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Alpha and Beta But Never Omega –

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Mini series and not as serious. Going into a firm approach on two things. One. Sex change(s) may only apply the idea of having a vagina or as being a hermaphrodite since birth. Seeing as every one person puts a vagina on an omega, yes. Woman talking here. Dick will not have that. On Dick or the bat fam, I thought I’d clear this up a bit

Also, ages. So Dick is in this world still a dependent. He's eighteen and at 21 in this world he can go out on his own according to the law. Weird but easily handled. Presenting or omega 'maturity' happens at sixteen, while alpha and beta only present at eighteen. Dick however still is late to get a heat or start marking his trails. That is why the physiology of his type is why Bruce will not let his ward act out. To protect him, and to not break the law. Dick is a rebel in this. He left the titans to get his act together and look where it takes him!

So, in a wolf pack, you have the matriarchal hierarchy of the Alpha, beta and image the lowest caste tier. However! The mother of the pack holds more if not less than than the Alpha make so make no excuse here to that.

Unless I am wrong, this story is about identity and a want for less responsibility of a boy who has a rather intriguing question. No vagina, but it is a more fuck buddy relationship to get away from his bat family depending on Dick to never stop looking after them.

Age changes will have dick as eighteen, Jason sixteen, tim fourteen, Cass twelve, Stephenie thirteen, Duke is fifteen, Damian is nine and Nightwing is supposed to show up that year though it is more a transition into him that doesn’t go so well.

Bruce us overwhelmed and Alfred is sick of doing it all by himself. Yet the bat’s keeps popping up! Catherine is not in this till later. Dick is still in Gotham and after being a sophomore, he wants to leave college and go strike it out in a new city. Problem is…

He never gets the chance once Bruce cuts him and puts a big fat restriction on his savings. This is before Bruce has dick to become batman when he goes missing ( dies.)

Slade only stumbled upon the now ex boy wonder after he’s been laying low for a few months in his safe house fir a time. He stops some things from delivering the kid, and then…

The terms omega, beta and alpha are used. Dick like Alfred is a Beta ( sort of) which makes him a damned nanny and he’s sick of it. He sees how Stephanie and Tim are treated as young beta and an Omega and for some reason, thinks he wants to be something else for a while. The age of consent for Omega though is sixteen, and because Jason is an Alpha like Bruce, Dick actually knows very little about their presenting stages and only knows about Alpha and Beta relationships. So he doesn’t know about the demeaning assholes that could hurt them, or what they really are to his bat clan. He’d rather be one to escape being a nanny. To get away from Bruce and become a better vigilante, but fate has once again, tendrils to cling to his fortunate days.

Dick will be confused after this happens…. mini-series, not a one shot because anyone you see on archiveofourown…it really is just, negative. I want to clear that up. Unless you are hermaphrodite, sex change or any other condition diagnostically that fits the bar, no puss fir our bird. But he will learn to understand dirty talk since he’s a good boy with no way of being able to be like Jason. It’s a bat stereotype. And once again. A Fandom sized trope. That's it. Enjoy! 

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Chapter 1: Planning Outside of His Scope

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The only reason he was here in Gotham at all, was to get the support -

Dick slammed down his hand onto the keys of his laptop. The bats were up for breakfast. He growled and hunched over with his back turned from the loud banging noises outside his bedroom doorway. “Finish this. Damn, never asked for –

~ Todd!! Put out that match!!~

Damian. Dick groaned and set his computer to sleep. He’d take care of this now. Alpha or not, he was the oldest at the Wayne family manor and to their exact inheritance in the future. A future spent on textbooks, his laptop, the courses in law he was willing to power on through outside of any winter vacation. It was August and outside was probably more humid than anyplace in the hot house downstairs.

Finding his coat, he’d take a walk around the ground as soon as he could deescalate the situation on site.

Heck. He was already sounding like a real cop!

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In the kitchen, the god-awful scent of burnt pancakes, blue and purple banana and berry smoothies dropping from the light fixtures dangling above him, and the oven.

Was coated in batter.

He was. Going to kill a certain omega trouble maker.

“Jason, where is –

“Brown! You will not leave our head butler to undo your messes by himself. I shall report your wrongdoings to father –

“He’s in a board meeting.” She called up from the cabinet. A stinking spice there was out of reach as she had climbed up. Far, far too often, to reach what she took for granted.

“I think Tim wants his coffee black. Here, catch –

“Watch out!” Her foot had gripped the wood until that fling of the good blend from overseas, had Dick to leave it to fall. Stephenie was caught just in time as her small mouth gaped open a bit. He crafked her like a bride abd that made him angry. The coffee had landed all over the floor. Expensive and fair-traded grounds, every place while the scent of toxic meal preparations made Dick’s nostrils unfurl.

Todd swallowed hardest of all as Damian shut off his empathy to scold the children of their mess while he’d been practicing his brush strokes in the other room by the big window. “NOW look what a mess you’ve made for –

“ME?? Who makes getting a bag of Java like climbing Mount Kilimanjaro??”

“I said we should just reveal a thing of bacon, but dies anyone listen –

“QUIET. TODD.” Damian pointed as Dick was forced to let Stephanie confront her younger, but even so, her more responsible sibling. He was nothing but a teacher’s pet as sge stuck out her tongue while he growled as the next Alpha beside his father and their inbred monkey. Todd. Jason searched the group and finally tried to speak –

“NO.” Dick’s chest rumbled as he felt his emotional fully pull him into their debate. To end it.

“You are all going to, regardless of whom, CLEAN UP this ENTIRE mess before Alfred gets back from the grocery store. We have cameras and dad would love to find out that his own kids tried to burn down the house whole I’m in my dumb room…trying to finish an exam paper….so I can get the hell away from you all and this house!! Don’t complain!” Dick jabbed a finger at the boys. “CLEAN. Or you are all on a serious list that “Master Bruce” would love to hear about in under two seconds.”

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He took a bottle of water from the pantry and stuffed it into his coat pocket. Alfred was coming home around the drive in his modest remodeling of a British antique. The sleek black finish was pristine as the boy took a sip of his water before turning to see Damian mopping up the floor. Todd, cleaning up the smoothie stains to the last splash, and Stephanie. Taking out the trash that she had created. “Your allowance is paying for Alfred’s favorite coffee. I’ll make sure he gets the memo. Go to your rooms, and wait to be called down for a proper bit of punishment from our head Beta.”

Dick hated the term, too often he had. He was…. after all, like that, would be. A beta…the off taste of despair was more from tepid plastic as Dick pulled open the back door and walked. He needed a breather. Just for a bit. Alfred would come in; he had his phone online so Dick could go back to his…

Term paper…his fucking paper.

Dick groaned and picked up the pace as at a withering eighteen-year-old, he thought that he might never see the end if Bruce found him missing to stay for their punishment.

~ Betas are natural caregivers when the secondary or head alpha of the home is absent. Such as, the wing person to the house and those that all inhabit it. In the pack of a wolf for example beta can be either male or female. While Omega, the lower and lowest tier of the pack, is treated a bit…exclusively in human society. Some rights are now in place since to prevent the objectification of omega and even beta. Beta in most cases end up as teachers. ~

Or nurses. Or aid workers. Public service agents and of course…maids. House keepers. Baby sitters.

Dick remembered that lesson in middle school. He hated the fact that this year for an alpha, that was their time all because they developed later to help the omega time frame adjust to changes. So, the two year age difference was biological and immoral??

Dick shoved his body to the finish as he pushed even harder to let go of any thoughts that would not end him up with a diploma. If he could be an alpha, he could actually be on the force. Now, if he got into law, he’d only get to run through paperwork. That was fine. He had his own plan a to avoid breaking an ancient, sexist and caste – ist law of the modern day.

He stopped to look down at his phone. He was still busy running, running to the creek behind the manor. Out here, there was still wilderness to some aspect   a very clean, clear-cut sanctuary as he sat down and pictured his life as something better. Not here, not in Gotham. Heck, he lived that Bruce had done the best he could…he just…

Dick tossed a small stone into the creak as he heard it plop into the rolling, cool waters before him.

Be, something else. If being an Omega meant getting protected, being unseen and literally having people wait on you for being… adorable…he’d never have that. Knowing Stephanie, she wouldn’t present for a while and was treated as more a golden child than himself or even Jason. Damian hated her because of this, being an alpha and having to terrorize those that “opposed" his views with more yelling. He was more beta than omega, Dick shook his head.

Yeah, if only…

At least he wouldn’t have to be the one to unofficially replace Alfred if he got denied at the job he wanted.

Beta are too nurturing. They might let the criminals get away or have a less harsh sentence.

Dick tossed another stone as he sat, into the water. This time, it hit another rock and bounced off into the stream. He put his head into his arms and listened, knees bent as if he were a kid dreaming of seeing his family again.

This time. He’d make Bruce see that he was serious. Being a cop. As a kid, it was a dream that ended with disappointment for beta and omega of the most. But he wasn’t like most kids. He had been the first Robin, the first sidekick to a vigilante in this city that was a legend to all others. Even on other worlds, planets. He’d bet there was no other Richard Grayson this “fortunate" as he was. Not even with the titans where Kori had dumped him because she was a fricking Alpha and it was not alright on her planet to couple with one outside of their caste.

