Taking One for the Team

by HazelDomain, Mumble_Bee

Summary:

“Omegatisation takes a fuckton of hormones. The first heat is going to hit like a truck.”

“I’ve been hit by a truck before,” Dick muttered.

--OR--

One omega in every pack. That was the rule.

Dick would do anything to protect his family.

Notes:

The bones of this fic were stolen from HazelDomain's stellar omegatisation fic and repurposed for the ongoing project of *let's hurt Dick as much as physically possible and then give him a hug about it*

There's gonna be..... a lot of sex. in this fic. fair warning now.
I'll be adding more tags as we go.

Chapter 1: Omegatisation (5.5k)

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter in the end notes

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

 

 

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter: castration (removal of the testicles), very unwelcome anal penetration (medical edition), medical stuff in general, needles.

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Chapter 2: Pre Heat (7k)

Summary:

“Where’s B?” Dick mumbled.

“Napping,” Jason snapped. “You’re coming with me.”

Notes:

HUUUUUGE thank you to Avery for the beta!! This chapter is a whole 1k longer (yayy!) thanks to her gentle nudging towards actually talking about feelings (boo)

 

Also a reminder about the Dick/Everyone tag. WE LITERALLY MEAN DICK/EVERYONE. We haven't finalised all the pairings yet but if there is even one ship that squicks you maybe wait until the fic is finished and tags are finalised before reading--We won't mind! We are adding tags as we go as soon as we're certain they're definitely making the cut.

 

Warnings for this chapter in the end notes

Jason’s right hook snapped Bruce’s head to the side, though it didn’t knock him flat, which meant Bruce had expected the blow and let it happen anyway. 

For some reason that pissed him off even more. 

“You fucking asshole,” he seethed, crowding Bruce away from the car he’d just gotten out of.

“Jay?” came Dick’s slurred voice. Jason leaned down to smile as calmly as he could at him through the open door.

“Hey, big wing. Just hold tight, stay right there.”

He stood back up. Bruce had a hand pressed to his cheek, and was rolling his jaw. Jason kind of hoped he’d knocked a few teeth loose.

“I know you think we’re fucking disposable, you sick fuck, but you had no fucking right—”

“Jay? Don’ fight. Hey, don’t…” Dick’s voice trailed off, and Jason leaned back down to check on him. He was squinting at his seatbelt, trying to figure out how to get it off. Yeah, that tracked. He’d be mostly out of it for the next few days. Fewer, if Jason could get him somewhere safe.

“Just a second,” Jason told him.

“It was his choice,” Bruce said calmly, still holding the side of his face. “Jason, it was his choice to—” 

Jason’s next punch got him right in the orbital and he crumpled, out cold. Jason kicked him in the ribs as he stepped over him, sliding into the driver’s seat. Dick peered at him, blinking blearily.

“Where’s B?” he mumbled.

“Napping,” Jason snapped. “You’re coming with me.”

 

—

 

BATCHAT

Jason: I’ve got him

Jason: If anyone wants to make sure B doesn’t choke on his own vomit you’ll find him in the driveway

Jason: Or don’t, honestly

 

—

 

Jason left Bruce’s nice shiny car on the street with the keys in the ignition, and trusted the street rats of Gotham to take care of the rest. Dick was almost fully zonked, but he managed to stumble to the building entrance with an arm slung over Jason’s shoulders. It was one of those ultra modern buildings, up to the eyeballs with tech and security. Jason would have preferred staying at one of his own safe houses, but this one had been used by the whole family over the years, so it would be full of their scents.

And Dick was going to need every bit of pack scent Jason could get his hands on.

Dick started pulling off clothes almost as soon as they were in the door, and Jason tried to avert his eyes, even though he’d be getting a lot more than an eyeful soon. He left Dick passed out in his boxers on the thousand thread-count bedspread, shivering and feverish, and went to go get some ice.

Dick would be unconscious for most of the next two to five days. The doc at the clinic would have given him some shots—huge doses of omega pheromones that would kickstart the omegatisation process and trigger the changes in Dick’s body. He had some medications he was supposed to be taking, little orange pill bottles and a tube of cream, and Jason knew all about that, too. Which was a damn good thing because he knew Dick wouldn’t have asked about it at the clinic.

Jason laid a cold cloth on Dick’s chest and Dick groaned, stretching and then wincing.

“You awake?”

Dick only grumbled in response. Jason checked the time—sure enough, the last round of painkillers should be wearing off right about now.

He cracked open the pill bottle, then went and drew a glass of water.

“Open up, you gotta take your meds.”

Dick groaned and threw a hand over his face.

“Come on. Sit up and take these and then… then you can go back to sleep.”

Dick struggled into a sitting position, wincing at each small movement.

“… hurts,” he managed finally, and Jason winced.

“I know. Take these.”

There were two pills, white for pain and pink for pheromones. Jason was well familiar with them both, though the pink one looked different to the ones he usually saw. How odd. Probably because it wasn’t a generic brand. Crime Alley was full of once-alphas who had taken the fall for someone else’s pack, and then been dumped back on the side of the street after the legal omega requirements had been fulfilled. Dick took the pills into his palm and barely glanced at them before tipping them back into his mouth. He drank the whole glass of water, too. Between the fever and the changes happening inside him, he’d be going through a lot of fluids. Jason made a note to up his water intake.

Dick looked around the room once. “Where’s B?”

Jason bristled. “Out,” he said.

Dick’s gaze stayed where it was, pointed vaguely toward the ensuite.

“’s probably just as well,” he said finally.

“Yeah.”

Another pause.

“That mean you’re my alpha?”

Jason winced again.

“I’m not your anything, wing.”

Dick was silent for a long time. “Oh,” he finally said, voice small. Jason wished Dick’s scent would figure out what it was doing. It was impossible to parse what he was thinking over the conflicting hurt-alpha-omega.

“We’re pack,” Jason told him firmly. “And I’ll bring whoever you need to help you get through this.”

“Mmkay.”

“Do you…” Jason trailed off, then set his jaw and pressed on. “Do you know what that means?”

“Mmh.”

“You know that you’ll need a… A knot?”

“No knot,” Dick slurred, leaning onto his elbows and lowering himself gingerly back onto the bed. “They took it.”

“They didn’t take your knot, Dick. That’ll atrophy by itself. I meant the knot for you. Who should I call?”

“Gonna die a virgin,” Dick mumbled at the ceiling.

Fuck.

He had no idea what was about to happen.

Alright. Shit. Okay. Well, they’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“I… guess I am your alpha, then.”

Dick circled a lazy finger in the air; like he was saying whoopee.

“There… there’s something else.”

“…mmm?”

The meds were hitting him hard, his eyes were already fluttering shut.

“There’s something I gotta do and you’re not gonna like it.”

Dick didn’t react and Jason choked on a dry laugh. He’d been half-hoping that Dick wouldn’t be awake for this. On one hand it would be easier on Jason’s conscience to have a fully cognisant Dick to explicitly consent to what Jason needed to do. But on the other hand… maybe it would be better for everyone if he just did this next bit while Dick was zonked. Jason could be the bad guy. He was good at being the bad guy. The next few days were going to be hard enough on Dick as it was.

The tube of cream was sitting innocently beside the pills, in the little paper bag Jason had swiped from the car. Jason wasn’t sure Dick even knew what it was for.

Jason picked it up and crossed the room, standing above Dick’s prone body. He pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a strategy. Dick was pretty out of it, but he was also a trained fighter—if he came to while this was happening he might attack first and ask questions later. In his current drugged-out haze Jason was pretty sure he’d win any fight his brother decided to start; he was more worried that Dick might get uncoordinated and hurt himself, or pull a stitch in a place he really didn’t want a stitch to be pulled.

He left the cream on the bedside table and went scouting through the closet. There was a formal tie inside, smelling faintly of laundry and family and Jason himself, though he couldn’t quite remember when he’d worn it. He tested it in his hands. It should hold.

He wrapped the silk band expertly around Dick’s wrists, securing them to the headboard. He made sure the tension was good, and that the weight of Dick’s arms wouldn’t cut off the circulation to his hands.

That done, he turned his attention to Dick’s boxers. He found himself pausing for a long moment, and hated himself for it. This wasn’t any different to any of the other new omegas he’d helped. It shouldn’t matter that Dick was essentially his brother. If anything that should make this part easier. Dick was pack. This was what an alpha was for; to help the pack omega in this exact scenario. It didn’t hurt that Dick wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, either. Though that wasn’t a thought Jason had allowed himself to entertain before.

With other new omegas it had been simple. It hadn’t mattered if Jason had found them physically attractive. Whether it was one of the working girls or a stranger who didn’t know any better or a street rat trying to make a buck. They had needed his help, and he had known how to help them. And when they had started heating and they had needed his help in a different way, well. He hadn’t had any problems there, either.

He eased the underwear over his brother’s hips, being careful not to jostle him too much. It slid easily over his thighs and calves, leaving him naked and stretched out. Jason averted his eyes on instinct, and then forced them back. He let himself look.

Dick’s cock was soft where it rested against his thigh, appearing huge without the heavy weight of his balls to frame it. His skin was damp with fever sweat, and his scent was a confusing mix of sick alpha and sick omega. It made Jason want to comfort him and flee the room, in more or less equal measures.

Gingerly, he lifted Dick’s knees, pushing his thighs apart. Dick whimpered slightly, but didn’t wake up.

The incision wasn’t as bad as Jason had feared. Many of the omegatised denizens of Crime Alley were left with a gory mess from cheap hack-jobs, when their ‘packs’ took them to doctors who didn’t ask questions, but also cared less about precision than speed. At least Bruce had taken Dick somewhere legitimate, so hopefully an infection wasn’t going to be a worry, either.

The loose skin of Dick’s scrotum had been trimmed back, the edges pulled together and stitched cleanly into a seam maybe two inches long. There was a little bit of dried blood along the incision, but other than that it looked clean. The injections which spurred the omegatisation accelerated the healing process, and Jason could see the edges of the seam already knitting themselves together.

Jason’s hands trailed up Dick’s thighs, resting under his knees and pushing them higher. It had the effect of turning his ass up, exposing the flared base of the plastic omega plug. Jason felt his own ass clenching in sympathy when he saw the size of the thing, and sympathy turned to something like pity as he worked it out of his brother’s body.

