he's aggravated at one of his pack mates.
"No thank you, Alfred." He says politely, before turning back to Dick and sending a venomous glare his way. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a ceremony to prepare for."
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"You still have time to back out." To an outside observer, it would look as if Jason was whispering in the corner to Red Hood. An omega speaking to his soon-to-be-former pack alpha one last time. But obviously Jason knows it's not really Red Hood under there. Instead, he knows that under that helmet is Alejandra, Jason's second in command so to speak. The alpha who is set to take over the role of Red Hood if anything were to happen to Jason. Say, for example, if Jason were to be traded to another pack as part of a feud settlement.
(When 'Hood' first walked in, Dick looked across the room at Jason, his eyebrow quirked. Jason just scowled back in response and made the decision to ignore the man unless absolutely necessary.)
"You know I can't do that, A. I'm not gonna let anyone else be forced to take part of this outdated fucking tradition."
"Do you really think you can keep up the perfect omega role for the rest of your life? We all know that ain't you, Jay. You're more alpha than half the ones we've met."
"It won't be forever. I just need to make sure Wayne keeps his word on helping the alley. 'Sides. My mate-to-be already knows I ain't some damsel. He figured out I'm Hood. He knows I won't take shit from him."
"I just don't want you to be unhappy. You mean a lot to all of us, we want what's best for you."
"What's best for me is what's best for the pack."
That's all there is to it.
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To call the event a "bonding ceremony" would be overselling it. There's no actual bonding involved, that part coming in a more private setting later on, and the ceremony itself is more for formalities than anything else. Honoring tradition and all that. All it consists of is pack alphas getting together, signing the treaty, giving some speeches, and offering up the intended pair to seal the deal.
There isn't even really much of an audience. A handful of members of each pack sit in chairs, surrounding a table where the treaty lay waiting to be signed. Jason had handpicked each of his pack members there, all people Jason knows will have his back if anything somehow goes sideways. The Wayne pack consists of two out of four of Wayne's other children and Alfred. Sitting around the table is an officiant with Wayne and Dick on one side of him, and 'Red Hood' and Jason on the other.
The ceremony doesn't take any longer than forty-five minutes total, but it feels like eternity for Jason. Most of it is spent reading the treaty out loud, or reading out some bullshit speeches that Jason mostly tunes out. Blah blah "-packs coming together-" blah blah "-stand together in hardship-" blah blah "-the bonding-"
Oh wait, Jason should probably pay attention to this part.
"-gnifies the union of the two packs. Just as there is no hatred among mates," and Jason has to hold back his snort at that sentiment. "there shall no longer be hatred between our packs."
Wayne signals for Dick to stand, which he does without hesitation. "And so I offer my alpha son, Richard Grayson-Wayne, to bond with the omega of the Crime Alley Pack's choosing, so that our packs may finally be at peace with each other." With that, Wayne sits down, and looks to 'Red Hood' to give his own speech.
Jason had, of course, given Alejandra a pre-written speech to read out for this part. And she does a perfect job, emphasizing the exact spots Jason would have while still sticking to the script. Jason has the whole thing memorized, so he takes a moment to look around. He makes eye contact with Dick and the intensity he sees behind the gaze gives him pause.
Jason would love nothing more than to take that gaze as a challenge, to stand up and give his own damn speech. To let people know that this is his choice, he's not the obedient little omega they want him to be. But, he's doing this for his people, he can't fuck this up just for his own pride.
Even still, Jason holds Dick's gaze, not looking away in submission. If he were anyone else, Jason would have played his part. But as much as he dislikes the alpha, Jason does have to admit that he's glad he doesn't have to act with him.
To Jason's absolute shock, Dick is first to subvert his eyes. Jason blinks, still staring at the man's head. What just happened? Jason has never seen an alpha give up a battle for dominance so quickly. He looks around to see if anyone noticed, but they are all too focused on the speech. He looks back to Dick, who's looking at him once more, and the man gives him a small smile. Just… what the absolute fuck is happening?