Or Raven, even as a beta was uninterested and claimed to be…. asexual. A term stating that the trauma of rape and her father, made her hate love. Period, and she needed that to concentrate on her magic anyway. A life of celibacy made her all powerful or something….

Or Babs, who was a god of all things, Omega. Dick didn’t hate her, but she felt inferior to him and said it could never work. He was too…easy and she didn’t want to seem like the victim.

That.

He chucked another stone, angrier this time.

Hurt, a lot. He had known Barbara Gordon since the first day. His Robin days….and now…. now, he was the inferior one.

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Heading back through the side door of the terrace by the gardens, he expertly climbed over into the next doorway where a terrarium twisted and vined easily to its pleasure. Standing by the door into the manor, was Alfred. “Your father, Master Bruce would like a word.”

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Dick had never dusted off his pants before he had a chance to reach for the knob to his father’s study. A study was always seen in movies as a warning for something to come. Maybe, maybe he was being seen for ‘that’ reason?

Bruce sat at his desk with a letter opener to his side, a cup of freshly brewed coffee and, what looked to be a tray of toast and hard - boiled eggs. Something plain, Dick realized, since he had possibly gotten reason to send the kids to bed early tonight. Later, it was still not even ten, and he looked cross.

“Dick, how are your exams going.” Bruce asked this as if Dick were away in another city, just visiting instead of right up the steps. It felt more invasive, eerie at first glance. Dick was the adopted first as the special ward of Wayne, and he…was not being treated like his real son anymore.

“My last paper is due in a weeks. I …went for a walk to clear my head. Sorry, I needed to –

“You know that exam means you’ll be expected you to pass all marks. If you leave any box unchecked during the physical examination, it is immediately going to mean, expulsion. If you were to go into any profession, why not as a doc –

“BECAUSE.” Dick breathed out. “I’ve wanted this for a very long time, and I know I can do anything I set my mind to…minus what’s missing.” He stared at Bruce, who seemed to get the picture just fine. The law however, wasn’t so forgiving.

“You know that this year, you’ll be –

“I…I know. That’s not what we were –

“If like I said, they don’t find you to be fit for a position that involves a lot more than desk work half the time, do you know how to get out of a scruffing? Like we taught you –

“Master Bruce, I’m very certain that Master D – “Alfred, leave us.”

Bruce stopped the old beta. “I want to have this discussion with my oldest ward. Make sure no one disturbs us.”

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“Your place is not getting shot at, Dick. You have the ability to make better decisions than this.” In the man’s hand, was an application to a list of schools Dick had printed out. Bruce…had gone through his room??

“There are schools listed in here that I do not approve of you reaching out to. If you want to continue in law and criminal justice as your major, I won’t stop you from doing so. But to be an officer of the law with your roof and even background-

“I’m not an alpha, so what??” Dick snarled at the older man.  “I fight crime just fine. I have been for longer than Tim or even Damian. You can’t even let me go to my own place until –

“You’ll be able to claim that settlement at twenty-one. Right now, there is no law saying you can live on your own without a representative signaturel.”

Bruce knew that. It was a settlement from his mom and dad. It…was worse even that at 21 he was an adult formally, while Daman would be at eighteen.

Life was unfair even to him, a bleeding beta.

“You don’t want me to ever leave! That’s why…I’d replace Alfred for free. You’d get your dumb baby sitter and –

“Dick…”

“I have every right to walk out and get my own place. I have money saved. You have yours too, but I’d give that up…”

“No,” Bruce shook his head. “Because that is what is paying for your future. And you’re on my will because of who you are, not what your role is in society deemed by…by old voices.”

“YOUR. Voice.” Dick snipped. “You want me to stay, because alphas are terrible fathers!”

Dick stomped out as Bruce e never even got up to do a thing. He just stomped to his room and locked the door. Hands over his eyes as he slumped into the mattress and growled loudly into his sheets like a spoiled brat. But…he wasn’t! Bruce had no right. He, he could get a dorm…

Paid for by Wayne.

Or, a run-down –

Dick kicked himself up and flew to the window to yell out it. Out there. The city. He really hated the idea. But…

He needed to stop being chained to this man. Role to society? What he needed was to become a damned lawyer.

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Dick packed for a trip. In a few weeks, he’d look to stay with Wally in Central. He had the same Beta personality and Wally was nothing but a big goof. He made it easy to get laughed at and get back up. The flash had no issues with Dick hanging out to finish his paper and head over for a few days to recoup from a grouchy bat, yet that….

Wasn’t up to Dick.

Once again, he was still an unofficial dependent. If he left behind anyone’s back –

~ The kid needs a break. He can finish his school work then refresh all he wants with my nephew. They’re both beta –

“Barry, you don’t understand. Dick wants to be an officer of the law. In this country, it is illegal for anyone other than alpha to hold a weapon like a pistol. You know this.” Bruce was holding his phone as Damian listened in on the conversation.

~ He can put up parking tickets. That won’t get him shot at. Being a mail carrier is scarier than being a dumb and bored officer in a city where crime is…. not so black and white. Ah, Gotham. Where was he hoping to even be one if he did get the job? ~

“Bludhaven. It’s on his application and I need to talk to him about this. I’m sorry, the trip is just his way of avoiding all responsibility. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, Barry. Dick can’t do what he wants forever.”

Damian sneaked off to where he imaged Grayson had not heard the news. It would be best not to have the boy interfere, though any beta stepping foot outside had to be briefed. It was their friendliest protocol.

Knocking on the door to Dick’s room, the zipper zipped up and Damian knew his brother would not be pleased with the information he had to sell.

“Grayson. I come bearing urgent news from father.” The kid lied, knowing things would get more complicated if he wasn’t wrong.

The fact that Damian was still young and spoke like the world was old, new and bright made his speech sound immediate as Dick unlocked the door and opened it to reveal his blood vessel - sore eyes. “Father says you are not going to go to see West abd his family. That you must finish your studies and stay at the manor.”

“Damn...” Dick clicked his tongue and hung on the door like some miserable alpha college student. He was a beta, so Damian was amused by the comparison, briefly. “If you go to him now, maybe there is a way to fix things.”

“Then, I think I will. No need to shoot the messenger.” Dick muttered as he followed Dami and slammed the door at the last part of his scathing comment.

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Bruce walked out to the main entrance hall where up by the balustrade above him, Dick eyed that man with a fixed complexion. “You don’t know when enough is enough.”

“Should say the same to you, deciding to not even let me get the first say –

“You belong here. Until you can make it on your own and I know you’re ready –

“I’m not yours to dictate, Bruce!” Dick’s head spun as his anger got the best of him. “I can beat up killer croc, Bane is a lightweight and you know Joker thinks I’m the only one he can’t hit between the eyes.”

Dami watched from the stairs as the two, father and adopted ward, fought with their words and growls.

“You don’t even have –

“I’D DO ANYTHING!” Dick threw his head back. “To get AWAY from this family and to stop being your nanny goat for life. I wanted to be a cop, because you know why?? I wanted to look for my own city and be a vigilante- so there! You wanted to hear me say it??”

“Another reason why you’re not ready. You haven’t even presented yet –

“I’M a late bloomer! So what??” Dick hadn’t noticed it before, but his voice was breaking. His emotions…

You…. are not going to get me…to stay!” Without thinking, the man didn’t see it coming as Dick hit Bruce. Right in the cheek. No one, not even Daman missed it, as he gasped and let his poke out of his hiding spot. Dick pulled his wrist back and was panting, his cheat heaving out as he ran past the stunned bat. Bruce was a statue as Dick just clicked his tongue and blinked back more tears. The halls were quiet despite their heavy breaths.

Right out the door to his motorbike, Dick went out into the open, August sunlight. He couldn’t get his degree now. Bruce had forbidden him from becoming a hero who protected the rights of everyone…. he had no one to go to that Bruce didn’t already have on speed dial.

Dick, was soon affectively, now considered a late - blooming runaway as he never looked back on his past birdcage.

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So, here we go….next chapter is warning flags.

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega –

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Chapter two will have a warning in it for now. This is the beginning of Dick’s new plan. Will things go south after his running away from his father kind of…bombed a bit? Find out!

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Chapter Two: Climbing Walls All by Myself

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Dick drove on with enough funds to get his bike to any motel outside of the city he could. He could, had a big red bleeping dot not made him pull over and check the security of his motorbike.

There was…no way he could deactivate it. Not until he found a shop to remove the camera. Damn it.

Bruce was on his case.

