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Like all rogues of Gotham, Bane has had his run-ins with the Bat’s birds. He doesn’t know their names, their uniforms, their silly monikers, but neither does he care to learn.
Bane merely assigns colors to them in his head, red, blue, green, yellow —every color of the spectrum, it seems— and keeps a catalog of the amount of pain they have caused him individually. The Bat will always be a problem for his plans for Gotham— he’ll get to him later— but what the Bat doesn’t hear of, the Bat doesn’t know.
And what he doesn’t know is the hushed discussion about his birds that occurs in the cells of Blackgate. Evil discussions, born from the mind of deviants that only a city like Gotham could raise. Lustful, perverted fantasies of what the alpha prisoners would do if they ever got their hands on one of the Bat’s pack.
Red, they say, is a spitfire of an omega, thick thighs and even thicker hips that are perfect for breeding, with how wide they spread every time he straddles a rooftop to rain hellfire down on criminals. He runs hot, temper, gunmetal, womb and all. He’ll make the perfect incubator for some alpha’s seed one day.
Blue, they say, is a prize to be won even among omegas. Luscious curves and long legs and so, so pretty even with just his mask on, sparkling blue eyes and silky black hair and all. Any traditional alpha knows that their authority would never be challenged with him hanging off their arm. Or their cock.
The only thing that stops these foolish prisoners from making their fiction into a reality is their fear of the Bat’s anger, fully unleashed. But, unlike the other rogues of Gotham, Bane has never relied on sentiment. Obviously that has to be the case, if he is to be ruler of Gotham one day.
However it would be beneficial to have secured his status over the prisoners, and an heir, by the time he ascends the city throne. To further his dominion over the other alphas who would seek to challenge him.
That is enough to keep Bane silently stewing in his cell, plotting how to cage two birds.
Jason’s first reaction when the bag is yanked off his head is to lunge and snap at his captors.
He doesn’t have his helmet or his weapons on him— they’d stripped him down at the first location they brought him to— but he can still bite off some fingers, gore be damned. Instead he gets yanked rudely to the ground by the collar and chain they’ve tied around his neck.
The alpha closest to him laughs nervously. Jason recognizes him as one of the goons who had held him down as they doused him with a tranq. He sneers at him, teeth bared, and the alpha growls. Jason growls back a few pitches deeper.
Fear flickers across the alpha’s face, before he takes a step back to look at his buddies. “Are we sure we don’t need to muzzle him?”
One of the other goons slaps his back. “What, you scared of some lil’ bitch’s bite? They don’t have fangs like us.”
Jason snarls and makes sure to show off his incisors, which are an inch longer than the average omega’s. “Why don’t you come closer and find out.”
He gets backhanded for the threat, head yanked to the side from the force, pain searing into his cheek. His mouth fills with the taste of rust and Jason knows he’s bitten his tongue. The second goon looks slightly more perturbed. “Not one for tradition, are you?”
Jason glares and spits a glob of blood at him. No, he’s not a traditional omega, but no one in his pack really is— or else they wouldn’t be dressing up as vigilantes and fighting the crime around the city. Jason’s certainly never felt the need to bend over backwards the way society dictates omegas do, and that was before the Pit the stature and physique equivalent to an alpha’s. Plus, what does it matter if he’s never taken a knot before? It’s not like he needs it to have mind-blowing sex with his chosen mate. They’ve been experimenting recently, even. They don’t need an alpha’s prick to dictate things in the bedroom.
But speaking of his mate…
Jason lunges again at the men and gets the air choked out of his throat by the chain again.
“What have you done to him?!”
Certain now that he isn’t going to go off-leash, the men jeer. “Worry about yourself first, Hood.”
He hates the way his gut tightens at those words. Dick had been patrolling with him when they had been jumped by a horde of masked men, way too many at once to call for help. They had all been alphas, but with some kind of ointment smeared over their scent glands to make the musk nauseatingly stronger until it was almost like a chemical gas. Without any helmet to filter the smell out, Dick had folded almost immediately, body going limp and pliant as his own biology forced him into submission. Jason had fought and maimed as much as he could, but with his omega on the ground next to him, all vulnerable and quivering from alpha-scent alone, he couldn’t resist as much as he wanted to.
Not for the first time, he hates that something like scent can make such a huge difference in his biology. It’s just not fair.
That same musk is currently in the cell with him right now. It’s not as strong as it was in the alley, but it’s clear the goons have rubbed it on their glands before entering the room. It stinks, honestly, like sweat and tobacco, and cheap gasoline, all mixed into one nasty perfume, but there’s a darker tone somewhere in there that goes straight to his hindbrain and makes him think big, strong, dominant, and yes.