“Now the fun part,” he grumbled, picking up the tube of cream.

The cream was a mixture of painkiller and alpha pheromones, designed to aid in the conversion of Dick’s omega channel. Ideally, the pheromones should come directly from an alpha’s semen, or preferably more than one alpha, but the cream should give Dick a little more time to heal before taking that step.

Jason cracked the cap open, letting a spurt of the thick white cream land on his fingertips. It tingled a bit—menthol, probably—and it had some fruity, flowery scent that Jason didn’t like at all.

Dick’s entrance was red and a little puffy—Jason wasn’t surprised, judging by the size of the plug. He rubbed the cream gently into the tender skin, sparing a sympathetic glance at his brother when he moaned.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, and, trying to be clinical about it, slid two cream-slick fingers into Dick’s stretched hole. 

He paused, taking slow breaths. He’d done this countless times before. It was nothing. It was easy. He could do this.

He twisted his wrist, still giving himself a mental pep talk. It would be another day or so before Dick began producing his own slick—another thing the cream was supposed to hasten along.

Jason worked his way around the inside of Dick’s hole, letting muscle memory take over as he rubbed deep into the velvety skin inside him. At one point his fingers brushed against something solid and Dick whimpered, arching his hips up against Jason’s hands. Jason blushed red, trying not to notice Dick’s sudden hard on, or the way the omega in his scent was now distinctly overpowering the alpha.

Dick’s scent had been damn near intolerable ever since Jason presented. Something like a cross between a wet dog and a pissed-off snake, but now… now he wasn’t as bad. Smooth, almost buttery. And he’d probably only get sweeter.

“Nnn… Jason…”

“I’m almost done. I’ve just got to work this in a little more and then I’ll put the plug back and you can go to sleep.”

“No… don’ need it…”

“Sorry, but you really do. You’ll thank me later.”

Dick tugged halfheartedly at the tie, but he was still too groggy and drugged to really make any progress against it.

Jason withdrew his fingers, picking up the plug and smearing the remains of the cream onto its thick length. It was a much nicer quality than the ones he’d seen in Crime Alley. He looked it over, realizing he’d never really thought before about what an omega channel actually looked like, on the inside. Looking at the plug, he could see the anatomy laid out in reverse, complete with a nubbed ridge designed to stimulate production of omega pheromones.

He made sure the ridge was facing upwards as he pressed the plug relentlessly back up into Dick’s body. He could tell his brother needed it badly—he’d already clenched and tightened even in the few minutes the plug had been absent. Now his body tensed, and he whimpered slightly as the plug slid home. His hard cock bobbed as the ridge rubbed against the omega gland.

Jason made sure it was settled, then pulled a sheet over Dick’s body. It would be more comfortable for him than putting his boxers back on, particularly since he’d need the cream applied again in a few hours.

 

—

 

Dick woke up burning hot, too hot to move. The effort of kicking the sheet off nearly killed him, and it barely even made a difference.

Something cold pressed against his forehead and his eyes flew open.

Jason.

He meant to ask what was happening, why they were in a safehouse in the corona of the sun, but all he could manage was a thick moan.

“I know. Just a couple more days now. Want some water?”

Oh, god, did he. He wanted it so bad he muddled through the ordeal of sitting up to drink it, and didn’t even care that it tasted like tap water out of Gotham pipes.

Everything hurt. His head was pounding and there were cramps rippling through his belly and he could feel his heart beating in his stitches—

His stitches.

Everything came flooding back and he groaned, falling back onto the pillows.

It hurt because he was changing, and he was never going to wake up from this. The pain in his body was his strength leaving him and turning him into a dainty little wisp of a bitch—

And now there were tears rising in his eyes which just went to show that they’d made the right decision.

Jason was laying the washcloth on his forehead again, icy cool and refreshing and he scowled, pushing it away.

“G’way,” he grumbled.

“Sit back up, you need to take your pills.”

… painkillers.

Yeah, okay, that was worth sitting up for.

He struggled back into an upright position, wincing at the feeling of the plug inside him. It was rubbing against the omega gland, and he realized he was starting to get hard again.

He shifted, trying to get the sheets to cover the bulge, but the sheet was thin and didn’t do much to protect his dignity. Or what dignity he still had left. If he could get Jason to leave the room for a minute maybe he could take the damn plug out and throw it out a window or something.

He took the pills from Jason, knowing they’d knock him out and realizing he didn’t know what had been happening to him while he was out. He knew Jason had removed the plug a couple times, and had been applying cream to his stitches and his—Oh, god. His ass. Blegh. He was probably trying to be helpful. At least the memories were hazy. Hopefully they’d stay that way. Just like waking up in the batcave after a bad fight as Alfred reset his dislocated shoulder.

He knocked the little capsules back dry, anxious for them to kick in. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jason.

“You can go now,” he said, urging the pills to work faster.

Jason looked stricken. “I really can’t,” he said. “Not unless you have another alpha you can call to be here with you instead.”

Dick scowled. “I don’t need another alpha. Just leave the pills on the table, I’ll sort myself out.”

“Dick…”

“I’m serious, Jay. Get the hell out of here. I’ll be fine.”

Jason visibly squared his shoulders. “No,” he said. “You won’t. We should talk.” He started shoving pillows behind Dick’s back, propping him up so he could stay sitting without putting tension on the stitches. Dick felt himself automatically relaxing, and then realised it was because the pillows Jason was using smelled like pack, and he wasn’t relaxing, he was being relaxed, like his new biology knew better than he did. He shoved the pillows back at Jason, who grit his teeth and kept working.

“Jason!”

“Let me help.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a fucking idiot,” Jason snapped at him, shoving back. The next pillow smelled like both Tim and Steph, ugh. “You went and changed your designation without even checking what that means?”

“I know what it fucking means, you prick!”

“No you don’t, because you didn’t even think to fucking ask, you just went off half-cocked like you always do.”

“I do not always—” Dick started, and then flinched when he heard his own voice wobbling. He stared at his hands, aghast, and realised they were trembling.

Jason flinched as well, and then leapt onto the bed, pillows forgotten as he wrapped an arm around him. “Sorry,” he whispered, sounding as horrified as Dick felt. “Sorry, Dick, sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m not mad, you’re okay, I was wrong.”

Dick felt himself tearing up again, what the hell, and even the prospect of Jason willingly admitting fault and apologising to him wasn’t enough to cloud the unbearable thought that Jason was mad at him. Dick was bad, he always made everything worse, no wonder the pack didn’t want to keep him as an alpha.

“Jay,” he choked.

Jason hunched further over him, rubbing the side of his face against Dick’s. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kept saying.

Dick felt his panic settling. He literally felt it happening. Like all his body needed was a good scenting and his alpha’s arms and—

He tried to claw the feeling back, panicked all over again at this fresh new horror, his body relaxing when he didn’t want it to. He felt off kilter, almost seasick. His centre of balance was careening like he was a boat in a storm, emotions tossing him wildly back and forth. He found his hands clenched in Jason’s hoodie.

“What the fuck,” he whispered. “Jason, what the hell is happening?”

“It’s just hormones. It’s my fault for pushing. You’re okay, this is normal.”

“This is normal?” He tried to shove Jason off him, but only succeeded in pushing Jason’s head further up, which resulted in his own nose getting crammed against Jason’s neck. Jason usually smelled like a burnt tyre, like gunpowder right before a match. It always made Dick sneeze.

He wasn’t sneezing now. Jason didn’t smell bad anymore. In fact, he smelled kinda…

Dick turned his face into Jason’s skin and sucked in lungfuls of air, and was surprised when Jason let him, even tipped his chin up to give Dick more room, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat and making soothing sounds as Dick went boneless against him. The rollercoaster of his emotions cruised to a stop, and for a moment he was frightened by how quickly he had calmed, but then even the fear puddled away. It was hard to be anything other than sleepy when Jason smelled so good.

“You’re going into heat,” Jason said, running a hand up and down Dick’s back in a way that would have had Dick snarling at him a week ago, though right now it felt lovely. 

“Heat,” Dick parroted back. He knew that. Omegatisation always came with a heat. He was supposed to feel some kind of way about that, wasn’t he? 

“You’re going to need knotting.”

“Knotting,” Dick repeated, slow, and tried to remember why that was bad. He pulled away. Jason caught him by the back of the neck and tugged him back in, scenting at him unashamedly. He still smelled like gunpowder, but it didn’t grate on Dick’s nerves anymore. It was kind of… nice.

“Omegatisation takes a fuckton of hormones. The first heat is going to hit like a truck.”

“I’ve been hit by a truck before,” Dick muttered, rubbing his face into Jason’s skin, trying to get that lovely smell up his nose and into his brain. He felt more settled now that Jason wasn’t yelling, though that was probably because of the pills. He idly wondered if Jason would stay put long enough for Dick to use him as a pillow. Hadn’t he just been thinking about pillows?

“Dick, pay attention. You’re going to need a knot. Several knots. Every day. This is not negotiable.”

“Knot negotiable,” Dick said, and laughed. He closed his eyes, then opened them again when Jason gripped his chin, turning him to look him right in the face. Gosh, he was lovely. Green eyes and a red hoodie. Christmassy.

“God, you’re already spacing,” Jason muttered. “Listen, I’ve done this before, okay? I’m your alpha. I’m going to get you through this. Do you trust me?”

What a stupid question. “Course I trust you, little wing.”

Some load-bearing strain came out of Jason’s shoulders. “Good,” he said. “That’s… that’s good. Okay.” Dick tried to lean into him again but Jason kept him at arm’s length. “Sorry,” he said, when Dick made a noise of protest. “I need you a bit more awake.”

“Ugh.”

“I know, I know. But I need to know that you know what’s coming.”

“Coming,” Dick said, and laughed again. “Get it?”

“Dick.”

He sounded serious. Dick tried to remember why. Something about his first heat, but Jason shouldn’t be serious about that. That was going to be Dick’s problem. He knew that omegas often spent their heats alone. Jason didn’t need to worry.

“I’m your alpha,” Jason was saying.

“Yes,” Dick agreed.

“I’m going to knot you.”

Dick frowned. That was a cause and effect statement, except the cause did not equal the effect. He was pretty sure he had something important to say on the matter.

“...No,” he tried.

