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Dick might have worried about it, if there had ever been any doubt in his mind.
Bruce was an alpha. About as alpha as you could get without straining something, if he was being honest about it. And Talia was an omega. And ever since they were little, it was obvious Damian took after his mom.
Sure, he was headstrong and cocksure, but he was always little, always smaller than the other boys his age. His features were all aquiline grace. He was strong, but he never bulked up like the rest of them did. The family took pains to continue his training, of course. Omega or not, he was a bat, and he was going to need to know how to protect himself.
But he wouldn’t start fights, not like Dick or Jason or the others would. He’d finish fights, sure, and he was wary and clever and fast. But he wouldn’t go out looking for trouble, wouldn’t round off a mouthy statement with a cocky grin. Dami was stubborn, stubborn as any of them, and terrifying when he had half a mind to be, but underneath his cool exterior he wanted to fit in. Wanted to be liked. He’d never admit it, but Dick knew he wanted to be a part of the family.
So it never even occurred to Dick that his littlest brother wouldn’t be the omega in the family. Every pack had to have one, it was the law. And in their family, it was going to be Damian. Tiny, quick-witted little Dami.
—
Dick’s own presentation had been late, when he was already in his twenties. They knew he would be an alpha a full week before it happened, just by the smell of him. Dick couldn’t smell himself, but Bruce had taken to wrinkling his nose slightly when he came near, chafing at the scent of another alpha in such a close space. Dick was treated to the same chafing when it was Jason’s turn to present, barely a year later, and it only got worse as the rest of his family presented alpha, one after another. It was almost unbearable on the rare occasions they happened to be at the manor at the same time. They got snappy with each other for the smallest things. Steph literally growled at Bruce. Jason almost took a bite out of Tim on more than one occasion.
It would be better, they knew, after Damian changed; the light, autumn-leaf smell of an omega did wonders against the abrasive blend of conflicting alphas.
Damian at twelve was cute; all warm dark skin and floppy hair. By the time he was fifteen he was getting alarmingly large, taller by the day it seemed, just like his dad. Dick teased him about the muscle he was putting on, telling him he was going to be the strongest omega in the world. Damian didn’t seem too concerned about it, more focused on his patrols and studies than what his body was doing.
By the time he was sixteen he was two inches taller than Dick. That should have been his first warning. Dick just thought it was hilarious that his little omega brother was such a mountain.
The years kept passing, and Damian kept not presenting as an omega, but it never occurred to any of them to worry about it.
—
Then one morning Dick woke up to the smell of burnt rubber. He scrunched his nose up, close to gagging, and looked around to make sure his bedroom wasn’t on fire. It wasn’t, but something was. Fortunately he had stayed the night at the manor after patrol, so he didn’t have to worry about his own apartment burning down around his ears. He slipped out of his room to wander the halls, trying to find the source of the stink. Most of the family was out—staying with Jason or Babs or the League, no doubt—but he checked their rooms just in case.
He followed his nose to Damian’s open bedroom door. He was still asleep, seemingly unphased by the godawful stink. Bruce, on the other hand, was sitting in the adjacent dining room, a shadow in the shadows.
“What the hell happened in here?” Dick asked, rubbing his nose. “Did Jason throw his suit on the fire again?”
Bruce shook his head.
“It’s Damian. He’s an alpha.”
—
Dick gave it three days, just in case it really was a burning tyre or something. He had no idea how Bruce was keeping Alfred and the rest of the family away, because no one else showed up to chafe at the new-alpha smell.
Damian spent the three days growing more and more restless. Bruce spent them avoiding Dick. Dick mostly spent them numb, thinking.
He’d presented almost a decade ago, the damage was mostly done, but Damian… Damian was getting so big, and he was headstrong, already more of an alpha in three days than Dick had managed to become in ten years. He might even get bigger than Jason, good lord.
Dick stood in the bathroom, wiping the condensation off the mirror and staring at his reflection in the glass. He was trimmer than his brothers. Prettier, with full lips and wide blue eyes. His body was lean, his muscles less defined, his limbs made for acrobatics rather than brute strength. He’d hoped some of his softer qualities would go away after he presented. Now he just felt sick as he forced himself to be glad they hadn’t.
There had to be a pack omega. Bruce was too much in the spotlight for his family to get away with going undetected, and if they got discovered trying to circumvent this law then it could mean all manner of nasty repercussions. Maybe Bruce would face jail time. Maybe they’d take Damian away.