He’s never smelled this on anyone before, not even Bruce who has manufactured his scent patches to smell like the perfect alpha. It’s headier and heavier, fermented, almost like a red wine whereas on day-to-day omegas scents are like fresh fruit. Heck, even most alphas smell like a lighter white wine. Jason feels like he’s drowning in this, the matured scent of an alpha leagues more powerful than him.
Against his will, Jason can feel his body getting bothered. His nipples are getting hard, buds peeking through the thin linen undershirt they’ve left him in. His chest starts to heave with every breath, as hotness pools in his gut. Almost on command, a cool stream of slick runs down his thighs.
He wants… God, he wants…
“Fuck! No!” Jason jerks his handcuffed hands away from where they’ve crept down to the space between his legs, fingers encircling his little cocklet. To his horror, he’s already got his thighs spread, giving the amused goons a good look at the glistening pink folds of his cunt as it clenches down on an imaginary dildo. Blood rushes to his face and he can’t help ducking his head into his arm in shame. The Red Hood, drunk off the first whiff he got of alpha cock.
No wonder Dick had fallen to his knees and presented the moment they were cornered. Jason doesn’t want to admit it, but he doesn’t know how he’s going to stay sane in this cell.
The men are conversing over him as he shakes from fear and withdrawal. “Does the boss want him clean?”
“He wants ‘im compliant.”
“So we can ‘ave a go? Everyone says the bird’s the pretty one but this one’s a looker too. Shouldn’t be hiding all those cute omega features under that ugly-ass helmet.”
A hand yanks his face out of its hiding spot by his hair. Jason can’t help the high-pitched, uncharacteristic whine that breaks out when he’s forced to bare his throat. He’s never acted this way before, and it’s humiliating.
The same alpha fisting his hair does something in his pocket with his other hand. Jason realizes a little too late that he’s actually pulling his cock out, and wants to jerk back so he can throw up in his mouth. Or on the floor, whatever will get these goons to leave him alone.
Then the length smacks him in the face and the world stops.
The misshapen thing is way too unwieldy to be tucked into someone’s pants comfortably. It’s nothing like the pristine, sleek miniature cocks that him and Dick have, that they’ve spent nights together fondling and flicking and suckling with their mouths until one of them comes in little spurts.
In contrast, Jason doesn’t even know if he can fit the head of this in his mouth. It’s so big, at least ten inches in length, and so red too, almost the same color of his helmet, with a thick pulsing vein on its uncut underside.
Dick and his cocklets don’t even have veins because they’re so tiny, and from what Jason has seen of the rest of his pack none of them have it either. And the sac too— gargantuan balls nearly as big as one of his fists, covered with a layer of black hair and filled to the brim with alpha sperm. It’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen.
He doesn’t want it anywhere near his mouth. It’s horrifying. It’s unthinkable. It’s…
“Mm, good boy,” the alpha says, running a hand through his hair. "You're a natural-born slut."
Jason's eyelids flutter and he gives a little moan around the six-inch he’s already managed to fit down his throat.
“All omegas are,” another goon says. “It’s literally built into their genes.”
“Yeah, but this one should’ve been an alpha. Look at the size of him.”
“What does that matter? A bitch is a bitch. Stick a cock in them and watch them fight to hold onto it.”
Not true, Jason thinks. Once he gets out of this, he’s going to gut all of these bastards and cut their dicks off and shove it up their open rectums. Not even Dick would protest once Jason rescues him. They’ve both handed enough punishment to backwards alphas who think they can get away with antiquated moral ideals.
Just as soon as he finishes… sucking off the fattest cock he’s ever seen. Yeah, that sounds good.
The goon gives a short thrust and the last four inches are shoved into his mouth. Jason’s eyes cross. The taste is heavily overpowering, really salty from sweat and acrid-tasting from other things Jason doesn’t want to think about. He can’t stop licking along the girth of it like it’s some kind of popsicle. He can get over the taste if he focuses on breathing through his nose and the act of suctioning his cheeks around the base of the cock. It’s the shape of it that he likes, anyways, and how he can hold its weight on his tongue.
He never would have guessed that he’d be able to fit an alpha’s cock in his mouth, but it’s filling him up so full, fitting into all the curves and bends of his throat so nicely, it’s so comfortable. It almost, just almost, feels like it was meant to be sheathed in him, like a sword in a scabbard. Which it isn’t, of course, because omegas weren’t made for alpha pleasure.
But, drooling around the goon's shaft and drinking his pre-cum, Jason thinks he can pretend it is for now.
“God, he’s slicking up an ocean over you,” one of the goon says.
… Is he? Jason makes a small noise that sounds like a half question, half whine, staring up at his alpha through his eyelashes demurely. His alpha smirks down at him, reaches a hand down to rip off the shirt that’s been soaked through the bottom with his slick.