“Dick, this is not up for discussion.”

“I don’t need—”

“You absolutely do. You need an alpha’s knot during firstheat. People die from this all the time, wing. You’re not going to be one of them.”

“I’m not going to be one of them,” he repeated. 

“That’s right.” Jason said, firmly. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re pack, I’m your alpha. I’m gonna get you through this.”

“You’re going to get me through this?”

“You’d do the same thing for me, wouldn’t you? If I was the one who needed your knot to survive?”

“I…” he paused, trying to organise his sluggish brain. “Of course, Jay. Course I would.”

“Course you would,” Jason echoed, softer. “Let me take care of you for once, huh?”

“That’s… not…” Dick tried, but petered out. He felt both jittery and somehow calm, and didn’t know whether to blame the drugs or Jason’s scent. 

An alpha’s knot during firstheat… He could feel the idea planting into his mind, like maybe he’d already known it was true but had been ignoring it. He tried to imagine it. His own brother, looming over him and rutting in his ass while he lay there like a bitch, legs in the air. Or, even worse, on all fours, with his ass presented for knotting.

Jason glanced to the side, avoiding his eyes.

Dick followed where he was looking and saw that the bedsheet was tented. It was tented over his cock. The plug shifted and he realized that he was slick, that his stupid traitor body liked this idea, and what’s more, Jason could tell. In the corner of his eye he saw his brother’s nostrils flaring as he scented him, noting the smell of omega arousal that was beginning to creep into the alpha.

“I gotta tell you, man, that is an incredibly confusing smell.”

Dick groaned, throwing his arm over his face. He didn’t want to want an alpha knot, he wasn’t some needy little omega bitch, he wasn’t at all interested in getting on all fours and just taking it. 

“How long do I have?”

“Another day, maybe. You already smell like preheat.”

“Fuck.”

“I know.” He paused. “Is there someone else you want here instead?”

Dick thought about Kory, or Babs, or fucking Bruce showing up to help. He felt his body clenching down on the plug in anticipatory desire, but that was the dumb omega part of him. He didn’t actually want an alpha, right?

He didn’t say anything.

“Okay,” Jason said when he didn’t reply. “That’s okay, I know what I’m doing.” He had another cool washcloth, which he was using to wipe the fever-sweat off Dick’s face. Dick leaned into it a little. It felt nice.

His stomach was killing him.

“I’ve gotta put the cream on again,” Jason was telling him, but Dick wasn’t paying attention. All he could feel was the cool cloth on his face, and the aching pain between his hips and god, he hated this.

Jason’s hands were cool on his skin, spreading his thighs and suddenly the meaning of the words sank in and Dick snapped his knees back together hard enough that Jason jumped.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t, I don’t need it.”

“You need the pheromones if you want this to work right.”

“Don’t care if it works right. Not gonna be some dumb omega all bred up with pups.”

“It needs to work well enough to pull you through your heat, or you’ll die.”

Dick stared at the ceiling. Imagine getting this far only to get killed by a damn omega heat. Life wasn’t fair.

“Fuck,” he said. With feeling.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be quick.”

“Fine. Just… can I have the cloth back? I’m burning up.”

“Sure.”

Dick expected Jason to just hand him the icy cloth, and he twitched gently when he felt it land on his chest. Jason worked it slowly down his body. Dick relaxed back onto the mound of pillows, enjoying it despite himself. Jason was pressing just hard enough that the muscles in his belly were paying attention instead of trying to cramp themselves to death. And the room no longer felt so much like the surface of the sun. Just Gotham in August, is all.

“Eventually you’re gonna need to get up and take an actual shower,” Jason muttered, and Dick scowled.

“I’d need to let the painkillers wear off first.”

“You should be okay without them, soon.”

“No way. I’m staying on these for life.”

“You are not, and you know it. Ready?”

Ready to spread his legs and let his little brother finger his asshole? No, not particularly.

“… fine.”

“This isn’t awesome for me either, wing. Come on. Last time, I promise.”

Dick crossed his arms over his face, trying not to pay attention to the way the plug’s ridges bumped over his omega gland. He knew he was getting slick but Jason, to his eternal credit, didn’t say anything. The plug came free with a wet sound that had Dick automatically trying to close his knees again, mortified beyond all reason.

And then Jason cleared his throat and Dick was about to say something scathing when he realized the smell of slick was blending with the light scent of alpha arousal and oh god could this get worse.

“I uh… the cream’s supposed to stay refrigerated, so, this might be kinda cold?”

“Good, I’m dying,” Dick answered without uncovering his face.

Jason’s fingers were like ice, pressed to the core of him. Dick tried to flinch away but the fingers had already slipped into him, his body not resisting at all and oh, fuck, it should not feel this good to have someone massaging the inside of his body.

Because that’s what Jason was doing now—massaging, the pads of his fingers working the cream into Dick’s hot inner walls, and Dick bit his lip almost hard enough to bleed because ‘more’ was not a thing he was going to say in this situation, ever. Jason’s fingers were long and thick and had him thinking, involuntarily, about what else about him could be long and thick.

His cock was bobbing against his stomach, hard and proud and utterly unaware of his mortification. He could feel it pulling at the skin between his cock and his ass and it didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt. The wound was probably terrible.

“How bad is it?”

“You look like an omega. But nothing’s infected or anything, so it’s about as good as it could be. All things considered.”

Jason’s fingertips ghosted over the incision and Dick writhed. He didn’t know if he was trying to get closer or further away, only that it felt, a lot, and it made him need to move.

“Look at the bright side,” Jason was saying, and Dick rolled his eyes. “Your dick looks absolutely massive.”

“Not that it matters now,” Dick grumbled, and Jason frowned at him but said nothing. Dick knew he was right. Who the hell would let an omega fuck them, regardless of what their cock looked like?

Jason finished with the cream, using the last of it to lube the plug back up—not that he needed it, not with Dick’s hole slicking up the way it was.

Dick whimpered as it slid back into him, the stretch and burn seemingly just as bad as the first time he’d taken it. He was impossibly full, the only difference was that now it was starting to feel good.

 

—

 

The fever broke right about the same time that the last stitches dissolved and the painkillers ran out. Jason was trying hard to be positive about the developments, but Dick was struggling to be optimistic when every step of progress was one step closer to the heat that they both knew was coming.

Dick took a shower, a long shower, washing the last of the fever crud off his skin and then spent an equally long time looking at himself in the mirror.

He didn’t look different. Not too much, anyway. The stubble on his jaw was coming in a little lighter, a little finer, maybe. The lines of his face had softened a tiny bit, and he might be imagining it, but it looked like his waist had narrowed slightly. It made his hips look wider but he was sure that was just an illusion—medical science was amazing but it wasn’t good enough to make a grown man’s pelvis spontaneously widen.

Probably just as well. He couldn’t afford to be dainty. He needed to be able to take down criminals just as well as he had last week.

After another moment of hesitation he palmed his cock and flipped it up to his stomach, certain he could be objective about what was beneath it right up until the moment he saw the tiny wound. It was just a thin line. If he’d gotten that kind of wound on patrol he wouldn’t have even bothered to treat it, it was so small.

He should probably thank Jason or something. Left to himself, he wouldn’t have used the cream even once.

He let his cock flop back down and tried to look at himself like someone else might see him. Trim but not petite. Broad but not bulky. Not quite an omega but definitely not an alpha, either. What a joke. And now without his balls he looked… stupid. He looked half finished. Maybe he should’ve asked the doctor to cut his fucking cock off, too, for all the good it would do him from now on. Maybe then he’d actually look the part. He’d seen omega women naked before—hard not to when busting slave rings every other month—but never an omega male. He didn’t know if he looked normal for his new designation or if he was always going to be atypical.

He took another fortifying breath and then slipped a finger back to probe around the edge of the plug. Even just tapping it caused frissons of… something… to spark down his spine. He tried to work a finger in alongside it but the flared base was getting in the way and it didn’t feel like anything more would fit. He sure hoped that wasn’t the case. He’d never gotten to put his own knot in anyone else—omegas were usually ruthlessly guarded by their packs, and all his previous partners had been alphas—but he knew how fat his own knot could get when he jerked off. He tried to picture Jason’s knot—it would be just as big as the rest of him, wouldn’t it?—and felt his knees go weak. Slick dribbled out around the edges of the plug, and he yanked his hand away.

He had to take a second shower.

He eventually came out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips, and Jason gave him a once over. Probably he knew what Dick had been up to in there.

“At least I’m not getting tits,” he quipped, and that was the end of it.

 

—

 

Jason didn’t have a car—a fact he smelled oddly smug about—so they ordered in. They got pizza and noodles and fat juicy dumplings and sat in the safehouse kitchen and devoured the lot, barely talking. It was almost familiar. It could’ve been any night in the batcave, though Dick supposed it needed a few alpha tantrums to really feel homely. Probably that was a thing of the past anyway, now that the pack had their very own omega to settle prickly alpha hormones.

Dick washed ibuprofen down with yet another glass of water—Jason seemed intent on drowning him—and then texted the group chat to let them know he was fine. He didn’t scroll back to read the missed messages, and he pointedly ignored the little red icon that said there were even more waiting for him. Probably the whole of Gotham knew about his new designation. Jason refilled his glass.

Neither of them mentioned the coming heat, though Jason did occasionally put a hand on his shoulder when he started squirming, unconsciously rocking on the plug. The one time he tried to get rid of the damn thing Jason yelled “Don’t you dare,” from the other room, and stalked over to supervise Dick putting the torture device back in, with an expression that said he would put it in himself if Dick refused. “You’ll thank me later,” he said. Ominously.

They napped a bit on the couch, something inane playing on the TV. Jason did the laundry, and Dick didn’t even feel guilty about not getting up to help. This was probably the last bit of sanity he had left to enjoy.

Jason was trying to be subtle about sniffing at him, but was failing spectacularly. Dick felt like swatting at him, until he realised he was scenting at Jason, too. He wondered what he smelled like. Not alpha anymore, he guessed. Or possibly just whatever alpha was left on his clothes and hair. He thought about asking, but figured he didn’t actually want to know. 

By the time night fell he had successfully managed to circle his way out of all thoughts of the inevitability of the next few days. When Jason hustled him to bed he didn’t even try to argue when it became obvious Jason was planning on spending the night right there with him. 

