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He'd thought—when he'd found Batman, covered in Poison Ivy's pollen and staggering down an alley, he'd had to do something. He couldn't...Batman was the one good thing Gotham had left, and he couldn't let Batman get caught while he was so vulnerable. He couldn’t risk someone else getting caught by a rutting Batman, especially if that someone else would tell on Batman when it wasn’t even his fault.
Rutting alpha, Jason thought to himself, a semi-hysterical laugh nearly making its way past the lump in his throat. Alpha.
The tension was palpable, at least on Jason’s end. Jason held so still he only let himself breathe when his lungs felt as empty as his stomach, like if he moved, if he gave up and believed that this was real, then reality would reassert itself, and Batman would go back to being the alpha everyone knew he was instead of the omega clutching Jason against his chest in a nest made out of plastic tarps in the corner of a warehouse and aggressively purring.
Tears pricked his eyes as Batman rubbed the bottom of his chin—which was covered, so there wasn’t even any point—over the top of Jason’s head, the same sleepy way Jason’s mom had scented him before she’d—when he’d been little. He’d been prepared to be used, been prepared for the grossness of how much he hated it combined with the way his body felt when clients touched him. He hadn't been prepared for this. It was so similar, yet so different.
Batman was in heat. He was in heat, and he was treating Jason like Jason was his own pup, and Jason hated it. The only reason he held still and leaned into the touch and whined for more pets when Batman’s hand stilled was because Batman needed to act like he had a pup until Robin showed up and took him home.
Jason closed his eyes against the tears and waited.
And waited.
Jason was pretty sure Robin had just gotten fed up with the stifling cuddles and had decided to leave Batman to Jason. Jason kind of hoped Robin would show up soon, though, so Jason could get away from the mixed up feelings inside him and maybe Robin would feel really bad for Jason and get him a hamburger to say thanks. Jason’s stomach gave him an insistent gnaw to signal its approval of that fantasy.
He’d just started giving up hope of ever being found when he heard a faint whirrrrr of Batman and Robin’s shooty rope guns through the broken window. Robin must have found them.
An hour ago, that would have been great news, because Jason would have thought that it would mean that Robin would give Batman an antidote and save Jason from having to give himself to a high and giant alpha who probably wouldn’t even remember what he’d done to Jason. Now, though…
Jason’s stomach twisted, but he forced his scent to stay at the even, only a bit afraid scent he was carefully controlling. Batman wasn’t his Mama, even if he gave nice hugs and having a packmate, or even the illusion of one, for the first time in two years was going to haunt Jason forever once it was gone. Jason dutifully bit back a lonely keen.
A few minutes later, Jason heard the shifting and groaning of wood as Robin climbed the rickety stairs toward their hiding place.
“—tracker’s leading me here,” Robin told someone. Was Batgirl around too? “I don’t know why he’d come to this place, though.”
It was only another minute later that the door squuueeeaaaaked open so slowly it set Jason’s teeth and nerves on edge. When Jason finally managed to force himself to raise his head a few moments later, he found himself staring up at Robin, who was standing frozen in utter shock in the doorway.
Batman also seemed to notice, and he snapped his head up, growling at the intruder until he realized who it was.
Jason jumped when Batman wrapped his arms around Jason’s ribs and stomach and rolled onto his back so Jason was lying on Batman’s broad, muscular, terrifying chest. He thought Batman was going to—actually, he had no idea what Batman was doing until Batman stretched out one arm toward Robin and chuffed meaningfully, and Jason understood.
Robin was coming to the nest or else.
Jason couldn’t really imagine what Batman, drugged and delirious, intended the or else to be, but they didn’t have to find out. Robin jolted, then unfroze and slowly approached until he was just a few feet from the nest.
Robin’s eyes bored into Jason, and Jason turned his face so his face was hidden beside Batman’s neck. It would have been better worse if Batman’s scent glands were uncovered, but it was still enough to hide Jason from a bit of the scrutiny.
“Agent A, I think we’re going to need a nest in B’s room,” Robin said quietly.
Jason dug his fingers possessively into Batman’s cape and Kevlar suit. They were going to leave, then. It had been nice while it lasted. Maybe Batman would give Jason a free pass to, like, steal his tires or something for staying with him for so long. Or maybe Jason shouldn’t steal from Batman, since Batman had been so nice to him, even if Batman had only even noticed that Jason existed because of sex pollen.
He’d expected Robin to just snatch Batman and steal him away, but instead, the wood beside the nest creaked ominously, and a warm arm was slung over Jason’s back as Robin wriggled in close. Jason stiffened, waiting to be pulled away and off Batman, but Robin just leaned forward to nuzzle the back of Jason’s neck.
“It’s alright, puppy,” Robin soothed. “We’ve got you now.”
And the way he said it, somehow…Jason didn’t think it was a threat.