Dick bowed his head so he didn’t have to watch his reflection unsuccessfully choke back tears.
—
Bruce offered to call Oracle, to broadcast a family emergency and bring everyone back to the manor, to talk it out. Maybe they’d choose their omega together. Dick thought about someone else offering to take his place, and for a shining moment he was almost weightless with relief. It didn’t have to be him.
And then he remembered that if it wasn’t him it was going to be Jason, or Tim, or Steph, or Cass, or Duke, or—God forbid—Damian himself. All alphas, sure, but still so young.
He was the older brother. It was his job to protect them.
“Don’t tell Babs,” he begged Bruce. “Don’t tell any of them.”
“They might be able to help. They could have ideas for—”
“Bruce,” Dick said.
For a moment something akin to devastation crossed Bruce’s face, though it was gone a heartbeat later, for which Dick was obscenely glad. If Batman couldn’t get through this then Dick stood no chance.
“We don’t even know if it’ll work,” Bruce said finally, drawing out the last straw of the argument. “You might not even be eligible.”
—
And that’s how they ended up at the omega clinic in Metropolis, Dick’s stomach filled with equal parts determination and fear.
One omega in every pack. That was the rule. So it’s not like he was the only person to ever have to go through this. Probably not even the only person here for it today.
He glanced around the waiting room, filled with people mostly younger than him. Teenagers, some with parents, some alone.
He was a full grown adult, of course, he could have come without his guardian. Probably should have. But for some reason he’d wanted Bruce there as he went through this.
That’s why you’re the omega, he chastised himself. His face went red and he stared at the floor. Best not to speculate about anyone else. He could almost feel the gazes of the other people waiting their turn. Whispers began to start up. Bruce was easily recognised, even outside of Gotham, which made it obvious who was beside him. Dick cringed. A Wayne-pack omegatisation wasn’t exactly scandalous enough to earn a front page story, but it’d still make the papers. There wouldn’t be any way to hide this.
—
The woman who called his name was an omega herself, pretty and sweet. Dick and Bruce both inhaled appreciatively as they followed her back to the examination room, and Dick realized with a start that before long he wouldn’t be attracted to her at all. Or maybe he would, and that would be even worse.
“You’re here for an omegatisation prep, honey?” she asked, and her voice was high, like a bell. Dick hoped his voice wouldn’t get like that. She glanced at him, then did a double take, looking him over before checking his paperwork. It was obvious she recognised him and was wondering why Bruce Wayne’s famously alpha pack-son was at an omega clinic.
“My little brother,” he mumbled, and realization dawned on her face.
“Ah. Well, prior presentation as an alpha isn’t necessarily a disqualifier for omegatisation. I’m just going to take a quick history and some vital signs and then you can see the doctor, okay?” She gave him a wide smile. Dick glanced at Bruce.
“Yeah, okay.”
She had him stand on the scale and took his blood pressure and listened to various things in his chest and belly, making little marks on her clipboard as she went. And she asked questions—did he drink, did he smoke, was he sexually active, were there any other omegas in the family, had any other family members undergone omegatisation, any family history of blood disorders, heart disease, diabetes.
Dick didn’t know all the answers about his family history. Bruce had to fill in. So there, there was a legitimate reason for him to have come along. He tried not to cringe as he divulged his sexual history in front of Bruce, either. He was an adult, for crying out loud. But she didn’t actually care what he’d done with his cock so long as he hadn’t been active in a way that would impact the omega channel. No, ma’am, he definitely had not been fucked in the ass. She seemed pleased about that. Right. To everyone in this clinic he may as well be a virgin. An unused omega.
After what seemed like forever, she clicked the pen closed and set the clipboard on the table.
“This all looks good! All that’s left is the physical examination and that’ll tell us all we need to know.”
She retrieved a towel from the cabinet by the door, methodically unfolding it and laying it over the examination table. Dick had been trying not to look at it. It was a professional gray, padded, with buckles for restraint straps (thankfully missing now) and, most embarrassingly, a pair of high metal stirrups. The stirrups had socks wrapped around them to keep them soft, and that didn’t help.
Every time Dick looked at it, he could see what he would look like lying on it, his legs spread wide and his ass held high, on display for the whole room.
And here she was, laying the towel over the top (for his comfort, ha) like he was ever going to look at that thing with anything other than terror.
“Go ahead and get undressed, lay down on the table, and the doctor will be in shortly.”