He stripped down to his boxers, and grit his teeth when he saw Jason’s nostrils flaring. 

“Take a fucking picture,” he snapped when he realized Jason was staring. Jason blinked and looked down. 

“Sorry.”

Dick sighed. It wasn’t Jason’s fault. He’d probably stare too. He knew he looked ridiculous.

To tell the truth he was scared out of his mind—not of Jason, he knew Jason wouldn’t hurt him. And not even of the sex, really, though he’d be lying if he said this was a place he’d ever expected he’d end up. He was scared because any minute now he was going to start losing his sanity and within a couple hours he was going to be completely gone. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to, even if he knew he’d be back to himself in a day or two.

He hated how much Jason’s presence helped. He hated the way his brother’s burnt-tyre smell had warped into a dark leather-and-gunpowder scent that made him want to curl up in his arms and let Jason keep him safe.

He was doing this to keep everyone else safe and wasn’t that the whole god damned point?

“You want something to knock you out?” Jason asked, and Dick had to really, really think about it. But he could see on Jason’s face that he was just as nervous as Dick, and in the end, he couldn’t leave Jason to do this by himself.

So, fuck it. He was gonna be a needy little omega and he was gonna be awake for it.

He dragged the spare blanket out of the cupboard and threw it over the bed, before climbing under the whole stack and drawing them around him.

“Get over here. I’m freezing and you smell like you’re freaking out.”

Which was close to the truth, or close enough for science.

Jason climbed into bed beside him and Dick rolled over, adamantly not looking at him.

“How long do you figure I have?”

“Why would I know?”

“Because you’re a protective egghead alpha, you probably know more than the fucking doctor, that’s why.”

Jason sighed.

“If you’re cold? A couple hours, probably. Before you start getting really… uncomfortable.”

Dick closed his eyes. A couple hours.

Probably.

“It’s just a day or two,” Jason said in the silence. “Just a knot a couple of times per day, and then you’re done.”

Dick groaned.

“Is there anything you… While you’re heating, is there any particular thing I should try avoid, or…?”

Yeah, the whole heat.

“No,” Dick muttered. He paused. Lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug without rolling over. “It’d be nice if it didn’t hurt.”

He could feel Jason go tense behind him. “It shouldn’t hurt at all,” he said stiffly. “It shouldn’t ever—”

“Whatever.”

He grabbed one of the pillows Jason had brought in earlier. It smelled like Cass. He hated that he liked that. “My stomach’s killing me,” he grumbled into it.

“Everything’s reconfiguring in there.”

“Yeah I know that. Doesn’t make it hurt less.”

“Lay on your back?”

Dick looked over his shoulder. “Why?”

“I’ll rub it.”

Dick snorted. “You’re gonna rub my belly like I’m a fucking pup?”

“Seemed to help before.”

“What, like when I was asleep?”

“Well… yeah.”

“That’s fucking weird, Jay.”

“You were out and in pain and I didn’t know what else to do.”

The scent of distressed alpha was rising in the room again; Jason was getting defensive. Dick sighed and rolled onto his back.

Jason’s hands were hot against his skin, working out the knotted muscles of his abdomen. It didn’t make everything better. In a couple hours (probably) Dick would still be ready to come onto Deathstroke himself if he smelled like an alpha. That hadn’t changed.

But it helped, Dick thought as he drifted off to sleep.

It helped a little.

 

—

 

BATCHAT

Tim: Jay, update?

Tim: …

Missed call - unanswered

Missed call - unanswered

Tim: Come on, Hood

Missed call - unanswered

Steph: if u dont reply b is going to break in 

Jason: Not if he doesn’t want a taser to the face, he isn’t

Duke: How’s Dick?

Jason: He’s fine. He’s sleeping

Duke: Has it started yet?

Jason: Would I be texting you if it had?

Tim: Need backup?

Tim: I read that sometimes one alpha isn’t enough

Barbara: That hardly ever happens. Less than 1% of cases get that bad.

Cass: We can be there in ten minutes, J.

Jason: If anyone tries to get in here I’ll be shooting first and asking questions later

Jason: Understood?

Jason: You can leave blankets in the elevator and send them up though

Tim: …

Tim: But what if he’s one of the 1%?

 

—

 

From the desk of [removed]

Subject line: A once in a lifetime opportunity

Body text: Greetings to my friends in Gotham and Metropolis. No doubt you have seen the news that Bruce Wayne’s protégé has been bitched. Fortunately, the procedure was done at my clinic, so I was able to make certain… arrangements. If you wish to discuss the details of these arrangements, and find out how they can benefit you, please contact me as soon as you are able.

 

 

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter: drugs, fingering/touching while drugged/passed out, references to previous castration, minor description of wound

 

thank you for all the yelling on the last chapter 🙈 we're so pleased to have found likeminded dumpster friends.
Rest assured things are going to get so much worse for dickie before they get better 😚

Chapter 3: Heat (4.5k)

Summary:

He wasn’t sure if he was hard from the dreams or if he’d been having the dreams because he was hard, but in either case, he’d woken Dick.

Notes:

Thanks to superstar beta Avery for once again running the comma machete over this chapter and also finding all our bugs to be squished carefully taken outside and released into nature.

 

New tags! We're trying to add the tags for future chapters as well so no one gets too surprised (sorry for the spoilers re new characters)

 

Warnings for this chapter are in the end notes

He was twelve years old and one of the street rats had presented last week and been promptly picked up, omegatised, then dumped on the steps of the local orphanage with a couple of fifties and a note thanking him for clearing the pack’s omega status. At first he was feverish, and then he smelled like nothing Jason had ever come across before. Even to Jason’s unpresented senses the boy smelled like ice cream dropped on a hot sidewalk, melting fast, sticky. Jason hid beneath the orphanage window to breath it in, open mouthed, itching to stand guard or fight or—

His name was Robin, and it was his job to rescue the mayor’s daughter while Batman distracted the guards, but she kept stuffing her face into his neck and begging for her alpha, and she smelled so sweet he lifted his chin automatically, wrapping his cape around her so she smelled like him, too, ignoring the instincts telling him to—

He was the Red Hood, and the working girls didn’t necessarily like him, but they did trust him, and they had safe houses of their own for when one of the new girls did the change. Safe houses he was invited to only when the fever was breaking and she needed a knot. And he learned to recognise the peaks of firstheat, learned how to make sure she—

He was a bat again, sort of, but he always remembered to turn his comms off whenever he came across that godawful sick-alpha-sick-omega hybrid scent on the streets, usually at the centre of a cluster of hungry alphas. He had safe dark places for new omegas to weather the storm of their hormones without risk of death, and he knew how to be an omega’s alpha, how to ignore his own instincts in order to give them what they needed, no matter who they were. A youngest sibling, forced to take the responsibility for the pack. A mother of three, well into her fifties, determined not to let her kids see what she’d done until it was over. A shaking paramour, eager to please her new beau. All smelling scared and then smelling soft and sweet as soon as he—

He opened his eyes, and he wasn’t a street rat, or a bat, or even Red Hood. He was Jason Todd, and the sweet gooey smell hadn’t been in his dreams, but in the bed beside him. He wasn’t sure if he was hard from the dreams or if he’d been having the dreams because he was hard, but in either case, he’d woken Dick.

It only took a second to conclude that Dick was in the thick of it now. He’d begrudgingly let Jason lie next to him when they’d gone to sleep; now, Dick was slotted up against him, their bodies close enough to melt together, and Dick was grinding back against his cock like he thought the damn thing had an expiration date.

“Dick?”

Dick only groaned in response, his hips jerking back into Jason’s. Reaching back, he cast around until he found Jason’s wrist and then yanked, pulling his hand to his groin with a muffled plea.

Jason had been right about the timeline. It was a little past midnight, the only light in the room came from the bathroom, pale and white through the cracked door. It added a surreal aspect to the scene, the shadows across Dick’s face changing by the second. His eyes were clenched shut, his brow furrowed as he ground forward and then back, like he couldn’t tell whether he wanted Jason’s hand or his cock.

Jason hesitated, then wrapped his fingers around Dick’s cock and stroked, listening carefully to his brother’s breath catching. It didn’t escape him that it could have been him in Dick’s position. Probably would have been, if he’d had half a chance to volunteer. It was supposed to be him lying there, being driven crazy out of his mind with lust. At least if it had been him he would’ve been going into it with his eyes wide open.

His fingers brushed over the smooth healed skin behind Dick’s cock, wet with slick and smelling sweet as candy. His own balls rested full and heavy between his legs, there forever now, he realized. Dick made a breathy, aching noise.

Jason had first-hand experience with omegas in heat, and he knew how desperate the first could be. But in his mind he hadn’t been able to reconcile headstrong, confident Dickie with the idea of a begging omega. He’d expected Dick to be reluctant, or slow, or surly. Expected him to hold out until the last second before giving in.

Dick wasn’t any of those things. He pushed his boxers down, kicking out of them and grinding his bare ass back against Jason’s cock. He smelled sweet as any omega, but with the added undertones of pack. Jason put his nose behind his ear and inhaled and licked the skin there, trying to get a taste. Dick twitched. His scent glands would be unbelievably sensitive right now. Jason left them alone.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured. “You want any water or—”

“Jason, Jesus Christ.”

Guess that was a no, then.

He rolled Dick forward slightly, propping his top knee up to open him without straining the still-healing skin between his legs. He shifted his weight over Dick, letting gravity do most of the work of making sure Dick felt pressed in; secure in his alpha’s arms. Dick didn’t seem to notice one way or another, he just kept panting, rocking his hips as best as he could in the new position.

Jason pulled back to get his other arm free, but Dick tried to follow his body, ass shoving desperately into Jason’s lap.

“One second,” Jason said, but Dick kept trying to grind back into him. Jason had to wriggle a hand between them, weight going into his cheek pressed against the back of Dick’s shoulders. It was awkward and ungainly. Exactly the vibe he was going for for Dick’s first heat. Terrific.

He did manage to get a hand down to probe at Dick’s ass, and that got him to fall still. For all of five seconds. And then he was rutting back into Jason’s hand hard enough to almost send them both sprawling.

“I’m going, I’m going, just let me—” He gripped the base of the plug and pulled back firmly. Dick’s body followed his hand, and he realised Dick was clamping down on the plug, trying to keep it in his body.