“Cute little whore,” his alpha says. “You’re lucky the boss wants you unseeded.”
Then he’s shoving into Jason’s mouth so hard he gags, plunging down his esophagus like it’s a sleeve for the alpha’s cock. Jason retches and writhes and bucks, the spell the scent put him in earlier now broken. He struggles for air, for space, for control, for anything. His hands scrabble useless at the man’s hips, trying to push them away.
There's only panic, and pain, he can't stop the force on the back of his head as it knocks him again and again against the base of the goon's cock. He feels like he's going to die, suffocated amongst the alpha's pubes, his eyes tearing up from how strong the stench is.
The goon only laughs and holds him down further as he fucks searing hot pain down his throat.
“D’you think you get to be a pillow princess after all that you’ve fucking done? You know how many of us you’ve shot and killed, you omega bitch?”
Jason gasps in pain as the goon pulls him off and kicks him in the stomach. He tumbles to the floor, curling around himself and holding his midriff. Normally he’d be snarling back and cussing them out for this, but something about the lack of oxygen, the heavy aphrodisiac musk and the still lingering taste of alpha in his mouth is making his cognitive and tactical brain go haywire.
His buried omega instincts take hold, the omega part that warrants him to plead and beg and prostrate himself on the ground for an alpha’s approval. “I’m sorry, forgive me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!”
Something warm and wet spreads across the floor underneath him and Jason doesn’t need to look down to know that he’s pissed himself as a sign of submission. His face burns and for the first time in a long time he feels like crying, throat raw from abuse. The goons snicker.
“Don’t worry, bitch,” one of them croons, and Jason feels betrayed by the relief he feels as the grip on his hair returns, the comfort of an alpha's guiding hand. “We won’t play too hard with your pretty mouth. You’re gonna be the boss’s property after all.”
The rush of endorphins he feels at the praise (what is wrong with him!?) is almost enough to make him forget the rest of the goon’s words. “Who—‘s your boss?”
They exchange a look with each other.
“You’ll find out soon.”
The rest of them crowd in on him as he crawls back onto his knees. It’s a haze from there as the alpha shoves his cock back into his mouth, and the others pull themselves out of their pants and start jerking off on his face. He almost reels back in terror because— god, are all alphas this big? Why didn’t Bruce warn them? Then one of them wraps his cuffed hands around their dick and he’s shivering at the girth of it in his hands, not out of fear but excitement as he’s guided to stroke it.
It’s so overwhelming, all of them crowding him for attention, wanting a piece of his omega, he never thought sex with alphas would be like this—
A cockhead rubs itself against his temple, smearing pre-cum into his hair. Jason nearly comes right then and there, his eyes rolling up into his head and mouth dropping open further. He feels it trigger something in him, maybe more submission, something he didn’t know he needed so much until now. With Dick and the family it was always mutual, giving and taking, sharing each other’s pleasure like a pack does. They spend heats together, trading spots with one another, always being bathed in scents of happy, safe, secure omega. He’s never known what it's like to just use and get used.
But that’s also what Bruce taught them, wasn’t it? A pack of only omegas like theirs still shows deference to authority. The strongest omega is still the leader. And being so utterly dominated by a group of goons like this, who without their orientation would have never had a single chance of taking down the Red Hood… Jason’s never experienced anything like it.
He’s almost grateful the man is still holding his head down on his cock. With that show of force, and his strong thick cock that’s currently plundering his mouth… Jason might have turned around and presented for what may as well be his new alpha.
The goon comes in his mouth, filling it with bitter seed. Jason gulps it down without a thought, it’s like he’s being drenched with that hot alpha musk from the inside. Even better is when the other goons finish themselves off, and he gets decorated with thick ropes of white alpha semen like it’s his calling.
He doesn’t even realize that he’s peed himself again, but this time it dribbles slowly and languidly out his urethra, the sign of a happy, subjugated omega. He sits in a puddle of his own piss and slick and grins dopily up at his captors.
They laugh and ruffle his hair.
“Good bitch,” they say, before a needle pricks into his side and everything goes black.
The first thing Jason sees when he wakes up is a bright fluorescent light on the ceiling that’s nearly blinding him. It makes him realize that he’s being kept in a basement.
The next thing he realizes is that he’s upside-down. No, not fully. But he’s confined to a bench that is tilted at an angle so that his feet are higher than his hips. If he raises his eyebrows he can see the floor above his head. There’s some kind of bed post also hanging over his head, and his wrists are restrained to either side of his temple. His legs are bent at the knees and strapped down.
He’s… in a fucking breeding bench. Not a traditional one, where the omega is face down and ass up, but an inverted version of it. So that he can stare helplessly into the face of whatever sadist is raping him next.