Dick got off towards a curb and locked up his bike before gripping his skull and skulking on two legs. Acting the madman, it wasn’t unnecessary in Gotham to be yourself. He could live with not wearing a mask or goggles or something to hide his face besides a pair of shades he’d-

Dick faced the curb and stomped on it like a bratty two year old before stopping. He moved to the wall and leaned up into it. “Fuck you, B…you ruin everything…” Dick groaned into  his palms as he gave himself one second before hearing a vibrating cell in his jacket pocket. He tore that off and set it by the side, his eyes bloodshot from the stress of going back to…

Bruce would give him no bail on this one. He’d just as well be the tabloid’s concern if his temper –

Dick’s ears pricked up. His ears heard trouble; the alley from where he was had a screaming noise. Metal to gun violence. He had no mask, no weapon beside his escrima. He was still going to break the law, Beta or no…

He got up, with knowing it could be a break in by those rattling chains. Knowing because, because Robin still had to pass the rest of his knowledge to the new generation.  Scoffing at the idea of Tim or Dami being smarter than he ever was with their tech, Dick stole away down the alley and removed himself to seem almost transparent in the robbers’ eyes. He’d report it. Stop it. Do what he could until he could head to whatever run down motel would take his student I.D seriously.

“We gotta go, Charles.” The four men were wearing obvious black. Always the latest trend in bad v.s badder monthly. They were gonna love wearing horizontal stripes as Dick stayed silent with his sticks at the replay. He was a beta, not an alpha. No way even with a little title none if these punks could huff at did he give to flying shots. He’d take those stupid mods heat babies took WHEN it was time. He didn’t see a glob of guck up his ass, so why –

“Hey, Frankie. Just go check around and see if we are clear to pull this off. Alright?”

“GO fucking run into a bat? You know I'm allergic ta –

“Shuddap and do this or we leave ya behind.”

Wow. Dick turned to the wall and stayed quieter than a damn cat on the roof. Or an owl.

“Fine. I damn well gonna have ta, low even of the pole, my ass.” Grumbled the man as he came the spider’s way. Dick knew what to do as he took his time coaxed it on. Closer…the man sniffed his way over.

Closer…

Each footstep biding its time, until…

“Wmmn!”

The man was grappled like a SPIDER to his web as Dick dragged the man to knock him out with one trick any cop or fighter knew. The man crumpled unconscious as the others were getting angry. “YO, is Frankie done? We got the stash an damned if Sionas gets testy.”

Dick made sure to say nothing once again.

“Go check on that asshole. We gotta leave before a bat shows. I am not going to that big house with the clown up in my business. Fuck it.”

“Whatever, I got this.” This one had a weapon as Dick held up his and again waited for Mrs. spider’s next meal.

“Fran-

~ Gahc!~

The third and the fourth of these final idiots were not gonna bug up his day, as Dick found this to be a game now. A waiting game to see if –

“They ain’t coming. I’m going, Ton. This was doomed from the start.”

“Take one step down that alley, the big house might look cozier than the trash cans back here.” Dick quipped as he kept up his coat hood and stepped into the light. “It’s just us, now drop your weapons and I’ll go easy.”

“He’s a kid?? Don’t do nothing! Get em!”

The shot fired as these scampering rats had Dick gather the adrenaline he needed to dodge and twist out of the way. Closer, his sticks lashed out to hit the gunman in the chest as he hit the wall. All promised.

“I fucking swore! We got nothing –

“Stealing from a pharmacy is pretty illegal I think.” Dick looked up at the closed sign of the local shop and tutted. “I’d say ten for life.” He smirked, twirling his sticks as his arm came out t –

“Not a chance, punk!”

The man had what looked to be a canister of pepper spray. Only It had a more floral aroma as he pulled back and coughed at the aerosol’s power…

Dick held his skull. What…. was…. that?

He clung to a wall, his body having hot flashes that he’d think a fever couldn't bring on. He didn’t know why, but the heat got so much worse. He groaned and fell into the alley as the chuckling adults started to both rouse. “Get the boys or leave um. I just found us our ticket ta Sionas's mercy call.”

The last thing Dick could recall was another shot of the spray, and everything got blurry, so many sounds were under…. water...

The men pulled him by the arms deeper down the alley. Deeper, towards the docks.

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There was nothing safe about returning to Gotham. The white haired male felt even whiter in the sun as he itched at a special shot taken to keep his pheromones in check. Only if he decided to gather up his libido would that matter. Slade Wilson, Deathstroke. This was no mini vacation; all the good evil lairs had been taken so a safe house was all he could plan for - until returning to his estate down south.

Bats, were the trouble. He took out his binoculars from up on high and stared down at a quick footed young adult. He was…

Headed down an alley?

The boy had the build of someone who didn’t slack off, but the dark hair and lack of a scent disruptor or blockers meant he wasn’t some runaway Omega looking to earn his daily bread.

Slade watched from the roof as the kid looked to be scoping out a break in. Now, why would he…

Slade saw the kid pop out his head. Bad move, as that voice had a decent few risks of being recognized.

“Take one step down that alley, the big house might look cozier than the trash cans here..”

Comparing common thugs to garbage was cruel, yet only a quip like that made Slade stay and watch. And the weapons the kid had on him...

Oh, he had to watch.

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Only into losing one man down on the robber’s team, the other man by the door if the pharmacy shifted for his stash of what Slade recognized to work on Omega for trafficking. He’d seen it. Headlines of missing beasts in an underground joint and their protection all but thwarted by delegates and lawyers with corrupted Alpha egos.

For shame. What was the world coming to? He rolled his eyes barely and watched the kid get hit with the dangerous pheromones-

Wait…. was, that kid…

The boy went down towards the wall as the two men still up, started to chatter. They only shut up once they were in the clear with their other little steal.

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 Slade didn’t know why he cared. Joey. Had to be why. He was an Omega with an arts degree and a kind soul. Deep down, even if this kid was important and, in his face…he couldn’t let them get their way.

The kid’s lips drooled saliva past them and his legs bucked pathetically. 

Whatever that drug was capable of, another fine dose would make the kid dog food to where ever these thugs had a mind to take the boy. “Check ta see for marks. Did he get his shots yet?”

“Nope, but he’s got an ass, no toys up front. Pretty sorry. Should we dump um, Joe?”

“Naw.” The ringleader raised the boy’s head as he had a sliver of black, corded gag for the kid to stay quiet with while he was still malleable. “He responds like a slut, so who cares if he ain’t got a pussy. We can still make buck on him if Black Mask likes what he sees.”

Darkly, Slade’s eye suddenly changed. This was serious. The boy’s I.D was ripped from his pocket as the snort from one thug had Slade slipping slowly closer from the rafters of this bare, warehouse by the docks. His belongings this time were above ground. No impractical schemes until he had the right to start making trouble.

Well, the boy’s name being spoken was a shock enough as the man’s eye narrowed towards the scene, rather angrily.

“Richie, Grayson…holy hell! This little fucker is the Wayne brat!”

“No shit? We could pull off a hefty fuckin' ransom. Here that, baby? We can both be happy. You’ll get home and let your daddy murder that fine ass for running away. Little slut. You can’t even talk! Hah!”

Slade saw it too. The bulge in Dick Grayson's pants was hypnotic as he squirmed and let the tip of his cock leak out into his briefs. His eyes were glossy, unaware of why the men had him tied and…

Their eyes grew dark as one licked his lips. “I got a phone. Let’s make the video right now.”

Damn hyenas…he hated that boy yet respected Robin. And now…

Slade seeped in an unheard breath.

Robin was about to be treated like their little bitch for the first time in his life.

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They were holding one phone up with a camera arming in on the angle. One man kneeled by his chest on the floor, opening up the jacket and pulling the kid's shirt up over his head, while another helped hold the boy’s legs in place as he pulled down the bat’s jeans to reveal a nearly adult prick popping out. “He’s not even presented yet? Fuck,  we get to be the kid's firsts.”

Dick was too busy whining behind the gag as the man at his chest started to play with the boy’s normal sized nipples. An omega had rounded ones, more pronounced than that.

Dick let out a keening protest as the man at his legs slapped the boy’s thigh to quiet down. Heat flushed across his victim's chest and to his brow as Dick didn’t have the ability to push them off while under the influence of a rather potent aphrodisiac. One that even if not an Omega, the boy felt deep in his physiology of something…else…

Something,  wrong with him.

Slade was this close to jumping in until the men started talking to the camera's image. As distasteful as this was, the kid could feel it. Well, a part of his mind was gone until the drug wore off…

Until he realized with a pattering heart, that each of those men were either beta, or alpha. Slade’s eye zoomed in on the man at the kid’s chest as the thug sucked down on a nub, then dipped a hand into the boy’s slick running, and sweaty asshole. That would be…

Painful. The kid didn’t have a claiming bite from a partner or live like an adult, because in a way, this was it. He’d never, even done it once…

Slade thought.

His, first?

“Get me nice an’ wet, baby.” Cooed the man with his fingers clinging to the inside of Dick’s slippery hole. The boy moaned and squirmed to get some way to at least sit up, yet the man at his ass then licked a stripe up higher and tongued his victim's lips to let the kid taste what he could. The arousal, the dirty seed of some other unfortunate. Dick shuddered as the man let a drool strand slip between them like lovers. “You’re gonna get fucked like my bitch. So go on and smile for daddy, slut.”

Teeth as a wild fox's, the silver fox above was through having enough, as the idiot hyena took to his pants and unzipped.