“Alpha,” he was gasping.

“Dick, I promise you’re going to enjoy what I can give you more than you’re enjoying the plug.”

Dick nodded frantically against the sheets. Jason tried tugging again, one hand braced on Dick’s lower back, but either Dick really didn’t want to let the thing go, or else his body thought it was a real cock and was trying to pull a knot out of it.

“Dick, let go, I promise I won’t leave you empty.”

Dick was still nodding, but his scent was starting to get a little scared, and his body was writhing in Jason’s arms. Probably he didn’t understand why the cock inside him wasn’t knotting. 

Jason put his lips to the back of Dick’s neck. Not biting, just mouthing at the skin there, drawing in the sweet heating smell of him to bring his mind to the right place, the place where his inner alpha recognised his omega as pack.

“I’ll make it feel good,” he promised, voice going low. “But first you have to relax.”

Dick instantly went boneless against the mattress. Jason was actually a little surprised it had worked so well, for his first try. He wondered if that was normal, or if Dick was just particularly susceptible to his alpha’s command.

Either way, the plug slipped free easily. A gush of slick followed, smelling so good Jason’s mouth watered. He almost ducked down to get a taste straight away, but there would be time for that later.

He rubbed his cock through the mess to slick up, then edged the tip of his cock into the tight velvet heat of Dick’s body. He tried to go slow, in case Dick needed time to adjust, but the plug had done its job, or else Dick was still boneless from his alpha voice, because there was no resistance at all as he slid in.

He was so focused on doing it properly that he didn’t remember to be nervous about fucking his brother until he was already fully seated. Something immediately settled in his chest. Years of looking after new omegas didn’t have peanuts on fucking his omega. The whole room smelled like sex and pack and Dick himself, sweet and horny. Internally he was identical to any other new omega; tight and wet, and already squeezing around Jason’s cock. But there was something fundamentally different about fucking pack. Like Jason’s very cells recognised their own. 

He wrapped his arm around Dick’s middle, holding him close as he rocked into him. Dick’s hand was around his own cock, stroking fitfully in time with Jason’s thrusts. Jason put his other hand over Dick’s, slowing the uncoordinated jerking movement and directing him into long full strokes, paying attention to where Dick was most responsive, although he probably wouldn’t be allowed to use the knowledge later. He doubted Dick would be interested in letting Jason fuck him ever again, once it was no longer life-or-death.

This was all Jason was good for, really. A knot for omegas to sit on until they didn’t need him anymore. If he hadn’t been taken in by the Wayne clan he wouldn’t even have his own pack. It wasn’t like anyone wanted a street rat from Park Row in their bed.

All the more reason to make firstheat so so good for Dick, since it would be the only time Jason would get to be here. He angled his hips to drive his cock against Dick’s omega gland, and was rewarded with a fresh flow of slick as Dick groaned and panted into the pillows. Jason scented across the back of his shoulder and along his hairline at the base of his neck.

“Perfect,” Jason said into his hair. “You’re so good, omega.”

“You promised,” Dick said back, slurring a bit.

Jason hummed. “I did promise you a knot, didn’t I?” He could already feel it growing, that pressure at the base of his cock as the skin stretched tight. It caught on the rim of Dick’s ass as he kept thrusting and that was amazing, but he knew not to keep it up for too long, or else he ran the risk of hurting Dick.

He buried the knot in Dick’s body, grinding into the omega gland and being rewarded with a fresh spurt of slick. He couldn’t pull fully out again, his knot was too swollen, but he pulled his hips back just a bit, so Dick could feel the tug from the inside. Dick groaned and gasped and came immediately. His cock jerked but only a thin trickle came out, messy and careless over their fingers. He clenched around Jason and Jason grunted and pushed as far in as he could get and came inside him, coating his insides with sticky alpha seed.

Dick relaxed almost immediately, going boneless against the mattress as he was filled up. After a moment he patted blindly around until he located Jason’s arm, which he tugged at until Jason lay gingerly against Dick’s back. He ended up fully wrapped around Dick, which was an unexpected pleasure. Usually omegas didn’t want anything to do with him, except for his knot.

They’d be tied together another twenty minutes, at least. Dick’s scent had lost the distress and the anxiety, leaving behind nothing but a satiated sense of accomplishment. Jason smiled and pulled the pile of blankets close, so Dick could fall asleep in the scent of pack.

 

—

 

The room? The room was a mess.

Dick literally could not care less.

He’d woken up during the night utterly confused as to what he’d been so worried about. It wasn’t like he didn’t have an alpha. Jason was right there, strong and warm and willing to give him just what he needed.

He’d fallen asleep with Jason’s knot still buried in his sated body and a smile on his face.

He woke up four hours later about as horny as he’d ever been in his life, feeling distinctly empty, and Jason was still kinda there and Dick moved against him and eventually he woke up and gave him another knot, which was great, and even gave Dick his fingers to suck on, which was also great.

Jason was being real good about the whole thing, actually, not complaining at all when Dick woke him up and wanted his knot, again, before the sun even came up. It was kind of weird that even after three knots Dick felt like he was still empty.

And then Jason replaced his knot with the plug from the clinic—ugh, boo—and got up and came back with burritos and coffee and they had breakfast and then fucked against the questionably stable bedside table and then they took a shower and fucked in there, too.

Dick had no idea what he’d been so damn worried about. That he’d want to have sex constantly? He smirked at his own idiocy. He’d wanted sex constantly when he was thirteen, too, the only difference was that now he was getting it. And it was amazing. He needed it. He needed to be full.

It actually surprised him a little that in the years since discovering masturbation it had never even occurred to him to put something up his ass. It was ridiculous, that he’d been missing out this whole time.

He mentioned this to Jason, but Jason wasn’t buying it. He was content to leave his ass exit-only, thanks. Dick shrugged. His loss.

Honestly? The biggest problem with this whole situation was that Jason was wearing out. Dick couldn’t remember how much sex it was normal to have in a day, but he was pretty sure eight times was pushing the limit. He’d taken over the hard part, blowing Jason until he was hard and then straddling his hips and riding his knot, but it was still taking a toll on his younger brother. He could tell. And Dick kept wanting, even when he was already getting.

He brought up the idea of finding someone else—the burritos had obviously been delivered by an alpha, Dick could smell faint traces of her on the packaging. He mentioned to Jason that she might be willing to help out, and Jason got a kind of weird look on his face and said he didn’t think that was a good idea.

That was three days ago. Dick was kind of distantly aware that heats weren’t supposed to last three days. More pressingly, though, was the scent of pack that absolutely permeated the room. He didn’t understand how it wasn’t driving Jason mad as well. And no matter how many knots Jason gave him he kept feeling empty, and when he wasn’t feeling empty he was starting to feel like everything was actually all wrong. There were more blankets than Dick knew what to do with, which had been nice when they had been cuddling in the warmth, but eventually he shoved the bed into the corner and piled all the blankets up in the middle of the room, and it still wasn’t right. 

Jason tried to help, but he didn’t know where the blankets belonged either, so Dick made him sit on the mattress and watch. The skin under his eyes was dark and the skin everywhere else was pale. It didn’t make him any less handsome. And once Dick started thinking about how Jason looked he remembered how Jason felt, and the pile of blankets was forgotten again. He licked his lips. Jason grimaced, but reached out for him anyway. Dick had to ride him for a long time, but he didn’t think Jason was making him work hard for his knot on purpose.

Dick tried to rearrange the blankets while still tied to Jason. It pulled at the knot in surprisingly delicious ways. But something still wasn’t right. Maybe if that pillow was over there. He nudged it with his toe.

“I don’t know why this is happening,” Jason was saying underneath him. Dick wasn’t really paying attention. Sounds kept tuning in and out funny. It had been doing that for a while, actually. If he could just figure out the blankets…

“You’re not supposed to be nesting,” Jason said, and put the back of his hand on Dick’s forehead, looking troubled at what he felt there. Dick leaned into his touch. “Tell me what you need.”

Jason’s knot started to go down, and Dick clamped down on it, trying to get it to stay in his body. “Fuck me,” he said, and tried to ride Jason’s cock, but it was too soft and Jason winced a bit as it flopped out of him. Probably he was oversensitive. Dick’s own cock had barely gotten hard since the first day. It was kind of annoying. It kept getting in the way when he was on top. He would have to get it removed.

“Can’t,” Jason told him. “Not yet. I need to… Here, c’mere.” And then he tugged at Dick until he knee-walked up the nest to kneel over Jason’s chest. Jason slipped two fingers into him. They went in easy, and Dick rocked back on them, trying to get them deep enough to fill him properly. He felt like tearing his hair out when instead of turning into a knot they just kept being useless fingers. Jason crooked them inside him, using them to tug Dick further up until Dick’s ankles were next to his ears. Jason tipped his head back and licked around his buried fingers, which had no right feeling as good as it did when Dick still felt like he was missing something. Dick was aware he was making noises about it—sharp cries of pleasure and frustrated pleas for more—but he couldn’t tell if he was making any sense, and he couldn’t make himself shut up.

Jason spread his fingers and put his tongue in between them. Dick felt his body quiver as he leaked slick, which had been an odd sensation in the beginning but which he now understood was a fundamental part of getting a knot, and was therefore extremely important. He bore down on Jason’s fingers and tongue, and then stopped when Jason informed him it was pushing the alpha come out of him, which was apparently not his intention. Jason swapped his fingers out for the horrible plug and fucked him with it, licking around it as he did until he was hard enough for Dick to ride him again. This time his knot barely lasted a few minutes, even when Dick clenched down on him just right.

Jason started to clamber out of the nest. Dick grabbed his ankle and hauled him back in, then leaned down to lick at his soft cock, tasting slick and come, and when that didn’t work he swallowed it whole. Jason twitched and weakly tried to push him away. 

“I can’t,” he said. “Dick, not yet. I… fuck, I need to call the others, you need more—” 

He tried again to get out of the nest, but this time Dick wrapped arms around his hips and held on, inching down his cock until Dick’s throat was squeezing convulsively around the soft head of him. 

Jason made a miserable sound, and put a hand on the back of his neck.

“Dick,” he said. “Relax.”