“You sick fuck!” He snarls into the ether. “I’ll fucking rip your throat out!”
Whatever fucking effect the alpha musk had on him has long faded and now he just feels rage and anger towards his past self for submitting so easily. It makes him no better than the omegas in those porn videos, who bend at the waist at an alpha’s command.
Jason really hates that he was born an omega. He can admit that he’s only recently begun to come to terms with it, albeit slowly and all because of Dick’s help.
Dick is the best omega of them all. He’s soft, charming and gorgeous, the perfect archetype of what society wants an omega to be. But at the same time he’s strong, resilient, assertive, and acts like the leader that many alphas wish they were. He’s never been known to shy away from his omega nature, either, always dressed to show off his nape and volunteering at the omega shelters when free. But no pups, no mating bites, no breeder tattoos, no matter how many tabloids jeer at him for being a spinster. Those are the hallmarks of a traditional omega.
Being with Dick made Jason want to be a better omega. How could he not? He's idolized the star omega of their pack ever since he was a pup. And having Dick choose him as his omega mate, letting them consummate their devotion with their own marks over each other's napes— well, that's just a big fuck you to everyone who thinks they can't be self-sufficient. Jason has never loved someone more.
So for that reason he’s going to let his own self-loathing go for now and hope he can get out of these bindings. Then he can go track him down in whatever compound they’re being held in.
“Whoever you want, it’s probably me,” he says, a little less shout-y but still aggressive. “I’ll give it to you. Just don’t you dare touch Nightwing!”
“An interesting offer.”
Jason tries to turn his head in the direction of the voice as best as he can strapped to the bench and lets out a low rumbling growl, fangs bared. “Bane.”
He can hear the villain’s footsteps coming towards him. He must be in the center of the room, and Bane is walking in. Unfortunately, he’s coming in the direction of the far edge of the breeding bench, which means that even if he cranes his neck and digs his chin into his sternum he still can’t see him approach.
Bane stops a few feet away. As usual he sounds like he’s wearing his stupid muffler that makes his voice all raspy and hard to parse. “Unfortunately, Red Hood, you will find that you will still give me what I want.”
“It’s called a deal,” Jason spits. He’s still struggling to look for the man. “I’m not giving you what you want unless I get something in return.”
“Hm,” Bane says, contemplating. Or maybe he’s just short of breath, based on the amount of wheezing Jason hears coming from his direction. He must have had a really bad day today. It sounds more like panting, all wet and soft, breaths too high-pitched for the alpha’s usual tone. “That is what he said too.”
“What,” Jason grits out. “Did. You. Do. To. Nightwing.”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Bane comes into his vision and Jason thinks, no, no, no, nonono. Because it is Bane, with his stupid black and white wrestler mask, muffler over it, venom pipes coming out of his neck and back, studded gloves over his hands. One of the worst villains they have ever taken down who should be in Blackgate right now serving out his life sentence.
But it’s also Dick, his mask fully gone from his face, identity completely out in the open.
It’s Dick who’s hanging off Bane’s large body, his arms looped back around the villain’s neck and thighs spread-eagled for everyone to see, the Nightwing suit torn open around his crotch. It’s Dick who’s got a ball gag in his mouth, but is letting out loud moans and cries every second, panting like he’s a bitch in heat. It was him Jason was hearing from the other side of the room.
It’s Dick who’s got Bane’s giant dick drenched in omega slick, shaft shoved so deep into his tiny pussy that he can’t help but squirt as every step Bane takes thrusts it in deeper. His cocklet is fat and erect, almost quivering with pleasure as the hole beneath it is raped continuously before Jason's eyes.
Dick's breasts heave and he lets out a strangled moan through the gag before he comes, splattering all over the tiles.
“He too made me promise to let you go in exchange for what I wanted. However, I do not think he expected what I was asking for.”
Jason feels real tears prick at his eyes. “You bastard, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Bane stops until he’s right against the bench, wedged between where Jason’s legs are spread. That leaves Dick almost on top of him, and Jason feels sick when he sees the bulge in the omega’s stomach. They’ve never used anything this big in the bedroom… It literally looks like Bane’s dick is tucked snug inside his womb.
His one consolation is that Dick’s blue eyes are glazed over like he’s too fucked out of his mind to be present for the conversation anymore. But Jason knows he’s still holding onto consciousness, with how he shudders and gasps with every orgasm Bane forces out of him.
“I do not want to use your natures against you,” Bane is still saying. “But it is your own pack’s fault for not acclimatizing you to the… other genders. An ideal bitch should be able to take an alpha of my size easily.”
As he says this, he gives Dick’s pussy another thrust. Dick moans something else from behind his gag and a little golden trickle comes out of his cockhead and lands on Jason’s chest.