Cock plopping out as THAT. THAT, sent Slade to send his first knife flying.

He really hated cleaning up other people’s messes.

“Joe!” The man with the camera pocketed the thing without shutting it off, as the man holding Dick got ready to move. Slade shot at the other ass hole by Dick's cheek as a spray of blood from the man’s face; a hit through the ear canal hit Dick in the temple and sprayed the inebriated brat in flecks of scarlet. 

He was quite the picture as Slade set down his libido and cut down every last useless drug smuggler in the room. After that...He went over to their little stash and checked the label on the cannister the men had knocked dick partly out with. “This won’t wear off for awhile.”

Slade bit the inside of his cheek, his eye turning towards a moaning Grayson as the boy's body lay flat on its side. Puffs of hot air were quickly coming from behind the shifty gag, so Slade tore that out a second to see if he was wrong. “You didn’t stay with the flock. Either way, Daddy won’t see you layered in their remains…

“H….p…lease….” The boy whispered out in a scattered few words. Slade pulled the boy up and unbound his wrists. “Later, you need to get back to the ba –

“Take me! Please!”

Slade was not just attacked by the boy, but the kid... Someone in those eyes was not there to get good straight As and live the easy life. Slade saw deep down, that the kid wanted to get out and see what he was worth. Poor brat. He had no idea –

“Please!”

The boy gripped the adult's mask and pulled it up halfway in a flash, the pheromones biting his own throat as Slade fell under their spell in one.

Forced and messy, kiss on the lips.

“Please…no…going…back…Please …” Dick kissed him again as the damned cloud of sex and lust was this close to putting that kid on his back. Slade refused and took the gag to shove it back between the kid’s lips.

He re- fastened the binds on the kid’s wrists and with a heave ho, the kid was hoisted over over the mad man’s shoulder. “There’s time to take back what you said.. “Slade snorted as the boy’s head lulled, his body still under the spell of some very disturbing people. All alpha, he swallowed.

Like his savior was.

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The breeze was fine as a fan kept the air from being to stale. The boy's first ever hangover,  had by the evening, started to drop. He was placed earlier on the mattress of the mercenary’s in Slade’s remaining safe house. The bat would wait. Slade would send the memo and have his peace and quiet back. Yet, the boy took most of that from him. Sheets and all.

The kid batted his eyes softly as Slade turned to the boy from the other side of the room with a cup of coffee in hand. He also had the phone the thugs had planned to send. The boy’s slick, messily staining their fingers in all the wrong ways.

The kid, was not presenting at what, eighteen? His I.D had said it. In college soon too. He was however generally amiss to one detail. The boy had responded not like any other type but an omega, yet his license stated a Beta.

Could –

The kid groaned and sat up from the other side of the studio. Slade hated to go over there so soon, this abduction was not meant to grant attention to the masses. He had the right to bear ugly curtains over all of his windows, thank you.

“Wai...…. un…” The boy leaned back down into the pillows with a thud and a new, pitiful groan emerged from his whining lips.

“Don’t stand yet. You’re still in recovery.”

Slade took a sip of his java. His white hair and patch, all no shock. The boy had returned and had found out everything about ‘Slade’ from the dreaded Bat computer. Being the ever-willing son of a detective, for the first time they never once crossed paths since Raven's father was in town. Slade wanted the quietude, the solace he’d left as Deathstroke, with Sladebeing now a ghost of an unwelcoming past. To all, but his nemesis. That boy.

“Un….I know..I….” Dick batted those dark lashes once more as his mouth went agape, his eyes narrowed like scared kitten's. “Slade! What are –

“You, were being a very bad bat just then." Slade sighed through his nose. "I just saved your carcass from becoming a new headline for the whole GCPD to touch on. What is the number, boy. I’m calling your –

“NO!” Dick strained out with a hand to his skull. “I…don’t want him to know any…anything. Please, I’ll pay you your fee, but don’t…don’t talk to my father.”

“Why not?” Slade put down his coffee, a bit irritated by the order. “I can if I wanted to, have your license permanently suspended. The fact that those alpha, yes. Alpha, boy. They got a hold of you so easily, didn’t you think that you couldn’t handle this new life as your civilian self? Even so...Why did you –

Dick’s body swayed until nausea took hold. Slade sighed and ran to get a bucket from the closet. “Here.” He didn’t care about the bed as he passed the damned plastic over to this washed up boy wonder. He had a military cot in the closet too.

“Don’t take to –

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A bit of dry toast later, Dick was…mostly able to speak his part without crying about it. “I’m a beta. Bruce told me I couldn’t get a degree in law enforcement because of that. He said…beta were meant to stay as caregivers to others. Teachers, nurses. That I’d never get my wish. That –

“Why a cop, anyway?’ Slade handed the kid a bit more bread as the brat took it without complaining. “You don’t get much pay as an intern, your hours are shit. I’d think it admirable to go with your childhood guilt, but this…I’d take you as a gym instructor.  Not holding-

“It’s to get my own name out there. I…wanted to go it on my own, as a hero. I needed a job, something. And for some reason that was all i thought of that might pay my bills. I'd even get to.hsbe the dirt on any police investigations first hand. It all was so...”

“What city, in Gotham?” Slade sipped his coffee, now reheated without Will to doctor up a new pot. “The laws here prohibit nepotism on a grand scale, as well.as the types connected. Even Beta ardnleft in the office abd get nothing accomplished so they let the go early. Even your ex, Barbara is not allowed to help out her daddy, I take it?”

“No, she’s an Omega.”

Slade blinked. “And, a beta cannot work with her, because…?”

“Look, it’s completely different.  She, most of my family wants me…” Dick muttered under his breath. “To, replace our…butler.”

“Come again?”

“TO BE A DAMN HOUSE MAID!” Dick shouted back. “Happy?? He said a doctor or a. …a teacher, but I know Alfred would choose me in a heartbeat. The nest just got bigger with Duke and Damian, and I don’t get to look forward to ever…”

“He’s wrong, if you think that.” Slade huffed. “You even think like a damn omega. So damned, spoiled.”

“That’s a stereotype, and I’m not.” Dick hissed. “I’m a beta, Destined to be a nurse maid to future bats. That’s…it’s not fair!” Dick crawled up into his knees and hid there with a sob. “I mean, I did everything to show him I was capable. I even left my friends to come home, and he…he lied to me…”

“What did you do to get out?” Asked the madman as Dick wiped his nose on a presented tissue from a full box from his savior. “I…I punched him, and ran out.” Dick weakly said. Slade didn’t flinch. Dick had had beef with the bat since Jumo, so if this was just domestic disputes of the rich...why should it matter to him.

“Slade, this isn’t right. I…I don’t know what to do anymore. I won’t be able to go back to my friends, they all would get me to go back to him and, and Bruce-

“Afraid of the big, bad, bat? I thought you should hate his guts.” Slade downed his brew and placed the mug aside before speaking his part. “I could help you get to any random location, but how do I know you’re not tagged?”

“Ah! My bike –

“Left it. That was set with a tracker. You knew that and left it and then. Then, well, trouble found you.”

“I had no idea that…that could happen. But if I go out again, what then? I have no contacts left. No place to go, and my college is being paid for by a man who could blackmail me to go back with that gag down my throat!” Dick noted the gag that the thugs had shoved between his lips as the nausea nearly returned to empty his stomach.

“Like I said, there is a way, but you may say no at any time if…if you don’t agree to what your last request was, right here.”

“I…I WASN’T-

“Oh, I know.” Slade chuckled, his hand moving with his body now seated on the edge of the bed. Dick was curled up and waiting to hear just what the man knew. In a way, he was no better than Wayne for doing this.

“Your body does, at least, it told me it wanted a change…”

The man leaned in before caging the kid down onto his back as Dick futily pushed off, yet Slade…he was immovable and stronger than him. Even in day clothes, he was two hunfemmdred more than one pounds of pure meta human. 

“Slade! I never…I wasn’t thinking!” Dick protested with his chest stinging to breathe.

“Are you so sure? You weren’t happy with being given your assigned seat at Wayne’s table. Betas shouldn’t be treated the way you have. Your body responded outside of its physical ability,  and yet you don’t carry a small cunt or even have a heat to have given you reason to rut. Whether those alpha or even Wayne saw right through it, all of this…. screams, Omega.” Grinned the wolf at Dick’s front door.

The boy shuddered and shook his head. “Slade…that’s a mistake. It…it could be that weird new drug-

“Maybe, but I know that label and I know your reaction wasn’t any act by a former performer.” Slade put a hand to the kid’s cheek as that eye lured him back to look, the boy however was resistant to his power of seduction.

“What was your mother? Omega, boy? Your father, your siblings?” He knew the kid was an only child. Even if others had been conceived, those genes weren't useful enough to look into. 

“That…isn’t any of your business-

“It is. I saved you.” The man stated. “I have to know right now what I’m working with. Your genetics could be the key. Despite your beta inheritance,  you have the smallest mixed scent…of an omega trying not to present. Why wait?”

“Slade!”

The man was an alpha, he wasn't going to wait.