Dick felt himself go all floppy. How nice. Just floating in a sea of pack-scent with his alpha in his mouth. And then Jason was pulling out of mouth, out of his arms, and Dick jerked out of the haze to make a desperate grab for him. Jason looked surprised at that. He tried again.

“Omega. Stay down.”

That weird floaty feeling again, but he fought back instinctively. Alpha couldn’t leave. Dick was so empty. When he swam out of the haze the expression on Jason’s face was just short of terror.

“Shit. Fuck. Okay, okay. It’s worse than I thought. Guess you’re coming with.” He grabbed onto the back of Dick’s neck and hauled him up out of the nest. Dick plastered himself to Jason’s side, licking at his throat and shoulder and whatever else he could reach. Jason was scouring the room, ruining Dick’s nest as he looked for… something.

And then Jason towed him out into the hallway. Dick went tense. The pack smell was significantly less strong out here. It wasn’t safe. It made his teeth ache. He tried to drag Jason back to the bedroom.

“I know, I know, just a minute, Dick.” His hand was vice-tight around the back of Dick’s neck, but Dick didn’t want to be scruffed, he wanted to be knotted. He wanted the nest back.

“Alpha,” he said, and it came out as a plaintive whine. Jason was throwing things around, ripping the cushions off the couch, flinging the detritus off the kitchen table. Dick licked frantically at his neck, instinctive, then bit down, and when that didn’t work he brought his own hand up and bit into his wrist. It kind of helped. He bit again.

“Dick!” Jason yelped. He smelled all wrong.

Jason grabbed at his wrist, yanking it free of his mouth. Dick tried to tell him that it didn’t hurt, not really, but he was too busy trying to get Jason’s fingers in his mouth. And then Jason spied his phone on the kitchen counter and almost sent it flying with his desperate grab for it.

“Put your arms around me,” he ordered. He indicated his own neck. “And put your teeth back here if you need to bite something.” Dick did as instructed, but it wasn’t the same. He tried to pull back, to go for his own wrist again, but Jason held the back of his head to keep his teeth right where they were. Dick trembled, and clamped down hard, trying to ease the ache in his gums. Jason just grunted and then picked him up, so Dick could wrap legs around him, too. Jason barely staggered as he jogged him back to the bedroom, collapsing down on the pile of blankets when he got there. 

Dick immediately released Jason’s neck and started pushing the blankets back into position. It smelled much safer here, but everything was still all wrong. Jason rolled him onto his back and started slicking up the silicone plug from the clinic. Dick kicked at him when he tried to put it in him. He didn’t want some stupid toy, he wanted a knot. 

“Dick,” Jason pleaded, and then lurched forward, dropping the plug on Dick’s belly to grab one of his wrists, and then the other. Dick realised he’d been lifting them to his mouth, because his teeth were still aching. Jason gave him the corner of a pillow to bite instead, but it wasn’t the same. Jason took both wrists in one hand, and kissed Dick’s fingertips, looking about as miserable as Dick felt. “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said. “You’re not getting better.”

Dick knew exactly what Jason should do with him. He wriggled his hips meaningfully. But Jason didn’t give him his cock, only the horrible silicone plug. The nub rubbed the lovely spot inside him, which was nice, but it wasn’t as nice as a knot, and it just served to remind Dick how empty he was, even though he knew he wasn’t actually empty.

Jason hauled at his trapped wrists, sitting him up and then yanking him to straddle one of Jason’s thighs. Jason repositioned his wrists at the small of his back, and used the new hold to rock Dick back and forth, encouraging him to fuck himself on the plug. Dick wriggled unhappily, but found he couldn’t go far with Jason holding him, so he let himself get moved. He tried to enjoy the plug. Tried to enjoy the taste of Jason as well, though he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to really feel full of him. Jason let him bite and bite, leaving bruises up and down his throat, even when it was obvious it wasn’t helping. It felt like Jason wasn’t even paying attention. He had his chin hooked over Dick’s shoulder. Dick was pretty sure he was on his phone.

“Alpha,” he begged. “Please.”

Jason put the phone down. “They’re on their way,” he said. He rubbed Dick’s back for a bit, then brought his hand to Dick’s mouth instead. “Please don’t bite these off,” he said, and fed Dick two fingers, then three. It was much better, but still not right. Dick sucked at them hard, wondering if he could get fingers to knot his mouth if he did a good enough job. Jason obligingly fucked them in and out. He had nice long fingers. Calloused and familiar. Not as nice as his knot would have been, but it was better than the emptiness. Jason shoved the pads of his fingers under Dick’s tongue, making Dick’s mouth flood with saliva. Dick made noisy swallowing sounds, useless with Jason’s fingers in the way, getting drool everywhere. Jason made an approving noise and rubbed his other fingers against Dick’s trapped wrists.

“Don’t freak out,” he said after a while. Dick was still riding his thigh and making a mess of them both. He hummed.

There was the sound of the front door, and then, “Jason?” someone yelled.

“In here,” Jason called back, shushing Dick when he tried to get up. Jason’s thumb came under Dick’s chin so he was holding Dick by the jaw. And then—

Dick gasped around Jason’s fingers as he smelled someone new arrive. That was an alpha. That was a pack alpha.

“Hey, Dick,” Tim said from the doorway.

 

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From the desk of [removed]

Subject line: Countdown begins

Body text: To my friends in Gotham who have expressed their interest in the proceedings. This is your 24 hour warning. I have received word that my arrangements have been successful, which means Wayne’s whore will be arriving at my clinic within the day. Dropped off willingly by his own pack. Make your necessary preparations and await my call. They’re sure to give up on him any minute now.

 

 

 

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter: heat related grogginess/changed mental state with a subsequent inability to properly consent; explicit anal sex & knotting; use of the "alpha voice" (i.e., commanding someone who can't disobey); self harm

 

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Chapter 4: Heat + Bats (5k)

Summary:

“Why’s he smell like that?”

“He needs a knot, idiot.”

“What have you been doing this whole time if not—”

“Just get in him, Drake, fuck.”

Notes:

New tags! New characters! Ignore the steadily rising chapter count!

 

Another enormous thank you to Avery who has been forced to nurture an entire comma plantation in order to beta this fic 💙

 

Warnings for this chapter in the end notes

“Jesus Christ, Jay, crack a window or something,” Tim said.

“Just get in here,” Jason snapped, and this time he released Dick’s wrists when he wriggled. Dick grabbed at his shoulders. 

Dick felt Tim settle behind him. Just like Jason, he didn’t smell nearly as terrible as he used to. Not terrible at all, in fact. Dick hummed, rocking on Jason’s thigh and wishing the plug inside him was a cock.

“Heya, Dick, how’re you feeling?”

“He’s not very responsive,” Jason told him. “And I can’t leave his mouth empty to talk anyway. Touch him.”

Tentative fingers brushed his shoulder.

“Lower, Tim. For fuck’s sake.”

The hand slid slowly downward, haltingly, like Tim kept expecting to be told off.

“Why’s he smell like that?”

“He needs a knot, idiot.”

“What have you been doing this whole time if not—”

“Just get in him, Drake, fuck.”

Tim’s body weight tentatively pressed against Dick’s back. “Dick?” he said. “Can you hear me?”

“He’s not going to answer,” Jason told him, starting to smell annoyed. “He’s been getting worse. Would you just—” He breathed out hard through his nose, though his fingers stayed gentle in Dick’s mouth. “Tim. Would you please just knot him?”

Tim’s fingers reached the base of Dick’s spine, paused, then slipped down the crack of his ass. Dick moaned. He rose up onto his knees and angled his hips back. He tried to open his mouth even wider, so Tim could fit his own fingers in there too, if he wanted.

“Dick?”

Jason huffed. “Tim…”

“I’m not just going to fuck him when he’s not even asking for it, asshole.”

“Then get the fuck out,” Jason snapped. “He’s your omega, shit for brains, can’t you smell that he needs you?”

Tim’s fingers circled the base of the plug. Dick shoved back into his hand. Yes, yes, please. The plug shifted inside him and he clamped down on it, smelling alpha and hoping for a knot. Tim pulled at it, making it rub against the lovely spot inside him. Dick groaned. He was going to get a knot. Alpha was going to knot him. 

“Come on, Dick, you know the drill,” Jason said quietly. “You gotta let it go so he can fuck you.” 

Yes, that was exactly what he wanted. He tensed harder.

“Not this again,” Jason muttered, then, “relax, omega.” 

Dick didn’t want to. What he wanted was a knot. But alpha’s voice made him feel swimmy and he was well fucked and slippery with slick, so when Tim tugged again he felt the plug slide free. He mourned the loss almost immediately, even though he didn’t really want it. He was so empty.

“Christ, Dick, you smell amazing.”

“Clothes, Drake.”

“On it, on it.”

Dick tried to follow Tim’s body as he moved away, but Jason was still holding his jaw. He pulled back harder, but Jason’s fingers were locked behind his teeth. He had half a moment to consider biting down, but then Tim was back and draping himself over him and it was skin on skin on skin, and he groaned, letting Tim pull his hips back so he was practically presenting. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where Dick went where he was told,” Tim mused.

“He’s in heat,” Jason snarled. “Don’t you dare judge him right now.”

“I wasn’t—I would never!”

“It’s heat, you fucking asshole, don’t—” 

They were fighting. They were fighting about him. They probably wouldn’t even let him have a knot, now. He wiggled his hips and sucked hard at the fingers in his mouth, trying to distract them, though he didn’t have much hope. Jason and Tim's arguments were legendary, even amongst the bats.

But to his surprise it worked immediately. They shut up almost mid-sentence, turning to nose at him and make soft sounds and tell him he was good. They rubbed their faces right against his neck, so their scents got all mixed up as well.

Oh, okay. Nice.

He wiggled his hips again. Good omegas got knots. He was pretty sure that was a law or something. And maybe Tim knew that law too, because he put hands back on Dick’s hips and edged his body closer.

“You’re going to be a fucking menace when you learn to use your scent properly,” Jason whispered to him, still fucking his fingers into Dick’s mouth. Dick wasn’t listening to him. His senses were locked onto the alpha behind him. He spread his knees wider.

“This is so fucking weird,” Tim muttered, but it didn’t matter what he thought was weird because he was feeding his cock into Dick’s hole, and Dick was drooling non-stop around Jason’s fingers.