Jason shivers. That reaction seemed… almost blissful. But Dick would never.
“Ideal omegas don’t exist, dumbass,” he manages to say. “You’re just a dumb fucking alpha.”
“Really… I think he would beg to differ…” Bane rasps.
Before Jason can react, Bane is unclipping the strap he didn’t realize was keeping them together and shoving Dick onto the breeding bench. Dick collapses with his face in Jason’s chest. He’s shaking desperately, whimpering behind the gag, pussy clenching and unclenching from where Bane’s cock is splitting him open.
Jason immediately starts wriggling in his restraints, “Dickie, I mean, Nightwing, you need to fucking run—mmf!”
Bane undoes the gag just as Dick surges up to mash lips with Jason. For a moment Jason is shocked, but the heartache of being reunited with his omega mate makes him melt into the kiss, letting Dick’s tongue ravish his mouth. It’s messy, it’s desperate, it’s perfect, but most importantly, it’s Dick— not an alpha.
That all changes when Dick pulls back. His eyes are still glazed over, and he’s still shaking slightly, with a pink flush across his cheeks. He’s slobbering a little over himself thanks to the gag.
“Jason…” he simpers, and his voice sounds all wrong like this, high-pitched and breathy, exactly like those bitch pornos. This isn’t Dick at all, this isn’t the perfect omega Jason loves, Bane and his goons must have done something to him. “It’s so good, he’s so deep in me, I can feel him all the way inside..."
"Dick, no—"
"He's filling me up, little wing, it feels so good, oh, oh, yes, alpha, breed me, claim me!”
Jason watches in horror as Dick arches his back and keens as Bane comes inside of him. He’s never heard Dick keen before, not even when they’re fucking themselves silly on their favorite double-sided dildo. And he’s never seen him orgasm so hard, tongue lolling out like a dog’s, limbs jerking in a frenzy as his whole body is wracked with pure ecstasy.
Jason feels water on his cheeks. He has no idea if it’s his tears or Dick’s squirt. All he can focus on is how happy his mate looks coming on an alpha cock.
Dick seems to notice his devastation (because he’s still perfect, even after all of this, he still is perfect) and coos, reaching down to brush a hair out of Jason’s eyes.
“It’s okay, little wing,” he croons. “It’s meant to be like this. I was trying so hard to be the omega everyone wanted me to be, but it wasn’t what I really wanted. I wanted to be forced into submission but no alpha was good enough. How could they be? There’s no one stronger than my little omega wing. Until today. I love you, still always.”
Jason’s very clearly crying now, breath hitching before he can say any more words.
Dick shushes him and kisses him gently. “It’s going to be okay, like I said. Master is gonna make sure of that.”
“W-what?”
Then he feels the blunt head of a giant cock prod against his hole, and Jason freaks out. “No, fuck no, get away! It’s too big— get away!”
“You can take it,” Dick whispers feverishly. He’s tucked his head against Jason’s nape now and is currently mouthing at his scent gland. One of his hands drifts down, begins rubbing at the skin over Jason's uterus.
“I took it, and oh, little wing, it’s the best thing you’ll ever feel… It’s everything you’ve been missing as an omega, as a breeder, oh you’ll love it in your womb, I know you will, you’re practically built for pups unlike me…
“Master is going to breed you in a way I never could, it’ll be glorious, you’ll be glorious, so round and fat and stuffed full of cum the way you were meant to be…”
Jason chokes down another sob. The way they are angled, Dick is taking up most of his vision, looking high off alpha pheromones and so blissful and submissive. Jason doesn't want to become like him.
He can still see Bane moving against the breeding bench as he prepares to push deeper into Jason’s pussy. He feels the entrance of his cunt spread as the tip presses in. There's pain with the stretch, and for a moment he thinks that’s it, everything’s stopped and it’s over—
And then Bane rams in.
Jason’s whole world becomes just his pussy and his womb and the giant alpha’s penis pistoning into him—
—claiming him, marking him, violating him, it’s going so deep inside him, oh god. His guts are being fucked open, he’s never had anything in so deep and it’s filling him up, hot and thick, and then it leaves, dragging his lips open and leaving him clenching down on nothing—
The whole bench is being rocked back and forth but Jason doesn’t care, all he knows is that he’s being bred, his pussy is being violated, his womb is being raped.
But instead of pain, which there is a little bit of, he can't help but feel full, so full, and it makes him wonder how he could deal with being so empty before. The alpha cock filling him right now is so good, it's rubbing all parts of his walls that make him shiver and clench down around it as much as he can when it's doing everything it can to spread him open.