Dick panicked and knew he had to get out. He had to go out of this city. Maybe lie to his friends and find a really, good lawyer –

“Hey! Stop it! I’m no –

Dick bit down at the thumb by his lip as Slade only anchored open the kid’s mouth. “I want to see, just what your little genetic code has made for me to judge." He observed the canines and saw only beta, but there was one side that looked less violent. More...loving.

"If you are in fact, a borderline case for me to bitch and claim. If I do you a favor…Wayne can’t ever have you –

“Slade…no…stop, this isn't right...!” The boy was given no respite as his pants were yanked diwn with more hard force. Slade palmed at the kid’s straightened cock,  perking waving up against the boy’s narrow abdomen. Still smaller than any beta's by a few inches, that explained a lot. “Even your cock isn’t adult enough to tell anyone the reak truth. But it makes perfect sense. You inherited both traits, boy. And now, right now, it’s my sworn civic duty to carry out the law...”

“I’m not!! Get…off me!” Dick tried to kick, but it did no good. The man was rhino tough as his touch to Dick’s slightly underwhelming cock made the boy’s legs lock tightly together. “Hah….stop…”

“Why should I? The drug is out, I’m all you need to relax to, so go ahead.” Slade kept pulling, he kept trying, trying and Dick…he couldn’t stop holding back his voice as that same heated feeling returned to make the boy slack as a doll for his enemy to manhandle.

“Relax…I didn’t even have to scruff you. So upsetting, for an elder bat to be so easy.”

“Easy…. not…not…ah!”

Slade moved his other hand to come up to the kid’s nipples as the thugs had done. Only, he sucked first, played later.

“They went full red in seconds.” He pulled off with a pop and flicked one. Slade lustfully watched the kid’s cock buck a bit with the red fleeing to the kid’s chest and neck. Dampened with sweat, the scent was turning amberesque and floral. “Are you sure you’re not part omega, Richard? I think your body knows best what it wants me to do to it.”

Dick furiously shook his head. “Not…not…one…let…g – g –

“You even act reluctant to do a thing,  like that omega in you wants to come.”

Chuckled the man above the teen. “This will give your initiation far more meaning for us…” His hand then moved away as Slade unzipped himself. His hand moving back once more to find the boy’s hole and take what he was truly after.

“Stay still, you can’t get loose enough for your first time. Not. Without a little, prep.” The man popped in a digit as Dick keened out, louder than with the thug up his ass. No lubricant. So, painful...tight ...

“That never happened with your missed target. Humph, maybe…” Slade teased and moved in a second finger to get sucked into the tight heat the boy had been keeping, locked away no doubt  from his partners' wandering eyes.

“Your little Barbie didn’t approve of your ass, or your ambitions? Either way, being a hero means you can’t be so vulnerable, little bird. If you did have the physiology of an omega without a cunt, then I’m sorry to say your options at finding love are thinned, greatly still.”

“That’s…. not true…. not…-

“They said you were too soft as a future partner; they would have crushed you. Like I’m doing now, to open…you…up.”

A third digit now, as the scissoring nails bumped against spots that made the boy see spots in his vision. “Getting the hang of it now, Grayson? I’m not such a bad guy, once you’ve gotten use to my scent. Drink in what you feel. Don’t hide it.”

Slade was still talking, and a small dark part of Richard…felt hotter by his tone.

He moaned into the sheets and bit his lips bloody to stop the pressure as the man’s other hand went for the boy’s neglected cock. Building and building still, until the kid let go his hoarse cry,  cum splattering white and in number over his tight abdomen.

Slade just drank it all back in with that patch and his smirk making the man look devilishly sure that he had won the boy’s attention over from Wayne. “Do you get it now? You can still be all beta, but those hormones. Those feelings you get. Those, are partly from mommy dearest. Your drive, is primarily…” The man unzipped all the way before removing his fingers slowly from the kid’s puckered ass hole. It gaped out as Dick gasped, fishing through the sheets for only air and cloth as Slade found a place to wrench open the boy’s legs wider. He had it, Slade watching the twitching hole as he grew ever hungrier.

“The alpha of any city would think the same as me or even daddy bats. it was purely good fortune that your abduction was thwarted by any other, old friend.”

“YOU…” Dick heaved out as he gripped the man’s arms. vertigo eating him alive as he let his eyes stay shut for the worst part and groaned.

"Were never, my friend…” He growled, feeling helpless and do very unheard by his abductor.

“You did me a solid back in Jump City.” Slade shrugged and shoved the boy up to the headboard with his knees tuck up further by his ears. “You flex easily for a friend. Don’t you see it? We could even be, partners…” Purred the lust filled devil. “Just like this. If I make you my omega, only in this room, you could promise Wayne…” Slade thrust in as the first of his tight toy's entrance squirmed back in surpriseat the intrusion.

"Sensitive virgin thing, boy." Grinned the mercenary. Slade held those thighs steady as the kid shot the man a bleary death glare. “It won’t hurt as much after I do this. It will feel like home, even. Your home. And Wayne? You can tell him to back off for real this time!”

“A- AZH!!”

Dick bit his tongue as that bled out from only a trickle. Dick's wetted mouth tasted like bile as the older man inched in, his deep want for that entrance was growing needier, his scent heavier and Dick was caught under the weight of that stormy cloud of deceit as the last ridhe hit the deepest crevice it coukd burrow into. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even scream as the mastermind took his first time, pinned diwn by a massive cock in a private home that the bats had no clue about. If he had a tracker, God he wished it was working about now...

His very heat was being ripped out of him from a man who thought they owed one another…

~ Not…. not, an omega….~

Dick thought this over and over, panting as Slade pounded into what he would have called the boy’s makeshift ‘cunt.’ The sloppy hole was fed precum and his own slick juices pounred out under him. The sheets now damn, the boy getting dizzy.

Dick gasped and let out a slow whine as Slade moved like a rolling dark wave in the shadows of the man’s studio apartment, picking up the pace. It was nightfall; he'd never sleep again as Dick put his hands over his eyes, as the smallest change had his legs vice tightly round whatever was coming. He in his mind, had a theory.

~ For Beta, presenting right away means going into what is known as "puberty" or in slang terms, a "heat." Make no mistake, unlike omega or even Alpha puberty, most heats are necessary to have the fullest development of the type a person has, brought to focus. In order to get the right care for late blooming or missing heats fir instance, a doctor or clinic might induce the person's case through injectors or removing their blockers and having the subject or client gain exposure to find when their presenting will happen or why it has not. In rate cases, a special gene prevents some types from mating due to compatibility.  Similar to a forced natural selection, the subject can feel.that any other partner except for a single individual or individual cannot allow the heat to present itself. This is especially true for omega and even some beta, as they're late heats can need further testing to determine...~

“OH, YOU’RE SO LUCKY, BOY…” The lecherous old assassin seemed too pleased to tell Dick this, as his cock was overflowing, but not as a human. More a dog...

Dock remembered the lesson, the dsmned doctor asking if he was wkth anyone and using safe sex if he wasn't. 

This, was so different than he had pictured. Even Kori just did kiss, but nothing further. He had tried. Nothing.

Babs has been to afraid and pushed him off, saying he was nicer than any alpha and should learn better. Not be the top at all. Why?

Why?

Why? Why??

Dog….

Slade, was not in a rut.

This would be over soon.

Dick cried out as the assassin's fat knot firmed up in the teen's ass.

No. He coukd not relax. Dick yelled louder than he had falling off any building, until there was nothing left, just a croak.

It...it…hurt! Stretching him as his lower gut cramped up, and his body couldn’t handle the stream of the man's cum...as its injector inflated to end up fatter and fatter. Dick shivered and Telford to buck his hips. Slade didn’t allow that, not when he was this close.

“Good to bitch...you…as promised, Grayson....get ready…” The man was straining. Over him. Inside him.

The older man pushed in so deep, so strongly scented as Dick couldn’t stay away. His eyes dilated out of fear, out of whatever Slade’s one orb was darkening from. Still, the boy’s ass was given no respite.

He clenched as it strained to stay in him. Pushing to gather more space. “S – Slade-

Dick didn’t know why his ears had popped. His body arched to the air as if he had no spine to catch to the sweat soaked sheets of their forced coupling. It wasn’t what he’d asked for. He wasn’t…. wasn’t an omega, not even on any exam.

Bruce.

Would never lie to him….

The knot blew out. Wide. Thick globs of hot cum filled his deepest parts within. Dick twitched at the sensation and lost. He felt nothing, empty, despite the seed filling up what would have been an….

Omega, cunt.

He couldn’t even cry.

In their world, some male omega had those parts he read and got exploited as objects. Women on occasion would be born with a cock, but this was only reported fourteen times in history. He only had that perfect ass that everyone had still rejected.

His sex, was too weak...

Dick knew why. He wasn’t wanted for what he was, but…Slade…. Slade was…

Dick shut his eyes and left the world a while. The scent of forest fires and metallic copper lulled him off to sleep…sleeping for a time, as the only thing he didn’t forget with a new yell, was a heated set of teeth marks digging strikingly down into his already tender collarbone.

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Pact made and…...? Find out!