“You ever fucked an omega before?” 

“N—no, oh shit, he’s so tight.”

“Just go slow, you’ll feel a spot—”

Dick twitched.

“—Right there, yeah, that’s the omega gland. Normally you should be giving it at least a bit of attention but he hasn’t been able to get hard in days. Just leave it alone. What he needs is alpha come, and then your knot to keep it in there. Don’t bother trying to prolong it, just knot as soon as you can.” 

“You’re telling me I shouldn’t—oh, fuck, Dick, you’re amazing—shouldn’t even try to make it good for him?”

“Tim, you’re not paying attention. If all he needed was to feel good do you think I would’ve called for help? Something’s not right, he’s not pulling out of it. He needs your knot, and your come, and other than that you can be a blow up doll for all I care.”

Dick kind of cared. He’d rather have Tim than some doll. Tim smelled like pack. And he was noticeably less exhausted than Jason. His knot was already catching. Dick fucked back into him, speared at both ends and surrounded by the smell of pack and finally feeling something other than empty. 

Tim was so clever. And thoughtful and sweet, even when he was being an asshole. Why hadn’t Dick ever noticed before now?

Tim kept up a litany of chatter as he moved. Dick didn’t really listen. There was only one thing he wanted from Tim, and it didn’t require conversation. He spread his knees wider and put his head as close to the ground as he could without losing Jason’s fingers in his mouth. Tim groaned, low, and his hands gripped tight around Dick’s hips, yanking him back onto every thrust so there was an audible slap every time their bodies met. Slick squelched out as Tim’s knot expanded, dribbling down Dick’s thighs and belly.

Eventually Jason directed Tim to stop thrusting, and showed him how to grind in so that Dick felt fullest. Jason was a good alpha. Dick put a hand on his belly and pressed down, so he felt even fuller. Being empty and full at the same time was very strange.

When Tim’s knot was fully locked Jason went to get Dick some water, then pushed both of them to lie on their sides.

“Good omega,” he murmured. “Reckon you can get some sleep?”

Probably. He felt wonderful. Tim wasn’t as big as Jason but his cock was long and he filled him up so good. Dick made a contented sound and reached back to pat around until he found Tim’s arm, which he tugged round until he could replace Jason’s fingers in his mouth with Tim’s. Tim didn’t have Jason’s broad chest, but he was still an exceptionally comfy pillow.

He dozed, half listening to the conversation around him. The bathroom light clicked on.

“Shit,” Tim hissed. “Jay, your neck.”

“I know, I know. Better me than him, though.”

“You’re bleeding! Are those—Jason, are those bite marks?”

“They’re not mating bites, settle down. He’s self-soothing. I’ve seen it once before, when—Fuck, it doesn’t matter. How long til the others get here?”

Dick drifted.

He woke up when Tim’s knot went down, but Tim was still young and much to Dick’s delight he could go again straight away. This time Dick got on top and rode him, hands on his chest, and Tim made interested sounds about Dick’s belly, and nipples, and thighs. Jason was passed out beside them, and didn’t wake up even when Tim cursed up a storm when his knot caught. He did wake up, however, when the front door opened again, and Steph stormed into the bedroom like a thunderclap with Cass melting into the room behind her, and Duke and Damian bringing up the rear. 

Dick lit up. More alphas! He strained toward them, even though he was already tied. Tim grunted and dragged his hips back down, and that was just as well because after a bit of back and forth with Jason about… something—Dick wasn’t paying attention—his alphas stripped off and came to him instead. Lovely. They scented at him tentatively, then a bit more urgently when he wriggled and scented back, rubbing himself over their faces and necks. Damian in particular smelled fresh and appealing; a new alpha all for him.

“Alphas,” he purred.

Tim perked up at the sound of his voice. “You back with us?” he checked. Dick just beamed at him. “Guess that’s a no, then.” He ground up into Dick’s body, cock twitching. He was coming noticeably more than Jason had been managing. Dick kind of wanted to be filled with come. That would be nice. 

Cass was looking around at the piles of discarded blankets. Dick kept trying to rearrange them, even when he was knotted. She lifted an eyebrow at Jason.

Jason grimaced. “Right,” he said. “So this is… Listen, I think something’s wrong.”

“Wrong how?”

Jason propped himself up against the wall, sipping gatorade and looking close to death. He rubbed a hand across his face.

“He’s acting heatsick. Like an omega without an alpha.”

They glanced at Tim, visibly tied into Dick’s body.

“...Are you sure?”

Jason grimaced.

“A few months ago I helped this omega,” he started. “She got the change so her husband wouldn’t have to, right, because he was some big shot CEO or whatever. I know, don’t get me started. But he was out of town and the rest of the pack couldn’t help and so she was trying to get through it alone, and she had something similar going on. Kept trying to pile up all his clothes and shit. And she was biting anyone who got near, trying to drag them into the nest to knot her. Except there was no one else around so she was just biting herself instead. Like her body was doing whatever it could to mate.” 

“What happened to her?” asked… someone. Dick wasn’t paying attention. Steph was nuzzling the back of his neck and rubbing his sides and belly. She smelled so nice. He kept trying to grind back into her but every time he moved Tim’s knot tugged from the inside. Oh yeah. He was already knotted. He kept forgetting…

“The symptoms went away as soon as she got a knot,” Jason was saying, and Dick felt all eyes turn back to him. He preened a little, and opened his mouth. Steph took the hint and gave him her fingers. He set his teeth gently behind the knuckle, so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“He’s already getting a knot,” she said.

“Obviously,” Jason snapped. “You think I don’t know how to—”

Dick whined a bit, and just like last time the argument stopped in its tracks. Everyone reached out to rub their scents on him. Ooh, lovely. He hollowed his cheeks to suck hard at Steph’s fingers, and she rewarded him by rubbing gently against his tongue.

“I don’t know why he’s not getting better,” Jason said, changing tacks. “It’s like his body isn’t recognising he’s getting knotted.”

Steph cuddled him some more. Her breasts pressed into his back, which was awesome. He didn’t think he’d ever thought about Steph’s breasts before now. What a travesty. They were great.

“Hey there, Dick,” she murmured. “How are you liking Boy Wonder’s cock? He’s big, isn’t he?”

Dick whined again and ground down on Tim’s cock. Tim groaned and grabbed his hips, twitching inside him.

“I think he knows he’s getting knotted just fine,” Steph surmised.

Jason just shrugged helplessly.

“We could try getting two knots in him,” Tim said. “I’ve seen it before.”

“Yeah, in porn,” Jason scoffed. “With professionals. He hasn’t even been an omega for a week. He’d tear in a second. It’d be safer to try knotting his mouth.”

Duke eyed the bite wounds on Jason’s neck. “Let’s leave that as a last resort.”

Damian started to say something about hormones, but Dick had stopped paying attention. Tim’s knot was going down. He wanted it to stay. But then Cass was getting into position behind him and she fucked him just as good, and then Dick went a bit hazy because they just went one after the other, so he was never empty for more than a second before the next cock was filling him. 

Duke fucked like he fought, with big powerful thrusts that had Dick crying out, his cock valiantly trying to get hard as the gland inside him was worked over. Steph didn’t have the same power behind each thrust, but she came copiously inside him and got him so wet each time she knotted. Damian got instructions from the others on how to do it right, but he steadfastly ignored the lot of them in favour of knotting Dick as hard and fast as he could, which was honestly spectacular. Cass kept changing her style, staring at him intently like he was a puzzle she needed to solve. He kind of felt like a puzzle. Like a box full of jigsaw pieces that were all mismatched. Tim knotted him a bunch more, too, and left finger-shaped bruises on his hips.

And yet he was still so fucking empty.

Noise filtered in and out strangely, but he made a point of thanking them whenever he remembered how to make his voice work. They peppered him with questions every time he was awake enough to hear them, but he never knew what to tell him. And besides it hardly mattered, they just kept giving him knot after knot no matter what he said. Because they were good alphas. The best alphas. It must be him that was bad, and that’s why everything was still all wrong. He tried to tell them that he was empty, but he wasn’t sure they were getting it.

They ended up wrapping his forearms in what he vaguely recognised as Spoiler’s torn-up suit, armouring his skin. Which was a bit weird, and it tasted wrong when he bit at it, but they wouldn’t let him pull it off. They kept smelling all scared and yucky when he did that, so he tried to leave it alone, but it was getting harder to focus on things like that, and that just made them smell even worse. The smell of distressed alpha was just as unpleasant now as it had been when he was also an alpha.

Cass licked tentatively at his neck. At first he tried to flinch away. Even just her tongue felt like too much. But she licked over his shoulders and across his Adam’s apple and all up and down his neck until she could get close to his scent glands. They weren’t anything special, just patches of skin where his scent was thickest, and where an alpha would bite when it was time to leave the pack. But they felt tender and sensitive and he moaned unhappily when she licked at them properly. She held firm and kept going and after a while they stopped hurting so much, and she switched to using her fingers, kneading at them both at the same time while he flopped against her. Her hand was just big enough that she could hold the back of his neck like he was a scruffed cat and her thumbs and fingers could reach both sides of his neck, which made his toes curl and had him mewling open-mouthed for more. She licked at him again, and her teeth grazed his skin.

He tried to ask her if she was going to mate him, but he had to repeat the question a few times until she understood. His tongue wasn’t working quite right. None of him was working quite right.

“That hardly ever happens,” Jason told him. He was running a wet cloth over him, which was lovely. “Proper bonding isn’t just a bite. It’s virtually impossible during heat.” He kept talking—something about how bonds would just fall apart if there wasn’t legitimate psychological something or other—but Dick wasn’t paying attention. Tim was sucking Steph off to get her hard enough to fuck him, which meant he was about to get a knot. And that was much more interesting.

He got a knot in his mouth, eventually, too. He was vaguely aware of some kind of argument about it happening behind him, and either Jason volunteered or drew the short straw because then he was tapping Dick’s cheek, trying to get him to concentrate. Dick blinked up at him. His head felt like that time Alfred had gone away and Bruce had tried to make soup, but it went all sludgy and thick. Porridge soup. 

“I’ve got a knot cuff right here,” Jason was saying. “Just tap out if you need me to use it.”

“But I’m not porridge soup,” Dick told him, blinking out of sync, and Jason got this heartbroken look on his face.