Out of the corner of his eye, Jason sees Alejandra subtly motion towards him. He tunes back into the speech to hear it reaching it's conclusion. When Alejandra more visibly motions to him, he stands up.
"And so I offer my omega pack-mate, Jason Peter Todd, to bond with the alpha that the Wayne Pack's has presented, so that our packs can come together to aid and better one another."
Jason looks around the room, looking at each face that is currently watching him. Once more, his gaze falls to Dick, who is looking back at him. The challenge in his eye is still there, and this time Jason can't help himself from speaking up.
He places a hand on Alejandra's shoulder, and straightens up a bit.
"And so I offer myself, Jason Peter Todd, to bond with the alpha of the Wayne Pack's choosing." Wayne looks like he wants to reprimand Jason for speaking out of line, but knows he can't. He's not Jason's pack alpha until after Dick and him have bonded. Instead, Wayne looks to 'Red Hood', as if expecting him to reprimand his 'unruly' omega. Instead, Alejandra bows her head as a sign for him to continue. There are sounds of confusion throughout the room at the submission. Jason ignores them as he continues.
"Not so that our packs may be at peace, but so that my pack will be safe."
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End Note: So what did y'all think? I hope it turned out alright.
Chapter 2 will have some of my favorite parts so far, and is also where the Explicit rating comes into play. I'll edit the tags and what-not per chapter.
I made a post on Tumblr going into some of the world building for this fic (check it out here). The first part is important for chapter 2, but the second part goes into what each canon character's scent is.
If you're curious about Alejandra's scent, the base scent is pine leaves, leather and a hint of citrus. Positive emotions give off leather and fresh pine leaves, negative emotions give off rotting pine leaves, and anger gives off sour citrus.
If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk.
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Weak For You
Written for @omegatimweek2025 day 5
AO3 Fandom: Batman All Media Types Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Relationship: Jason Todd/Tim Drake Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake Tags: omegatimweek, soulmates, alternate universe - soulmates, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega Tim Drake, alpha Jason Todd, internalized misogyny, but like omegaverse flavored, Canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, canon typical violence, Jason Todd is red Hood, Tim Drake is Robin, no beta we die like Jason Todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person
Summary: Tim Drake is not allowed to be weak. Yet that's all he feels when he discovers that Jason Todd is his soulmate.
A/N: Have another soulmate AU. Don't know what else to say other than I hope y'all enjoy.
Omega Tim Day 5: Mint: Breeding kink | Soul-mate | Omega keeps coming because of knot
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Tim Drake is not weak. Or, more accurately, Tim Drake is not allowed to be weak. As Jack and Janet Drake's only child, Tim must portray himself as a strong heir who is capable of running Drake Industries once he turns eighteen. He must be fierce, and stubborn, and ruthless and so many other things his parents have repeatedly lectured him on growing up.
To put it how society sees it: Tim Drake must be an alpha.
There's a slight issue with this. Tim is not, in fact, an alpha. Not many people know this, hell, Tim is fairly certain his own parents don't even know. But it doesn't end there. Not only is Tim not an alpha, but he's also not a beta, or even just unpresented. No, Tim is an omega. Someone who society often looks down upon, someone who society sees as weak.
And if there's one thing Tim has learned in his life, it's that he is not allowed to be weak.
When Tim first presents, he is alone. Of course, Tim is used to being alone. But Tim is alone during his first heat, and all subsequent heats, and he has a feeling that will always be the case. Tim is not allowed to be weak. Tim must present himself as strong. Tim must present himself as alpha.
So Tim buys scent blockers, claims it's to hide his overwhelming alpha scent, and goes about his life. He learns to be fierce, stubborn, ruthless and every other trait an alpha leader needs to be. He fools everyone around him. And, after becoming Robin, he even fools Batman himself. He lets everyone believe he is strong and he makes sure there's a reason to believe it.
Tim Drake is strong. He's had to forge himself that way.
But sometimes, despite his best efforts, he's still not strong enough.