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega

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Chapter 3: Love Bites for Life

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Richard’s weary, weakened body since the brutal claim was further made bare to his abductor. There. In the dark room he was brought to cry out and swat at his own throat. The person behind wouldn’t however, let go. Their grip reminded him of the educational programs he'd viewed as a young student; the mother cats picking up her children with her teeth at the scruff. He was no cat, nothing so easily not made to bleed as the teeth in his side only seemed to drink and lap at what remained. Prick marks of a beast, almost so sudden that Richard was tired of it. Tired of thousands younger than him getting more control. Tired of being mistaken as someone at the lowest tier.

He wept and with his tears, a tantrum was born. The face didn’t show itself, yet a palm came over the teen’s lips to quiet him up. With a heavy scent of bourbon and gunmetal, the scent. That scent, made Richard’s eyes turn.

“HNmm!”

He couldn’t talk while this free feeder was thirsty for his blood. That wasn’t why as the sore spot reminded again, Dick of a type of mark that Bruce had left on a girl he'd once brought back to the manor in his sleek black car. When Dick was still unaware of the man’s playboy enigmatic face, the scent of raspberry and cinnamon had Dick run to Alfred to ask, why.

Why was Bruce covered into so many different scents?

The real reason now, made Dick even angrier fir being so blind, as he batted at the strong hands around his waist, pinning him down. Feeding on his strength, the teeth finally released as spots of blood from the wound trickled onto the sheets below.

Plip.

Plip.

Dick felt…tired, but still got to turn to his attacker. “It’s now completed.” The voice at his throat lulled in a husky timbre

 “Our contract that you wanted. Until Wayne comes looking, you’ll do as I say. My partner. My half of an omega –

“Nn…” The kid had the weight of ten over him as his face heated up. For a bleeding second, he felt cottony soft as the sheets covered in his red blood. Slade….bit him.

 That…sniffled the ex hero.

Was a claiming bite….

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As he rested on, the day came without too long the hours it had taken to be declared missing. Dick groaned as a newspaper was plopped beside him in the sheets. “You’ve slept long enough, pet.”

Dick clicked his tongue and rolled over, still sore in the backside and willing to walk out to report…

“Thinking about abandoning the plan?” Snorted the older male, smugly. “You said it. No one will see you serious enough in this world to be anything else. Even if your card spells “beta,” that scent now tells a different story.” Slade traced the swollen points if flesh as Dick’s hand swung out go stop the man from trying to molest him further. “I’m done. Everything is ruined…of course you’d be happy about it. I’m just a runaway no one actually wanted.”

Slade lifted his hand away as this hormonal haze was eating up his happy day. “I thought it best to go over this arrangement with my soul mate.”

Dick’s head shot up as he pointed down the man, “I’m not yours. I’m just, getting back on my feet. I…that term is not even real. Soul mates –

“Only happen from forced natural selection by the body of  a type that cannot connect with just ‘anyone.” Slade grinned. “I may have been your first, yet I’ll get you to see that your first heat. The nestled in depression. Your thighs quivering and the overwhelming fatigue-

“You fucked me without asking! I’m not interested in you like that, so…what? Are you going to hate me if I say to piss off?’

“I dare you to tell me that again.” Slade hissed softly. His hand went to his zipper as Dick got up to run out of bed. He was trapped with that strange weight. That fog, while the man’s cock…

A stream of hot piss pelted his back as Dick was afraid to turn back around all the way. He froze, dreading the stench, the taming if his very ego as the man piss led the teen into submission. Curled up in the sheets, Slade released his last daily dose before crossing his arm and tucking his cock back into his briefs with a sigh. “Get up. I’ll start a shower as long as you’ll listen to my proposal this time.” Off je went as the stream drenched Dick Grayson was so close to collapsing. The edge of piss, the scent and tangy odor made him careen into despair as his body left the sheets to drag itself to where he’d be changing everything.

Even his last shred of dignity would be wiped squeaky clean as –

Dick pulled back as Slade walked into the bathroom and started to strip. “What…what are you doing?”

Slade took one look behind and simply shrugged. He continued to discard his socks, top and pulled down his pants to expose a hard set of ass cheeks to the eighteen-year-old. “I’m gross right now, as much as you. We can talk terms as we bathe. I promise to not involve too much overstimulation. Yet.”

“Not, comfortable with it.” Dick snorted. “You go first. Then you let me –

“I just said." Snipped the man as he pulled the kid’s bare arm to come closer. “It’s both of us, or not at all. You stink, and my sheets need cleaning. Otherwise, you can lie in them for another night. Make it a whole week to be decent.” The man smirked. “I’d love to see how filthy you can be without your butler to soften the blows as they come –

 “You pissed on me!” Dick yelled with a foot to stomp. “That was…so pig headed…that I bet you do that to everyone you’ve ever had in BED with you! Is that why I’m your last resort at getting a real life??” Sneered the kid, Slade scooping him up under the arms and dragging the shouting, rude boy to the shower stall with not so much as a grimace. It all stunk, but living the way he did, entrails were much, much worse to be covered in.

“Forgive me if I could care less to counter your pitiful remarks. I’ll even wash your back to stay in good company. As your only company for a while, I’ve earned that privilege to touch –

Dick swatted the man away with lightning-fast reflexes from touching the bite wound at his left side. “Stop. You…you have to have me here? Then, just stay away from that wound. I’m going to be sure it heals –

“That may scar.” Slade broke it to the kid, like a new baby brother. Or a family forced into poverty. “If it does, you can’t remove it according to the law of Omega rights. Well. You’re not, an omega.” Slade chuckled as Dick went to turn on the hot water, nearly scalding his unclad feet.

“Are, you? Beta, boy?”

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They stayed that way, Dick washing his hair as Slade stroked himself like some unkempt pup at their first heady heat. His eye was intent on breaking through. Richard knew that the only Beta self of his own birth had deflected whatever had gone on between them. Slade was just sour because his plan had failed…then…

Dick bit his lip and scrubbed a little harder. Slade was jerking off behind him, and for some awful second, in the glass he could see that partial reflection – the monster in that mirror,  waiting to bust a nut wide into his side.

Damned prick.

All because he was a sicko alpha.

Dock kept paying no mind, but it dawned on him as Slade let out a little raspy groan, that he was still not wiped off.

Dick blushed and turned his eyes to his own cock. The thing honestly felt confused about the entire situation. It was high wired to be caring simple life lead of strict rules, like Allred. Not like Stephanie or Damian. Or even the second eldest, Jason.

Slade tugged harder, his feet padding slowly up behind so Dick’s eyes wouldn’t miss. “If I finish quick enough, I’ll wash you down. As promised. But…you do look better in suds from here.”

Dick ignored the taunt. The lectures. None of this reminded him vaguely of the man who had forced Dick to bow before him as an evil mastermind. He recognized a man, not a machine right now. It was unnerving,  unnecessary as Dick moved his body forward yo adjust the shower water’s initial  temperature. Slade’s hand ended up grabbing the soap as Dick didn’t budge until he was done. “There. Much better. Didn’t have enough to shower my thanks.” A loofah sponge in the other palm, Dick turned to see that his back was exposed to the meaty dog. “I’ll wash, you take a step back.”

“How about I stay here.”

“You’re partly presenting to me, though.”

Dick yelped and stood upright, switching directions to stare at the man’s no longer slippery, stroked member as it hung half hard in front of him. “Turn around boy. I’m keeping my word –

“I can wash myself, or else I’m leaving-

The man’s hands turned him like a whirling door. Dick’s face hit the tile wall as he attempted to stand up and inch away. Yet the grip at his shoulder turned hazardous as Slade pressured to exfoliate now with the sponge that was lathered in unscented soap. No scent but Slade’s and his…

Dick blushed red as Slade slid the spongy tool towards his hip, making the teen’s arm fail to stop the pressure there. Bruising, but just. “Stay still. Would you rather do this on all fours, boy?”

He’d never…

Dick shook his head and lowered his gaze. “Remember.  Not the bite mark. Leave that.”

Slade hummed an answer that was hard to read, until his hands moved to pull Dick a step closer to gather the bat’s hard to reach spot. Between his thighs.

Dick threw his palms to his cock as Slade chuckled in the kid’s even redder ear. “Your face is almost matching your cheeks.”

Dick blushed harder as his fists shook. “Finish…” He seethed. The sponge moved languidly across a plane of heated flesh as he hummed whilst doing so. The thigh was ignored before his hands cane to that abused back end. Dick swung round as hard as he could and kicked the man in a fit. “No! I’m out. Get yourself a new fake lover.” The kid slammed open the shower stall as he dropped out as a wet kitten. He didn’t find a towel, nut his clothing was there that Slade apparently washed for him earlier. No surprise. He needed to go find Wally. To hell with what Bruce would do. He’d f –

“Are you sure that you should, Grayson?” The man leaned in the bathroom door only a second later with one single towel around his firmed up waist. “I thought you said you couldn’t trust anyone else….or, I could always make it so they can’t any longer.”

Dick’s eyes turned back frustrated to the man as soon as he’d taken to the knot. The exit was right there. Why did he care?