She left the room to give him some privacy and he glanced at Bruce. His face was grim and determined, but when he caught Dick’s eye, he looked away.
“Better get on with it, chum,” he said. Gruff.
“Why don’t you get on with it,” Dick snapped, and then immediately regretted it. This wasn’t Bruce’s fault.
He stripped his clothes off one layer at a time, folding them and leaving them on the chair by the door. Then, naked, he sat on the edge of the table. He wasn’t putting his feet in the stirrups until he absolutely needed to.
It seemed like forever until there was a knock on the door. Bruce told them to come in. Dick seemed to have lost his voice.
It was incredibly strange, sitting there completely naked in front of Bruce and Doctor Roberts as the two of them made introductions and small talk, noticeably stilted on Bruce’s side. After a moment, the doctor turned to Dick.
“So this is my patient?”
“Yes, sir,” Dick murmured. He couldn’t meet the man’s eyes.
“Well, I will say, I hope you’re a good candidate. With your features you’ll make a beautiful omega. Not like some of the alphas I get through here.”
Dick scowled at the floor. This was bad enough without being reminded that he was the pretty brother.
Doctor Roberts pulled a pair of white latex gloves over his hands, making further small talk with Bruce while he prepared his tools.
“Now, I assume you’re familiar with the process? What it entails?”
“I know the basics,” Dick grumbled. He was trying not to think about it.
“Good!” the doctor responded, not reacting to his tone. “Go ahead and lie back on the table, and put your hands up above your head if you don’t mind.”
Dick did as he was told, keeping his eyes on the chipped plaster squares of the drop ceiling. Cold rubber pressed against his chest as the doctor examined him. The scent glands on his neck were palpated. He knew they’d get significantly more sensitive when he was omegatised. His nipples were pinched between impersonal fingers, making them harden almost immediately. The doctor continued to stroke them, pinching and twisting gently, stopping only when Dick let out a hiss.
“They’ll get a much worse beating when a pup gets to them,” the doctor laughed, expanding his palpitations to the areas around Dick’s nipples. “They’re not as large as I’d like, but the plumbing is all there. Sometimes it atrophies in presented alphas, so it’s important to check.”
Dick stared at the ceiling, trying to imagine holding his pup to his chest. He couldn’t.
“The nipples will probably get larger after the conversion, as well as darker. Some patients see an increase in breast size, but that’s usually only seen in females or males with a much higher body fat content than you have. Still, fair warning.”
Dick looked down over his own naked body, trying to memorize the alpha of it. He wished the doctor would stop talking.
“Moment of truth!” he announced instead, patting the socked stirrup. “Scoot forward and put your feet up here.”
Dick could see the blush spreading all the way down his naked chest as he scooted forward, letting his ass rest on the edge of the examination table. He glanced to the side, but Bruce wouldn’t meet his eyes. Instead he crossed to the head of the table and stood by Dick’s shoulder. Dick figured that was all the privacy that he was going to get, and hesitantly raised his feet into the stirrups.
He closed his eyes, not even wanting to see the ceiling. He tried to retreat, meditate, anything to take his mind away from the humiliation of having a stranger stare at him like this.
The doctor made an approving noise, and Dick heard a drawer opening.
“Have you ever been anally penetrated?” the doctor asked, and Dick had gasped out a shocked “No!” before he even stopped to think about the question. The doctor chuckled.
“No need to sound so shocked, kid. Plenty of alphas enjoy anal play, and once you’re an omega, well.”
He didn’t need to finish the statement. Dick knew damn well what an omega’s role was. He closed his eyes again, but he couldn’t shake the image of lying back and taking it, some big hairy alpha crawling on top of him and rutting into his ass.
He felt vaguely sick.
“This is going to be cold,” the doc said, interrupting his thoughts. A moment later Dick felt a cold slick digit circling the pucker of his ass. It took all his willpower not to jerk away as the finger pressed into him, icy and slimy.
“Hmm. You’re very tight. Even for an alpha. That might cause problems if we don’t address it during the omegatisation.”
Dick groaned, not at all wanting to discuss this, particularly not with Bruce in the room. After the omegatisation he planned on dying a virgin, or at least the omega version of one, so the tightness of his omega channel was utterly inconsequential.
Doctor Roberts’s other hand was braced on his ass, and Dick found he couldn’t look down the table at him because every time he did he swore the only expression on the doctor’s face was… hunger.