He feels like his pussy is being put on display for the world to see how breedable it is. The alpha cock spearing him through is helping show off how pretty his folds are, how wet and sloppy his omega cunt is and how ready it is for pups. His womb wants pups, it needs pups, it needs this glorious feeling of fullness to continue and never go away—
It’s perfect, Jason knows that now, he knows nothing could be as good as this, especially when the cockhead slots right against that one spot that makes him see stars.
This is what he was made for, what they were all made for, to submit to their alpha, to be bred by their alpha. All that posturing between omegas seems so silly now that he’s on his back taking alpha cock like the bitch he’s supposed to be, letting him use his womb like a cocksleeve like a true omega, such a good bitch—
“Good little wing,” Dick purrs, as Jason keens and writhes and squirts and pisses in delight all over Bane’s cock, over and over again, his body making up for all the years spent without orgasming under an alpha.
Dick’s got his own hand between his legs, rubbing his cocklet with two fingers as he watches Jason come his brains out. He jerks himself off, infertile droplets of semen dribbling onto and off the bench, adding to the pool of fluids gathering beneath them. “Yes, that’s good, let it out, you’re doing so well—”
“Master, master, master–” Jason shrills on pure instinct. He throws his head back as he feels Bane knock against his cervix. “Oh fuck, oh god!”
It’s like a lifelong itch he didn’t know about being finally scratched and he just can’t get enough. Everything he learned as a omega on the streets, then as a member of the Batpack, then a vigilante, all of it goes away when he thinks about how right it feels to have a cock in him. He was so stupid, they were all so stupid to deprive themselves of the basic needs of their body. An omega's biological desire is to be filled.
Then all of a sudden the cock in him is gone, he’s hollow, so distressingly empty he can’t help but whine. Jason has never felt so neglected in his life.
Then he watches Dick’s eyes roll back suddenly as the other omega lets out his own pitchy whine.
Oh, Jason thinks, feeling a rush of love. Their master is such a kind alpha, he’s taking care of both of them at once.
So he lies back on his breeding bench, no longer fighting the restraints, kissing and cooing and licking at his mate as Dick gets his own womb filled with their alpha’s cock. A part of him feels jealous, because didn’t Dick get Master all to himself already? Jason wants Master to come inside him too, fill him up and make him bear a litter of alpha pups for Master.
But just when he’s just about to get bitchy, he feels Bane change positions and that wonderful feeling of being pounded into comes back. Now Dick’s the one kissing and cooing and licking at him as Jason takes as much as his alpha wants to give him.
He feels so lucky that Master wants to give it all to Jason even though he's been such a stuck-up little bitch until now. To apologize, he makes his pussy walls flutter and clench around Master’s shaft, massaging it to orgasm.
Jason can’t help but moan when the action actually forces him to come first, toes curling and cocklet squirting as his walls get rubbed the right way. Shame flushes his body, at how slutty he must look coming for every second he’s being dicked, how weak his little omega pussy is to being conquered by alpha cock, but it’s quickly fucked away with the rest of his reservations.
That’s also when he finally smells Master’s scent in the air— sweat, tobacco, gasoline, the same musk that had downed them in the alley.
… Of course, his body would recognize Master anywhere.
Jason can’t imagine why he or Dick never picked up on Bane’s scent before when they fought in the past. He thinks it must be because of how ignorant they all were of their true omegan natures. They say the barriers of the mind are the reasons behind any disconnect in the body. That must be it.
But now Jason can feel Master’s scent filling the room, permeating through all five of his senses, filling Jason's entire body with his presence. It’s truly the happiest moments of Jason's life, to know that he’s beneath one of the strongest alphas he’s ever met in his life right now, helpless to do anything except be used as his bitch. He can be at ease knowing that whatever pups he bears will carry the genes of his Master. They'll undoubtedly be alphas too with how potent his Master's seed is, and they will be protected until they grow to maturity.
So he doesn’t even resist when Master yanks his neck to a side and bites down into his scent gland, large alpha fangs ripping apart the skin there. Nor does he protest when he watches the same being done to Dick. Jason can't bring himself to care that Master's mating bites now overshadow any marks they had left on each other's napes. They were such silly omegas to think they could ever be happy without a Master.
He doesn’t resist at all when Master fucks past the ring of his cervix, and begins to pump his womb full of seed.
When the knot swells into place inside him, Jason just smiles and spreads his knees wider and welcomes more of his Master inside.
As the last bitch slumps over into unconsciousness, Bane knows he has won.
His knot is still tied to one of them, so he takes the time to admire the fruits of his labor. Two omegas at their physical peak and ages, fully ripe for fucking and breeding.
He grabs one by the hair and tilts its face to inspect it. It is a classically beautiful omega— soft black hair, thin nose, delicate bone structure— both of them are. He can see why the Blackgate prisoners get so rowdy over them. It is the thought of having something like a delicacy so close to you but never being able to take a bite.