“I seem to recall you saying Wayne saw you as a joke. That if any word got out that you’d taken off without a word, you’d lose those rights to have anything to cling to. And that your time to sleep off the shame gave me time to send him a note of my choosing. In one high resolution video…”

Dick choked. “Y – you…bl…blackmail? Is that all you can do to make me say yes?? You raped me! I’m still not sure why I didn’t go into a mental breakdown yet –

“Your Beta self handled the trauma, the omega in you…well, it still isn’t finished being satisfied with this close a commitment.” Slade went to his belongings and pulled out his cell. There, on the Gotham Chronicle homepage, was him.

Well, his face about a story. And to the next click, Slade pulled up the video those thugs had never bothered to erase.

He was….internet famous,  as a victim of circumstance.

Yet what he saw were captions and posts up that broke his heart.

~ Si, the Wayne kids are all like…omega? Is he gonna get his first with a complete stranger? Gross. ~

~ I used to think that kid was pretty cute, but wild and a whole on the streets? I may have to rethink who my kids have as their idols. This is just wrong. ~

~ Ohh! He’s so hot! I wish that man – mega was my bitch in heat!~

~ Post deleted.  ~

~ Oh my God! I know him from Gotham Tonight! If they find his body, that son of a b had better be put away for life. We’re praying for your safety, Mr. Grayson! From a die hard fan of your work! ~

~ The internet is all over this story, but dies anyone ask if Mr. Wayne was even aware of his kid doing this? He looks drugged up and the GCPD has zero protection for omega who face abuse everyday. Why is he so important? We should be advocates for all future omega to not have this happen. Come down on the pharmaceutical industry to never have that hormone inducer on the market to unsafe cities like Gotham. It’s a crime punishable, but Gotham is terrible wkth how much there is. That kid is a victim like all of the omega going through their first heat and being sexually assaulted. If Alpha have to old ass hats to be able to impregnate their partners, then shouldn’t we change the ages of their development since we came up with eighteen for beta and  alpha anyway? A sixteen year old presenting omega is still in danger of getting hurt by anyone over eighteen. That’s such a messed up system that all beta and alpha should be forced to be chipped and wear shock collars like the dirty dogs they are. Free the people and let us rise to make that change happen.~

Blew up was an understatement. His assault was starting a revolution across the globe! Dick looked at the man, the mercenary and took one step for the door. “You uploaded it, anonymously.  To make me stay.”

“You want your way, I want mine. For now.” Slade stated with a clear throat. “Wayne is not aware of where you’re off to, and your cell was left by your bike at the curb. Right now, a thief in Gotham just got his night to own this town from what you left for them to steal. Why.”

“Tracking. I told you.” Frowned Dick as his arm went limp at his side. Running, without his phone. Without anything…

Just his pants and one top. He was truly bound to have to work to stay alive if he went out there on a whim as Slade had said.

“Listen to my plan, Dick.” The man crooned in a voice that, well…his side that Slade didn’t call “beta,” was drawn to it. The beta side, persisted to stay put by the door. Just in case.

“Stay. Stay and we can make this work in both of our favors. I know you’re after a new city. The best bet by my calculations-

“Haven.” Dick interrupted. “Blud, just outside of Jersey. I made plans to move their after I had part of my degree.”

“You still want this, don’t you. To be an officer.”

“More than you can swear on never touching me again.” Sniffed the boy wonder. “I…had to do it. Something led me to that conclusion and I won’t drop the cause. It’s my life, not his anymore. You said I’m missing, in a sex ring on the paper but…what if Bruce sniffs out the real reason I fell off the radar?”

“That might be a while from now. If I head to Bludhaven and sully to our needs while you, gather yourself.” He hinted back. “Then I’m sure the only worry he’s going to have is finding another babysitting Beta to watch his flock.”

“Alfred can deal with finding someone better than me.” Dick shrugged and finally gave up on his adrenaline pulse. He had time to try again if Slade made a mess of his contract. Their contract,  the boy questioned. “I’m not a real Beta anyway, like you said. Looks like I have to break the ceiling then. Make people realize what this law is doing to our society as a whole.”

“Generalizing can lead to mistakes. I don’t want you to get your hopes up this early.” The elder male sighed. “You’ll be here, on one condition when we do move into another safehouse for a time. I can sleep in our bed. With you, no fussing except until you’re ready –

“Denied.”

“Then, find another benefactor willing to pay off your tuition “ Slade raised his eye to the kid as Dick raised his dark brows in disbelief. “Why would you go through that to keep me here? Are you…are you using that as a bribe?”

“I might just enjoy the company, and if you want to be someone other than you for a change, you can use me to do it. No rutting, no pressure unless it’s asked for.”

“You have no self control.”

“THAT was to keep your attention,  and now that I have it…will you, Dick Grayson. Remain this man’s partner until an outcome is set for your future career as a solo, vigilante?”

Dick vividly SAW the man take to one knee and quaked to question just…what heats did to an Alpha's head! “You, can’t touch me. In a h- heat,  if I get any, you…have to ask first. If I say no, you listen.”

Slade smiled, slowly expecting the heat to eat away at the half beta's time in control. More so than Slade had with that bite on the side of Dick’s slender neck. Not as skinny as he was getting older. It would be a joy to see him mature a bit. Grow a backbone against Wayne and his siblings.

“Now that we’re concluded, back to business.” Slade dusted himself off and pulled out a burner cell from the side drawer of his living area. “Here, I want you to call Wayne and arrange a meeting for us.”

“WHAT??”

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Chapter 4: Meet The Parent

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“Bruce, and you. Introduced. In public.” Chopping his words, Dick’s became deadly and mind hectic in trying to evade the condition- the very fact that Slade biting him into submitting was far worse than a fat bruise on the cheek!

“I’m going…. but, a call? How?”

“You know the line.” Slade rung a towel to dry his hair, now dressed aa he tossed Dick the burner with his other hand. The boy instinctively caught it, but with a bewildered glance, he looked just as willing to back out and shoot out the door as earlier. “I…you can’t say anything.” Commented the kid. “I mean it, his ears never miss. Alfred too. You’d be tracked back even with this to crush under your heel. I don’t care.” Dick heaved out a sigh. “When I’m on call. Not. A. Sound.”

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He was pacing as it ran, not once or twice. More than four times. Dock bit the end of his thumbnail and then ran a hand through his raven locks, looking twice as tortured. Slade though, saw a chance to get the bird calmer. He moved as serpentine as ever from behind and to the kid’s hips, he glued himself. His hands found that spot of the boy’s abdomen and pressed, the lime going in as someone finally picked up.

Slade chuckled and slipped back, Dick was now red and distracted, sending a death glare before answering back to the recipient. “Y- yellow?”

Slade sighed, Dick glaring once more as the voice turned out to be younger than Wayne’s. Another bird, one more coy and conscience of this caller’s reluctant nature than he posed to let on. ~ Who is this? ~

Dick bit his lip and soon, his smile came with a high sigh. “Timmy...it…it’s, Dick.” He swallowed with a sniffle. “I’m ok. I’m fine, where is Bruce.”

~ DICK? ~ Tim turned a corner and took the cordless to the next room where the walls weren’t in his case. Paper thin.

“Tim, listen. I need to meet at the Gotham Ritz Hotel Rooftop Restaurant. Tomorrow night. Seven. I’m sorry. Minutes are low. I l –

~ Dick, tell us where you are? Why was that photo…I want to know what he did. Dami won’t talk, and he said you hurt…I don’t care. ~ Huffed the middle child. The one next to inherit in Damian’s place before he came of age. Wayne tech was mire to him than any other bat in the family. The trust and foundation that was supposed to go to Dick, had he waited. Had he…. stayed put.

He was eighteen and now claimed by a man that knew about the fault in caging him up. Or so he believed, if Bruce…Bruce had only told him that he knew. He KNEW what a freak Dick really was. “I can’t talk now. Tim. Tell Bruce.  Seven, tomorrow night.”  

~ Dick…I don’t-

“Bye, Timmy.” Dick clicked off the call and swung his arm i over his eyes. “You’re not going to cry over that, are you? I’m not demanding you stop being a family. You only needed space.” Slade clarified, seeing Dick’s anger spike back up in seconds. He growled and pounced at the older man, being led to the wall as Slade allowed the pesky boy to get it out if his system. “You…if he sees you, he will either get you to bow or break first. Damn it! Why?” Dick pounded the man on the chest, nothing to hurt a stack of abs as the boy drooled and wept like a toddler into the man’s pecs. “Why…”

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Bruce was in the gym letting off steam. He kept eying the high bar where Dick had his sessions, the balance beam. The perfect flips and…

“Master Bruce??”

Alfred was in the room as Bruce let the stance falter. His mind was slipping too far. Dick wasn’t going to come crying home without a valid reason. He didn’t know, because Bruce had expected him to deal with learning eventually on his own. Or worse.

“Alfred.” Bruce knew his call was urgent as Alfred took the damp towels to wash and Bruce went to seat Tim in the cave for a talk.  “I heard him, he said to tell you by tomorrow at seven that he wants a meeting at the Gotham Ritz Hotel Rooftop Restaurant.”