“You might feel some pressure here,” the doctor continued, and Dick felt a second digit slipping in beside the first. Even with the lube, it was uncomfortable, and he squirmed against the intrusion.
“We’re not even halfway there yet, kid. I’m going to need to use the speculum for a full examination. It’s going to be a hell of a stretch, but I want to make absolutely sure all the parts are present and functional before I give the okay to continue. Are you ready?”
“Just do it,” Dick groaned, and within a few seconds the fingers withdrew. They were replaced by something cold, and hard, and slicked with the same goo as before. It pressed into him, deep, uncomfortably deep, and before he could adjust to it there was a clicking ratcheting sound and the thing expanded.
Dick cried out, he couldn’t help it, and reached desperately for Bruce. His fingers clenched tightly around the immaculately pressed sleeve of his suit and he focused on that, not the tears rising in his eyes or the pained noises coming from his throat as the ratcheting continued and the doc stretched him open further.
It burned and cramped, and Dick could feel his muscles trying helplessly to clench closed around the intrusion. The speculum was unrelenting, holding him open for the doctor’s inspection. Dick felt fingers inside him, deep in his body, probing and pressing into his most private areas.
Bruce’s hand was around his, holding him tight as he tried to breathe through it. The doc made his observations out loud, seemingly unconcerned by Dick’s distress.
“Looks like you could have gone either way—all the omega parts are here. I’m actually a little surprised you presented alpha in the first place. You’ve got the makings for a wonderful omega channel here, all you need is a little push in the right direction.”
Dick let out a choked gasp when he remembered what that ‘little push’ actually entailed.
More prodding, more pressure.
“The cervix is here, which means that just around here, you should have—”
Dick’s eyes flew open as colors burst across his vision. The doctor chuckled and he realized that his cock had hardened halfway just from that gentle pressure.
“What was that?” he gasped, when the colors had dissipated.
“That is the last piece I needed to check before giving you the green light. It’s a gland that produces omega hormones and if you didn’t have one, there would be no point continuing. But yours is present and healthy and quite sensitive, by the feel of it. So, congratulations Mr. Wayne; your son is a perfect candidate for omegatisation. I see no reason why he shouldn’t be able to conceive and bear pups, once the process is complete.”
Other than me dying a virgin, Dick thought to himself. But he stayed quiet. The law said he had to be an omega—it didn’t say he had to act on it.
“—some painkillers, and we can get started,” the doc was saying, and Dick snapped out of his thoughts.
“What? Now?”
Bruce was still by his shoulder.
“Do you want to postpone?”
“Isn’t it a surgery? Don’t they have to put me under? Don’t I have to not eat for a day or something?”
“We won’t need to use a general anesthetic,” the doc said easily. He was filling a syringe from a small vial and Dick’s heart began to race.
“B, no, please, I can’t—”
“Doctor Roberts, we can give it a few days, can’t we?”
“Of course, but fair warning, I do have to report non-compliance for failure to adhere to the omega requirements for your pack.” He rolled his chair back between Dick’s still-spread legs, totally at ease, setting the prepped needle and some swabs at the ready, like he already knew how this was going to go.
Bruce was looking down at him, nothing but understanding on his face. “You wanna get out of here, chum?” And he’d do it, Dick knew he’d do it. If Dick wanted to leave Bruce wouldn’t make him stay.
Dick clutched at him tighter. “Just get me through this,” he choked. “Bruce, please, just. God, I can’t—”
Bruce leaned down over him, a big wall of shoulder and muscle that blocked out most of the room. Dick rubbed his face into Bruce’s neck, something which hadn’t been soothing for years. It had to be horrible for Bruce. Distressed alpha wasn’t exactly a pleasing smell. But he just rumbled low and let Dick scent him, getting tears all over his collar.
That’s why you’re the omega. That’s why all this is happening, crybaby.
“The painkiller will probably make your thighs go numb, so I’m going to need to restrain you for this,” Doc Roberts was explaining, and Dick clenched his eyes shut and nodded against Bruce’s shoulder. The doctor paged a nurse, and together the two of them strapped his thighs and feet securely into the stirrups, shooing Bruce out of the way as they went. Bruce relocated to the head of the bed, out of sight unless Dick strained upwards to look at him. The immobilization was making him panic and he squirmed against the straps involuntarily.
“Don’t fidget,” the doctor advised, almost amicably. “This will be over soon.”