Times like now, where Tim is bruised and battered on the floor of Titan's Tower, unable to get up quick enough to avoid another kick to the stomach.
"Do you think you're that good now?" The alpha above him (Jason, Tim's brain oh so helpfully reminds him. That's Robin) is saying. "Do you really, Tim?"
And Tim replies the way he's been taught, the way that shows no weakness, shows that he refuses to go down. "Yes."
Jason snarls, his minty scent biting Tim's senses with the overwhelming anger hate betrayal hurt it holds. There's something else there, something almost like protection, but Tim blows it off. It's not like Jason is trying to protect him, so it doesn't matter in this moment.
Jason snatches the front of Tim's uniform, the rip of the fabric echoing loudly in the room. The Robin "R" has been ripped off, leaving behind a hole that displays the compression shirt Tim wears underneath.
"You're weak." Jason spits, tossing the fabric to the side as if it means nothing. And it doesn't, not right now. Tim's too busy focusing on Jason's words, the words he's fought to disprove his whole life. "You're weak, and I defeated you. Imagine if someone with less… mercy were in my shoes."
This sure doesn't feel like mercy, Tim can't help but think, despite knowing that it could be worse. He could be dead. Instead, he's merely a bit bruised and cut up, but not nearly enough to cripple him for any significant amount of time.
Tim snarls, not letting Jason think he's given up. "If you're not going to kill me, then what do you want?"
Jason laughs. It's not a kind laugh. "Oh, little bird, I want a lot of things." He leans closer to Tim, crouching down to meet his eyes. Well, meet his eyes through the masks at least. It seems like Jason has this same thought, because he's suddenly rummaging through his pockets and pulling out solvent for the domino masks.
Tim doesn't fight it as Jason takes his mask off. It's not like Jason doesn't know who he is at this point. There's no real reason to stop him. And Tim needs to save his energy for when he gets an opening to get away.
After Jason gets Tim's off, he moves to his own. It doesn't take long, and he's speaking before he even has it all the way off his face.
"But what I want most, is-" Jason cuts himself off as his unobstructed gaze meets Tim's for the first time. Tim feels a chill run down his spine as he stares into the blue-green eyes of his idol. No… it's not just a chill. It's something else entirely. Something Tim's never felt before in his life.
Jason seems to feel it as well. "What the fuck?"
"Soulmates." Tim can't help the whisper that escapes his lips as he continues staring into those gorgeous eyes. Soulmates. It's the only explanation to the heat that Tim can feel crawling under his skin, to the fire that lights up every nerve in his body.
Tim might as well have screamed the word with the way Jason flinches at it. "No. There's no fucking way you're my soulmate." He growls.
Jason's scent seems to differ, as it slowly moves from anger hate into interest want protect soulmate mine. Tim's not sure what his own scent would say, considering he's still wearing his blockers, just as he has since the moment he presented.
"I refuse to believe the fucking replacement is my soulmate," Jason continues. "I'm not even interested in alphas. This must be some fucked up joke."
Every filter in Tim's head is failing with the knowledge that Jason Todd is Tim's soulmate. Which means there's nothing to stop his next words from tumbling out of his mouth. "I'm not an alpha."
Jason's eyes widen slightly before narrowing in confusion and disbelief. "That's not what every source I've seen seems to say."
"Yeah, well, the public sees what I want them to." Tim hesitates a moment before reaching up to the scent blockers on his neck. Is he really doing this? Nobody, not even Bruce, knows what his scent is, knows he's not the alpha he pretends to be. But, Jason is his soulmate. He deserves to know.
And so, with only a little more hesitation, Tim pulls the patch off, allowing his sweet chocolate-coffee scent to fill the room. Tim's not at all surprised at the want love protect mine that comes intermingled with it. He's certain that would all be present even if Jason wasn't his soulmate. Jason was his Robin, after all. Soulmate or not.
Jason's eyes widen once more, but this time they stay that way as he takes in the scent revealed to him. Tim can see the gears turning in the man's head, can only imagine what he's thinking about all this.