“I know, wing, I know. We’re doing everything we can. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”

Dick had already lost the thread of the conversation. Jason had his cock in his hand, and Dick tried to turn around so Jason could fuck him, but there was a knot inside him already. Oh, that’s right. He was sitting on Duke’s knot. It was so hard to remember he was full when he felt so empty. He was resting on his calves, and on Duke’s pelvis, and Duke had a gentle hold of his ankles. When he wiggled his toes Duke rubbed his thumbs across the Achilles tendons, a move so tender and at odds with the way he’d just fucked Dick that Dick got distracted all over again.

Jason put the tip of his cock on Dick’s lower lip, and Dick brightened. Ooh!

“Please don’t bite this off,” Jason said, and then fucked slowly into his mouth. Dick groaned. Jason was so good to him. He sucked and licked and then, when the head of Jason’s cock slid down past the back of his molars, he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

Jason grunted above him and pulled out a bit, so Dick could suck at the head of him, before thrusting glacially back in. Dick was distantly intrigued to discover that it didn’t make him gag even once. Maybe that was always the case when cocks were as lovely as Jason’s. Or maybe all cocks were just like that to omegas. His throat might have a totally different internal structure now.

Dick focused his efforts on the soft spot at the base of Jason’s cock, which was hot to the touch from all the knots Jason had already been giving him. He licked at it every time Jason fucked down into his throat, and sucked hard when Jason pulled out, trying to draw him back in. Dick clawed at his thighs and ass when he did that, desperate to yank him back. He was terrified Jason would knot on the wrong side of his teeth and it would get wasted.

Slowly, slowly, in…

Then slowly, slowly out…

Dick did his best to prolong the in portion and do away with the out portion entirely…

“Stay calm,” Jason said at last, and slid all the way in. And stayed there. Dick’s tongue started to feel a little trapped but he rubbed it against Jason’s cock as best as he could. Jason pressed close, so Dick’s nose was against his belly. He smelled so good. There was a tiny little scar on his iliac crest that Dick had never seen before. His knot was growing. Dick ached for it. He opened his mouth wider. A muscle in his neck twinged but he just kept opening wider and wider, jaw straining, arms tight around Jason’s waist so he wouldn’t go away. He thought his jaw might unhinge completely and he didn’t care in the slightest. Jason swore and clutched at Dick’s hair and ears and his knot expanded fully, blood-hot and so heavy on Dick’s tongue. Dick’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt alpha come trickling down his throat, too far back for him to even need to swallow. 

He was getting Jason’s knot. He must be a good omega after all. His tongue was squished to the back of his mouth, where it blocked his airway a bit, and he tried to wriggle it back under Jason’s knot and Jason made a strained sound above him and it was so much, he was so full. He tried to groan and couldn’t even do that. His throat was plugged up tight.

He was vaguely aware that there was a fair bit of movement around him. Jason was shifting a bit, tipping Dick’s head this way and that, and Dick realised he was trying to find the right angle so Dick could breathe. Ha. Good luck. He was corked up like a shaken soda. He blinked spots out of his vision, and Jason swore above him.

“Dick, relax.”

He felt very relaxed already, but let himself flop into Jason’s arms completely. Stuffed full at both ends and surrounded by pack and full of alpha come.

“Breathe,” came a jumble of voices, so he did that too. It whistled a bit as it strained through the sliver of space past the intrusion of Jason’s cock and knot, but the tense smell dissipated almost immediately, so he stayed right where he was and breathed some more. Jason thumbed away some moisture leaking from his eyes.

“Did it work?” someone asked.

“He smells better.”

“You’re so good, omega, you’re so good.”

“Duke, how’s he feel?”

“Yeah, good. Not squeezing so hard.”

“That’s it, Dickie-bird, just like that.”

Dick floated there, moving his tongue sluggishly as Jason came down his throat. His jaw was strained so wide his ears were ringing, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing had hurt for days. It had just been that awful emptiness.

Jason’s fingers combed through his hair and swiped over his cheeks. He was murmuring nice things down at him, but sound was still funny. His knot was so big and hot, filling Dick’s mouth so good. And he hadn’t wasted it, either. He’d put it right in Dick’s mouth where it belonged. Dick could feel every twitch of his cock as he coated Dick’s throat with come. Dick swallowed helplessly, even though the peristaltic movement of his throat was practically pointless with Jason’s cock so far down there.

Maybe he could just stay here. He could literally feel his belly warming with what Jason was giving him.

Wishful thinking. Probably Jason was still exhausted from all the sex of the last few days because all too soon his knot was deflating. Dick licked at him hopefully as his cock slipped free. But he must still be a good omega because Steph put her cock in his mouth next, wet as usual, and Jason showed her how to thrust slow enough that she wouldn’t damage him. Personally, Dick kinda liked the sound of getting fucked til it hurt, but he was still a little floaty and that was nice, too.

When Steph came he wasn’t quite able to swallow it all, and some dribbled out from between his stretched lips. He tried to catch it and when her knot softened she helped him clean it up, letting him lick her fingers so none of it went to waste. Her hair was pulled back into a messy knot on top of her head, and it made her look dishevelled and beautiful, though she’d probably punch him if he said so to her face. Everyone looked rather dishevelled and beautiful, actually. His alphas. How had he not seen it before? He wanted them so badly. 

Duke switched out with Cass, and Steph switched out with Damian, who switched out with Tim. Then they switched again. Jason kept trying to get water and food into him, but if it wasn’t a cock he wasn’t all that interested in putting it in his mouth.

Everyone smelled kinda hopeful for a while, but Dick kept asking for more knots and soon they were back to stressed and anxious. Dick was pretty sure it was the omega’s job to ease pack tension, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to do it. 

They were being so good to him, and he loved them so goddamn much. Had he ever told them? He didn’t think he’d realised it, before now. Or else maybe he hadn’t let himself know it. He had the vague understanding that knowing would cause all sorts of problems when this was over. But he couldn’t help himself from feeling it anyway. They kissed him, and knotted him, and they were all in the same room together for him, and he wanted to be theirs forever.

But they were slowing down. Six alphas to one omega was a good ratio, but they were only human. Dick tried to be better about sucking them just right so that they’d stay longer. He found he could barely close his jaw in between knots anymore, but that was okay. It didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt, really, except the places he was empty, even when he wasn’t empty at all.

Damian stuck electrodes across his chest and held his hands when he tried to swat them off. “Your heart, Richard,” he said. “You need to calm down.”

Dick felt calm. Or at least he felt fuzzy, which was kind of the same. If he sat up too fast he got spots in his vision, but he didn’t need to move much when he was knotted, so it was okay. Someone had clipped an oxygen cannula to his septum, which helped a bit when he could only breathe in wheezes past his alpha’s knots. But they smelled so scared, and sometimes he couldn’t hear them at all past the rapid-pulse thumping of something loud nearby. His heart, maybe.

He tried to tell them that he was okay, and when that didn’t work he tried to tell them that he loved them. Steph burst into tears. Dick reached out to scent her but by the time he got his arm up she wasn’t there anymore. He was losing time.

“Yeah, Richard Grayson,” Jason was saying behind him. “He came in a week ago for an omegatisation, do you have his file?”

“Don’t listen to that,” Tim told him, fucking into him with short, rapid thrusts. “Eyes on Cass, yeah?”

Cass beamed at him—which was unusual just by itself—when he blinked sluggishly up at her, and peppered a few kisses across his nose and cheeks before cupping his jaw and feeding him her cock.

“No, that’s… What the hell does that mean?”

Jason’s scent plummeted. Dick tried to turn around, but Cass held his face, swiping thumbs over his cheeks.

“He’s got a whole pack, we’re not gonna bring him in. There’s gotta be something else that—”

Cass was hushing at him, carding fingers through his hair and making soft noises, but Jason kept smelling worse and worse and it was making the others tense up, too.

Jason hurled his phone at the wall, and everyone jumped so hard it could have been pretty disastrous if Tim or Cass had been knotted.

“It’s not him,” Jason told the room. “It’s us.”

“That can’t be the—”

“What the hell does that even—”

“Fuck off, Jay, you can’t be—”

Jason cut them off. “He’s heatsick. His body’s not reacting like it’s supposed to, he’s not recognising us as alphas.”

The smell of one distressed alpha was bad. A whole room of them? Dick almost passed out. He realised he was gasping for air when Cass pulled out of his mouth to give him more room to breathe. It didn’t help. Something was wrong. They were all so agitated. Scared and guilty and horrified and a slew of other emotions battering against his exhausted senses, and he knew he was a bad omega but he didn’t realise he was this bad, he didn’t know what he’d done wrong but there was no way they were going to give him a knot now, he was going to be empty forever and he was going to die like that, a bad omega who couldn’t even get his own pack to knot him. Nevermind that Tim was literally knotting into him right that second. He was empty and his pack was falling to pieces around him and it was all his fault and—

There were hands on his face, gentle fingers in his hair, alphas murmuring at him and making rumbly purring sounds and telling him he was good. They scented at him frantically, touching him all over, and he tried to scent them back but his limbs were all noodly and everything was wrong.

“What do we do?” Steph asked quietly, petting his belly. 

Jason hesitated, indecision clear in every line of his body.

“We don’t have a choice,” he said eventually. “He needs medical help.”

 

—

 

BATCHAT

Jason: Babs, can you organise a car to get us to the clinic in Metropolis?

Barbara: What do you need?

Duke: Something discrete. Dick can’t be empty for more than a minute.

Barbara: I’m on my way.

Jason: You don’t have to

Barbara: Try and stop me, Todd.

Barbara: I’m apprising B of the situation as well.

Jason: Don’t you DARE

Steph: fck off J

Duke: Yeah I’m overruling that one too. He’s part of this pack whether you like it or not. He needs to know what’s going on.

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter: explicit sexual content: M/M/M/M/M/F/F; heat related grogginess/changed mental state/inability to consent; use of the alpha voice to force a character to comply; self harm; choking (on a knot)

 

Sorry this chapter took a bit longer. We made some big changes to the next few chapters and retconned the hell out of this one as a result, but we *think* we're all done now, just need to edit. The current word count is just under 50k (good gracious).

 

We hope you're having a lovely break and that the only person having a terrible time is Dick 😌