The rustling of the drawer again.
“I’m going to take the speculum out now, Dick, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave you empty. I’m going to send you home with this plug—it will help keep your omega channel open, and the plastic contains alpha hormones which will help propel the omegatisation process. Do you understand?”
Dick stared at the plug in horror, thinking that it was too large to ever fit inside him. But then, it was only slightly larger than his own cock, so it would be just the right size for an omega channel, right? And what did it matter, really, compared to what else was about to happen to him?
He swallowed hard, then closed his eyes and nodded. The speculum withdrew and the nurse applied a thick layer of soothing cream before the plug was seated firmly into his ass. It nudged gently against the omega gland when he moved, and Dick realized it had a built-in ridge of bumps designed to do just that.
“I see you’ve discovered its other benefit,” the nurse chuckled, and he realized he was almost fully hard now. “Don’t worry, that will go down once we’ve given you the painkillers. Are you ready?”
He wasn’t, but he nodded anyway. The nurse sat between his obscenely spread thighs, and Dick groaned as he felt a needle sink into his perineum. She pushed the plunger and the bee-sting needle blossomed petals of hot fire, spreading quickly across his groin. She withdrew the needle and almost immediately pierced him a second time, slightly higher. His cock and balls began to tingle as they went numb, and Dick realized with a horrifying sinking feeling that the tingling was the last thing he’d ever feel there.
“No,” he murmured again, trying to pull against the straps, to get away, but they were held tight. Bruce took both his hands, letting him squeeze as tight as he needed.
“Can you feel this?” the doc asked, and when Dick looked down, he saw that the man was bouncing his limp cock between his fingers.
“No,” Dick rasped, and the doc nodded.
“Good.”
The nurse handed him a length of tape and he used it to stick Dick’s cock to his lower belly.
“You’re going to feel a bit of pressure, now,” the nurse informed him in her chipper voice, but Dick felt nothing. Everything between his belly button and his knees was completely dead to sensation, and that was probably for the best.
He closed his eyes, gripping Bruce’s hands tight, and tried to focus on the doctor’s voice instead of the sounds of him working.
“B—” he choked.
“I’ve got you, Dick.”
The doctor wasn’t even paying attention “So as you know, omegatisation involves the removal of both testes. We’re going to take a good deal of the skin of the scrotum, as well, so the site should heal flat and smooth. Aside from the scar, you’ll look exactly like an omega whose testes atrophied naturally. We’ll give you a scar reduction cream that should help with the healing.”
And then Dick did feel pressure, a deep heavy yank that made him feel like he was going to puke. He realized he was letting out a low keening sound, both his hands wrapped around Bruce’s, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
“Dad,” he begged. “Don’t—”
Another deep yank, and Dick felt his body rising of its own volition, abdomen crunching tight, some scrap of survival instinct flaring up as he tried to lurch off the table. He could feel his legs kicking urgently, though the straps were locked tight, and Bruce was leaning against his shoulders.
“Stop,” Dick heard himself gasping. “Stop it, don’t.”
“It’s too late,” Bruce was telling him, though Dick couldn’t hear him. “Dick, it’s done, you’re okay, you did it.”
“Just the stitches left now,” the nurse happily informed them, speaking over them both, but Dick was already checking out. He thought he might still be fighting, but it felt as though all he was doing was twitching a bit. His vision was tunnelling, and he was losing feeling in his hands and face. He didn’t want to be here, naked and splayed with his ass plugged full, listening to the nurse and the doctor talk about the likely presentation of his pups.
His pups.
Jesus Christ.
“And there’s an alpha who can help him through the process?” the doc was saying, and Bruce nodded. There was a little snick of scissors. Stitches being tied off. Dick hysterically thought of Alfred’s tidy stitches. Which only made him think of the rest of the family again, too.
“Of course,” Bruce was saying. He sounded cold. “He has a large pack.”
“That’s good, he’ll need it. Probably at least twice a day, for the next couple weeks. Once he’s healed enough to take it, but that shouldn’t be too long.”
“Twice… a day?”
“I’ll give you a couple more plugs, make sure to plug him afterwards to keep the semen in. The whole point is to get alpha hormones into his channel, it’s a wasted effort if it all drains out.”
Bruce could have been carved from stone, with how still he was, ducked low over Dick’s upper body as Dick panted into him, barely paying attention to the conversation happening around him. “I see,” Bruce said. “And they’re all that… size?”