"Fuck," Jason finally says, leaning down closer to Tim. He places his nose in the crook of Tim's neck and takes a deep breath in. "Fuck, Tim. You smell so good. Why would you hide this?"
"I'm not weak," is the only thing Tim can think to say, a muscle memory response if anything. Everything else is mush in the wake of Jason's hot breath on his neck. Jason lets out a snort, and Tim shivers at the feeling.
"You're not weak," Jason repeats, keeping his face hidden in Tim's neck as he goes on, "and I wasn't strong enough. What a fucking match we are."
"Jason…" Tim doesn't really know what to say to that. Doesn't know how to vocalize that Jason's death wasn't his own fault, that it doesn't mean he's weak. Jason cuts in before he can continue.
"It's fine, baby bird." Jason finally pulls away to look at Tim's face. "I don't have to be strong to be an alpha. Just like being an omega doesn't make you weak."
It's Tim's turn to widen his eyes. Sure, he knows that being an omega doesn't really make someone weak. But after years of hearing that rhetoric thrown at him constantly, hearing someone tell Tim to his face that it's wrong causes something to crack a little inside of him.
Tim tries to distract them both from the tears forming in his eyes with a joke. "Weren't you the one calling me weak not ten minutes ago?"
Jason barely takes the bait. "A lot of things have changed since then." Jason runs his fingers through Tim's hair, and Tim can't help as he involuntarily leans into the touch. "Speaking of, I think we should get you patched up, don't you agree?"
Tim lets out an unconscious keen as Jason moves to take his hand away. Jason chuckles slightly as he instead carefully picks Tim up bridal style.
"How could I ever possibly have wanted to hurt you," Jason whispers, placing a small kiss on Tim's forehead, "when you're this adorable?"
Tim doesn't respond, choosing to curl in closer to Jason's chest. The heat of the soulbond still burns through Tim, and he knows they're going to have to talk about that sooner or later. But for now, he's content to just let Jason carry him off to the med-bay.
~~~~~
Jason's done a lot of bad things in his life. Made a lot of mistakes. But he's pretty sure this takes the fucking cake. Because he just beat up a kid. Even worse, he just beat up a kid who also just so happens to be his goddamn soulmate.
His soulmate, who felt he had to hide his omega status from the world. His reasoning? I'm not weak. The boy's words continue to echo in Jason's head. Despite what Jason said before, he never really thought that about the kid. Tim is strong, both in will and in muscle. Jason had never once thought to question the reports he found while researching him that claimed he's an alpha. It made sense, in Jason's head. Made sense that Bruce had picked up the first goddamn black-haired blue-eyed alpha he saw and put him in a dead boy's clothes.
Jason knows he can't take back what he's already done to the omega, but he can do the next best thing. He brings him into the Tower's med-bay and lays him down on one of the cots. He works quickly, pulling out the bruise cream and bandages and antibiotics and anything else he thinks he'll need to help Tim. He's so glad he didn't go as far as he wanted with him. Glad their discovery stopped him from hurting his soulmate any more than he already did.
It doesn't take long to get Tim cleaned up and wrapped. Once the last bandage is in place, there's nothing left to keep Jason distracted from the silence that's fallen over them since Jason first picked the boy up.
Jason can feel Tim's gaze boring into him as he begins pacing around the medbay with the excuse of cleaning up, nevermind the fact that everything is already back in its proper place and all trash has been disposed of.
"Jason." Tim finally says. Jason halts in his movements, but doesn't turn to look at the other. He can't see him, but he can smell the emotions starting to creep into the boy's scent. Anxiety rejection sad please mine mourning love. They're all over the place, and Jason's having trouble figuring out what they all mean.
Jason sighs. "Yeah?"
"Can you look at me?" His voice is just as pleading as his scent. Jason takes a deep breath before turning. He meets the eyes of his soulmate once more.