But specimens of such high caliber are often sheltered. They get squirreled away into estates and high gardens where they never meet anyone. Only the alphas of the highest standard— prime alphas— get to meet them, but these alphas are so well trained that they would never dare release their scent in all its potency near them. Repressed and frustrated omegas have always yearned for excitement.
So he had only needed to ensure that he played his hand correctly, that he recruited the right bitch first before turning the other. Blue was an older omega, nearing spinster age, and Bane guessed correctly that he was beginning to feel the effects of aging more than the younger Red. With no alpha mate to encourage him otherwise, who knows how long the omega would have kept spiraling internally about not fulfilling his body's needs.
Blue had all but thrown himself at Bane once he had gotten a whiff of prime alpha. Within minutes the bitch was begging for a knot, offering up all sorts of information on the Bat in exchange for getting a litter fucked into his withering womb. Prime alpha semen takes the easiest, after all.
But Bane had a plan. The prisoners had been clear on that— Blue for a trophy, Red for pups. It was just his luck that Blue and Red had… a history together.
He doesn’t know what sort of pack the Bat runs, but he knows that allowing an omega-omega relationship to fester will be his downfall.
In the end, raised and weaned off Blue’s love, Red had no built-in tolerance for an alpha’s overpowering scent and seed— according to Bane’s men, he caved almost as quickly as Blue did. But a codependent omega was always a good haul for an alpha, so easy to impress upon, so easy to mold. Like Eve when she takes a bite of the apple, he’ll keep coming back to the taste of submission.
And once Bane finally got to Red, he was pleased to find that his womb was hot like a furnace, and so velvety and soft too. The perfect bed for his seed to grow.
By the end, they were both so drunk off his scent and seed that the bitches gave no resistance when he claimed their napes for himself. He needed to ensure that everyone saw who they belonged to, so that when the time came to overthrow the Bat all those who knew would rise with him.
And these bitches, he would fuck and breed and rape stupid until all they could think about was the pleasure that his cock brought to their pathetic little cunts. They would forget that sorry excuse of a pack they had before and embrace the true calling of their omegas. He would dominate their minds and bodies and spirits so fully that there would be no questioning of who they were loyal to— their alpha, their Master, their one and only.
Such is Bane's path forwards.
EPILOGUE
Jason walks barefeet through the corridors of Blackgate, humming to himself.
It turns out all those months ago, the basement where he’d been brought to meet his Master was actually the long-lost lobby of the prison, hidden beneath renovations and newer floors. For all these years in custody, his Master had been building up a campaign to overtake Gotham in complete secrecy.
It’s where he lives now too, because Master wants his bitches close to him so he can breed them whenever he wants. Dick and Jason aren’t allowed to venture out at night anymore— goodbye vigilantism— but that’s because the more important thing now is making sure their alpha’s balls are always emptied of seed, and their bellies are always stuffed full.
But Jason and Dick both secretly agree that they would prefer going back to the surface. They still have a pack up there after all, and it’s been a few months since they were able to contact Bruce and come up with some random excuse to explain why they’re off-grid. Soon he’s going to be worried.
But there’s also not much Jason can do about it. Jason is so much softer than the rugged omega he used to be. His tits now sag with milk, and his pregnant stomach protrudes like a pillow out from underneath the curtain of the lacy red bra he now wears as his daily clothes.
Even his cock has lost its function over time, being exposed to so much overwhelming alpha pheromone. It can’t even come anymore, just little more than a clit that his master keeps a jeweled sounding rod in for decoration. Overall, Jason couldn’t be happier even if he knows he’d be useless in a fight these days. His body is all docile and sow-like as it gets ready to birth his alpha’s first pups.
“First” is the key word here, because his Master has made it clear that this is the first litter of many Jason is to bear for him. He’s been fucking him like he wants a second litter too. Jason’s cunt looks nothing like the tight pink hole it once was. It’s all flappy and loose now, and he can fit three fingers without any preparation. But like all parts of the omega it has adapted to its master’s wishes, walls soft and warm and wet and happy, always eager to suckle its master’s cock for his seed.
He now has a tattoo over his womb too, inked there by one of Master’s subordinates from the prison. It’s a couple crosses over a wide skull heart that lets everyone know who it belongs to. In combination with the matching red studs he now wears on his earlobes and his nipples, traditional omega decor, extends the ownership to Jason's whole body.
Jason reaches the small closed off section of the basement, knocking on the door. He gets no answer so he opens it and steps on through.
In the center of the makeshift room is a large canopied bed. The bed is the only thing in the space, as to accommodate all three of them at once it must take up the whole room.