Bruce was looking uncomfortably at the thick plug currently nestled between Dick’s cheeks. Dick automatically tried to close his legs, but the numbed limbs were still strapped to the stirrups.
“That’s the minimum recommended size for an omega channel. You can go larger if you or the other alphas feels he needs it.”
“Well… we’ll see,” was all Bruce replied.
“And I’ve popped his prescription in the bag as well, so you don’t need to go to the pharmacy on your way out,” Doctor Roberts added, like he was being a huge help or something. But his hand was high on Dick’s thigh, and all Dick could think through the fog was that it felt strangely… possessive.
—
They let him stay in the room while feeling came back slowly into his legs. They unstrapped him almost as soon as the stitches were in, and left him to lie on the table with a big ungainly wad of dressing stuck—
Stuck between his legs.
Where my balls used to be, his brain supplied unhelpfully, and he forced the thought back down before he had the chance to start hyperventilating again. Bruce was sitting in the chair by the door, pretending not to watch him pull himself together while the meds wore off so they could go home.
The nurse had offered to help him get dressed but he insisted on doing it himself. She gave him a big, sympathetic smile and then put the pile of folded cotton on the table next to him. He could wear the shirt he’d dressed in this morning, but there was no way he was maneuvering back into the jeans. The clinic had supplied a pair of loose black cotton sleep pants, and he wiggled into them before the feeling had a chance to come fully back into his groin.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he grumbled, and Bruce looked only too happy to oblige.
There wasn’t a charge. The whole thing (plug, pants, and all, Dick thought sourly) was paid for by the government. After the omega shortage they’d put a lot of money into encouraging folks to obey the new laws. The woman at the checkout gave them some information on getting Dick’s identification changed. Bruce accepted it graciously, and Dick did his best not to roll his eyes; he hadn’t needed to use his official ID since he’d been adopted and became the most recognisable orphan in the city. She also gave them some pamphlets about support groups and therapeutic follow-up visits, in case Dick had any trouble adjusting to what she termed as ‘new expectations.’ Dick’s brain helpfully interpreted that as the civic duty to make pups for some withered old alpha.
He sensed the eyes of the waiting room on him, and figured at least one person probably had their phone out right now, filming this little interaction.
He shook his head, pushing the pamphlets back across the desk. He was an omega, not some squalling little bitch. And he was Nightwing, for fuck’s sake. He could still patrol, just as well as he’d been able to yesterday.
Well maybe not just as well.
But once the stitches healed up.
For sure.
As he limped awkwardly back to the car he was too distracted thinking of how to modify his patrol routes to notice the hungry eyes of Doctor Roberts following his every movement.
—
BATCHAT
Barbara: GCPD has been trying to get on to one of the bats, but no one is responding. Everything okay over there?
Steph: lol. get your act together, day shift
Duke: Don’t look at me, B told me to take patrol off.
Steph: wait, what?
Tim: He told you to what?
Duke: That’s what I said!
Tim: No, wait, what the hell. He told me to take a few nights off, too. And A is away
Steph: ……well thats suspicious as fck
Steph: dick whats going on over there
Barbara: I can’t get any of them on their phones.
Steph: cass and I are on the other side of the city, b there in an hour
Tim: Dick, this isn’t a joke. Pick up the phone, asshole
Duke: Try Dami?
Damian: Don’t ask me, Father won’t tell me anything.
Tim: What’s going on over there, Rob?
Damian: Richard and Father have been displeased ever since I presented.
Tim: You presented? Hey, congrats, little brother!
Damian: Yes I also thought it would be pleasing to have another alpha in the pack, but it is obvious I have done something to offend them both.
Duke: You’re an alpha?
Jason: oh shit
Jason: I’m on my way
Jason: Damian, do not let Dick leave the manor
Jason: I’m so fucking serious, D
Jason: Handcuff him to the ceiling if you have to
Damian: He left this morning.
Jason: fuck
Tim: What’s going on?
Jason: Babs, where’s Bruce right now?
Barbara: They’ve both turned their phones off, I can’t get a location.
Jason: Steph, are you still on the other side of the city? There’s an omega clinic near you, how soon can you get there?
Cass: She can’t reply, we’re going as fast as we can.
Tim: Why would they be at a clinic?
Tim: No, wait
Tim: No
Tim: He wouldn’t
Jason: Dick, if you’re getting these messages don’t you FUCKING DARE