Tim's eyes are indescribable. They're an icy blue, cold at first glance but filled with a hidden spark the deeper you look. They're the eyes of someone who's spent so long hiding who they are in order to be what everyone wants them to be. Jason longs to melt away the icy exterior and show the world how strong Tim is even without the crutch of an alpha label.
Jason feels a jolt run through him, the same one he felt the first time they locked eyes without their masks. It's just as electrifying as before, lightning traveling throughout his body and activating every nerve he has as he holds eye contact. There's no mistaking the feeling. Tim is his soulmate. And honestly, Jason is already starting to see why.
Jason closes his eyes and lets out another deep sigh. He makes his way over to Tim. Slouching onto the cot, Jason brings one foot up so he can turn and face the other. Tim's still staring at him, his eyes calculating as he watches Jason's every movement.
"So what does this mean?" Jason asks.
"Well, what do you want it to mean?" Tim asks cautiously.
"I don't fucking know," Jason throws his hands in the air in exasperation. "I came here looking to teach you a lesson, and instead I ended up with a fucking soulmate. Excuse me for not knowing how to proceed from here."
"Why exactly did you want to hurt me?"
Jason groans at the question. "The point wasn't to hurt you."
Tim scoffs disbelievingly, and well, fair.
"It wasn't. I wanted to teach you and Bruce a lesson, and hurting you was just a means to the end."
"And what lesson was that, exactly?"
"No more dead Robins." Jason says it without missing a beat. It's a mantra he's repeated to himself over and over again. It's the one part of his plan he still believes wholeheartedly, despite this little detour. "I wanted you both to see what exactly happens when someone gets put into those scaly pants."
"I wouldn't have stopped." Tim replies, resolute. "No matter what you tried."
"Yeah, I think I can see that." Jason smirks. "'You're not weak', right."
Tim flinches, and that's not the reaction Jason had been hoping for. Before he can apologize, though, Tim speaks. "I'm sorry."
Jason blinks. "What the hell are you sorry for?"
Tim shrinks into himself a little. "Sorry for lying and making you think I'm an alpha."
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, kid. It's not like it was personal." Jason blows out some air. "Besides, I get it. Just like omegas are made out to be weak and whatnot, alphas are made out to be some macho ass bastards who aren't allowed to show emotions. It gets hard trying to live up to those expectations."
Tim lets out a little snort. It's kind of adorable. "That doesn't sound like you at all."
Jason raises an eyebrow. "Do I need to remind you who I am? Red Hood? Cold blooded killer? Ring any bells?"
"You show so many emotions." Tim states and it throws Jason off. "You always have. Sure, you've been showing more anger as the Red Hood, but that's not all you are. I've seen you, Jason. When you were Robin, I saw you as you wore your heart on your sleeve."
"I'm not that kid anymore." Jason cuts in.
"Maybe not," Tim concedes, "but you can't tell me you don't feel anything anymore. I've seen how Red Hood treats the alley kids and street workers. I don't think you've changed as much as you think you have."
Jason stays quiet at that, and Tim takes the moment to hesitantly scoot closer to him. Their knees brush, and Jason doesn't pull away. Tim takes that as an invitation to lean into Jason's side.
"You were my Robin," Tim states softly, low enough that Jason has to strain to hear it. "Sure, Dick was my hero, but you were the Robin I watched. I saw you at your best, and at your worst, and I loved you through it all." Jason's breath hitches at the confession. "You're still that same boy, Jason. Strong willed, determined, empathetic. And I'm so glad that I get to have you as my soulmate."
Jason doesn't know how to respond to that. So he doesn't. Instead, he reaches his arm up to bring it around Tim's shoulder and pull the boy even closer to him.
~~~~~
End note: Have another case of "this was supposed to be a smut fic but then feelings got in the way and I decided to leave it as is". (I had originally wanted to include every prompt for today) I'm not even gonna bother promising to possibly write a smutty continuation because I haven't yet for any of the other fics I've done this with, lol.
Can you tell I have a thing for soulmate aus where the soulmates are people who have a list a mile long on why they shouldn't be together.
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