At the edge of the it, sitting with his legs spread and cock out, is Jason’s Master. Between his legs, lapping at their alpha’s balls, is Jason’s mate.
Dick got to keep his athletic physique as part of being Master’s trophy omega, the one he gets to show off to the prisoners who question his authority. But that meant that he couldn’t be bred. He hasn’t been allowed to take Master’s knot starting since their first night in Blackgate, no matter how much he pleads and cries and begs for pups.
Anyways, Dick’s been quietly bitter about it ever since Jason got knocked up, even though he also has a breeder tattoo inked just above his buttcheeks, blue studs on his ears and nipples.
He even gets a pretty gold nipple chain that Master uses as a leash when he parades him around the prison, one that makes him squirm and submissively piss himself a little every time it's yanked. Jason thinks Dick’s being spoiled, because he would love nothing more than to be marked and used and made to soil himself in front of Master’s subordinates, instead of spending all day nursing his pregnant belly in private. The shame that comes with being conquered is an inherent part of being an omega.
But Jason gets it, because Dick has spent his whole life trying to be the perfect omega. And the last thing an omega needs to do to be perfect is bear his alpha a nice healthy litter of pups.
So, most of the time when they are left alone in the bedroom, Jason comforts Dick over his insecurities like a good mate should.
He kneels down next to Dick, and smiles when he hears his mate purr in welcome. He doesn’t wait for Master to acknowledge him, knowing that he has more important things in mind, and takes the other ball into his mouth as is his routine. He sucks on the layer of skin fondly before moving to begin caressing its wrinkles with his tongue.
After a while of cleaning their master’s balls, they move onto his shaft. Dick starts at the base while Jason gets the head. He makes a good effort to clean its slit, moaning a little bit at whatever dried seed he picks up there, then laps at the surrounding sheath to clean it off any dirt. He then meets Dick in the middle, their tongues swirling across the alpha’s girth, painting it nice and shiny with their spit.
This is Jason’s favorite part about being an omega, he thinks, even as his belly is full of pups and his tits are filled with milk. The domesticity of it, where he can just sit here in front of his alpha and fulfill his role of pleasuring him. It is the most basic and primal instinct that comes to an omega. It fills him with pride that he can sit here and show how devoted he is to this job that his biology has given him.
After another period of cleaning, Jason feels a large hand rest itself on his head. His Master’s palm dwarves his entire skull, and not for the first time today he's reminded of how big and strong his alpha is. Master could break their submissive little bodies with a single blow, but he chooses not to. Instead he lets them worship him. He can’t help the pleased shiver that sends down his spine, and the way his omega clit stands at attention. A glance at Dick tells him he’s feeling the same way too.
“I’ve decided,” Bane rumbles. “My imminent kingdom needs the security of more than one heir.”
Jason gasps and looks over at Dick. The effect is immediate, as the other omega face flushes with excitement and arousal.
“Master,” Dick breathes, thighs already spreading underneath him, cunt dripping onto the bedsheets, fruity scent filling the air. “It would be an honor.”
Jason is immediately curling around him as best as he can, nestling kisses against his collarbone and nape. “Congratulations, Dickie,” he purrs, “Bruce will be so proud.”
Dick shivers, hope in his eyes. “You think?”
“That is the one thing,” Bane says and they look back at him. “If I breed you, you both will not be able to return to the surface to your pack. Two litters is enough for a start to populating the empire.”
“Oh…” Dick looks disappointed. Jason is too, but he looks at Dick for deference. “I understand, Master. But we haven’t seen our pack since you captured us.”
“You are my bitches. I expect you to fulfill your roles as such.”
Dick still looks like he’s about to protest, but that is when Bane reaches up to his nape and pulls off a scent patch. Almost instantly the room is perfumed with their master’s scent, salty and bitter and musky, all in one, the quintessential scent of an alpha.
The effect is also immediate. Jason can feel his mouth begin to water, his tits beginning to leak, his pussy begin to drip. Even his pregnant stomach gives a little kick, the pups happy at being in the presence of their sire.
Un-pupped and therefore less tolerant of his alpha’s pheromones, Dick’s eyes grow hazy with lust. His disappointment drops away and is replaced with an adoring, cloying smile as he looks up at Bane. It's the most genuine expression an unseeded omega can give— fawning, doe-eyed, eager to please.
“Whatever you say, Master,” he purrs, and leans forward to kiss his cock head sloppily.
“Present, omegas,” Bane orders, and they flip themselves over promptly, even Jason. Even if he can only see it out of the corner of his eye, he can hear the moment Bane mounts Dick, his thick cock slamming into him and wrenching a cry from the omega as he is fucked full of pup-ready semen.
Jason bites his lip, dripping all over where his fingers are spreading his folds, and waits for his Master to fill him.