“A funny place to explain one’s situation of being long gone from the eyes if the press, sir.”

“It would be. Did he say anything else, Tim. What was the number –

“Burner from the trail, he didn’t want to be found yet.”

“That…is truly disconcerting, Master Bruce.” Swallowed the butler feebly. “Might I see to the bat mobile in the meanwhile and gathering the family for this moment. Should there be an intervention in the future –

“Alf! Dick ran away because of something you two did to him! I have no idea but…I think it has to do with what he’s been trying to do. His degree. That day he left, he was in your office. Jason’s lips are pretty loose if you give that rodent a cookie.” Tim snorted. “And I know you two. You’d never hurt him, so…why did he punch you and end up getting abducted on the news? They found that footage and it was not a source anyone could leak back –

“Have you been having the computer from your laptop? Again?” Bruce slammed down a palm to demand. “Tim, this could be a criminal at work who’s using Dick to gain sensitive information. He’s not on his own, who knows what that video actually meant. He has no access to the rooftop suite and only those who know the area would say otherwise. Tim, I’m ordering you now, to drop this case.”

“But I can help!” Tim exclaimed.  “I’m your ear to every place and everything! That’s-

“Why don’t you posers just trace it back to his scent, then”

From the doorway of the elevator to the cave, Jason was picking his teeth with what appeared to be a dinner toothpick. He had his hands in his pockets as he growled at B under his breath and walked in uninvited against any what for from Shouldn’t places it doesn’t work that way the oldest adult in the room. “Timmy, if you’re such a great detective or if dad thinks he has the nose for being disturbed already; chew on this.” Todd tossed his pick into a nearby wastebasket with the greatest precision of a professional knife thrower. “Think. Dick was so torn up over taking his exams and axing the shot out of any stereotype that said Beta never prosper, until one of you set his ass on fire and told him to quit while he was ahead. Alf, one thing I know is that you see us as your family. When you go, there is no replacement in your bloodline or branch that will represent the Wayne family. None of us, but one candidate.”

“Jason, none of this –

“A- BUP – BUP.” Jason put up a hand as he went along to press at the adults' fragile egos some more. “Also, you told B this but he has a whole stigma of Omega in this city or the world getting a job with a gun or baton in place of a damned child.”

“B…what…what’s going on with Dick? Is he –

“Stop it right now, Jason. If you bring anything –

“His scent, in that moment he left when I walked into the garage. It STUNK of miserable. Omega. Male.”

Tim’s eyes got wider as he looked at Bruce. “Dick isn’t…he’s a beta.”

“Tracked a whole lot of shit when you were busting a vein. Tim left the damn thing unlocked, so I went to see why he was do pissed off myself. Dick, isn’t all of that. He’s a Beta by his physiology, but…not his hormone levels, his behavior or his emotions. He literally is part Omega. The kind that can get hit and still know how to stomach that kind of pain. How he also never went through a rut, did he? Never got a knot? You didn’t want him on the force, because you never told him that he’s both. That any alpha would know. And I did.” Snarled Jason. “Now I might as well have known all along. Cause you two certainly were cozying into keeping that little secret going.”

“I….” Alfred watched as Bruce shuddered out the work.

 “I…did it to protect him.”

“Ya fucked up.” Snorted the second eldest rather snide in his stance. “I swear, if the big lame bat over here suddenly came out and said that Stephenie is actually a damn Alpha, I’d get that too.”

“She isn’t. He was the only one…and there was one more issue. He has a gene. One that makes him unable to be accustomed to just, any alpha. He…has a defect and, it would have him killed if his body were put in danger - all because I couldn’t say anything to him.”

“Oy, don’t just shit it out to me!” Groaned Jason as Alfred had the boy a dirty look. “Well, even so. Jason, Master Timothy? You must not breathe a word to another living soul until we’re aware of what Master Richard is after with this meeting. Will you not accept his invitation, sir?”

“I have no choice, Alfred.” Sighed the bat as he staggered to his feet and went for the elevator door. “I made this mess and it’s up to me alone to clear things up with my ward…”

The door shut and Tim looked down at his hands. “Dick is…”

“He’s his flipping son too.” Sneered Jason as he stomped off to have his cycle and the wind at his back. Dick was not the only one getting older in this stupid family.

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Chapter 5: Bat – Habits

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Based on Ed Sheeran's song here. Damn. Contains some rather raunchy bits. Sleep deprived.

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The night time stretch was good; this night in Gotham made Dick sweat in his casual but finer fabrics. Slade had gotten his psuedo- omega something for the occasion in a case he’d be shuffling off to their meeting and dinner. Maybe a show if someone passed the bill over.

This Ritz Rooftop business was to be led, nothing more. Only a bat would ask to see their enemy illuminated under the moon. Slade had nothing to hide. Dick was going to agree that a partner was all he needed. After that rough a fuck, it could have twisted her perception of the real world. Slade only hoped Dick wouldn’t try to cry wolf to papa bear. Wayne would know, as the two were escorted to a table at the highest floor. The dim lights were overtly romantic and highly over-rated for a place that mostly mob and movie producers frequented.

Not too far back along, Dick could see the bat in his tailor appeal being ogled by the cats of this creamy top.

He motioned those green eyes to his son, he was sure Dick saw as the three sat. Dick was there as Slade reached to shake. None whatsoever, Bruce would not be pressed as he knew the man carrying that eyepatch.

“What did you tell him, why is Wilson –

“So, more secrets from your ward.” Slade tapped a nail to the table as Dick tried not to give away his position.  He was…supposed to a possession.

Bruce sniffed and smelled it on them both. Someone tonight would end up on the ground. “Slade. I demand you remove yourself –

“Not likely to happen.” Slade smirked and plucked up his black briefcase from earlier to place it on the table with a hard clack. “Go on, show your old Alpha what we’ve been up to.”

Dick groaned and pulled down his shirt collar, Bruce’ neck was now a pepper cherry as his emerald eyes emerged from a very dark place. “You let him??? Tell me?? Was this…you aren’t legal, Wilson –

“Hush. It’s just a bite. It’s to cement our true relationship when he does come of, “post – presenting” age.” Slade clarified. “He was saved by me, and we agreed that you harbored some animosity towards the boy. I took pity the only way I knew you’d pay attention, Wayne.” Slade undid the latch to his briefcase with a double, click.

“This will be a positive change. I’ll even allow you to continue funding his education before the big move.”

“Slade…?” Dick seeped a breath. “When were you going to-

“Wait, your father gets to have his say. Don’t you, Wayne?” Slade refused to open the case as Bruce’s eyes swung between his son, the mad man making a bid on the boy’s future as his mate, and the strange black briefcase.

“I won’t stand by and watch Dick throw away his life in a Stockholm development case. I’m fighting this and he’s getting that scar removed.”

“No, B. I’m stay –

“You’re not legal, and I still have the right bring you home, Dick.” Snarled the other Alpha billionaire. “Slade is just looking to take advantage-

“Like you and Alfred did by not saying WHAT I am?” Dick slid his eyes over to the case.

“I- i'm telling you…you were –

“Cat got your tongue, Wayne?” Chuckled the white-haired mercenary. “If you’re done bitching to mine, then we can arrange a few things before Richard graduates too late. He’s welcome to pursue any career he chooses. I’ll even train him to resist other Alpha. My way.”

“Like HELL –

“I mean it…” Swallowed the boy as Slade and Bruce were halted by the kid’s remorseful voice. “You would keep me in a position I didn’t even ask for, because you think I’m just…not, right? That I don’t have anything by om-

“You’re not.”

“I AM.” Hissed the kid. “I always had a touch of it, but you kept that from me.” Dick’s lip curled up at Bruce and his cruelty. Caring was cruel, Slade was at least honest. He’d not have to be his omega for life. This was just their arrangement. 

“You’ll be…You’ll be in danger always with this man." Growled the frustrated alpha. His scent was murky and hinted on avarice. Wanting Dick to stay, to not belong to this mercenary.  To not be touched...

“I can’t stop fighting to keep you safe. Like your parents wanted.”

Dick bit back a gasp. Slade inclined the last latch of the briefcase as a paper flew out for him to snatched up. “The forms, to take him off of your hands. Or else my legal team can find reason to get him a new adoptee.”

“I won’t sign it.” Bruce decisively said. “Dick, I didn’t do this or…Alfred will be fine. You don’t need to be this spoiled –

“Slade. Open it. I’ll sign my part.” Slade was one step as he handed Dick a black necklace box instead. The kid blinked as Bruce went for the box, the link flipping open to release a diamond studded collar with a star sapphire in the center of it.

Dick’s eyes never left the box as Bruce caught it. His grip was ready to shove the thing out into the floor for someone else to step on.

“Wayne, that wasn’t meant for you.”

“SEND. THIS. BACK.” Seeking his demise, with lips curled up, the man was certainly unfurled in his anger. Slade was calm, poker face and all, yet Dick didn’t know what to do. Stunned as he was, he tried to speak up. “It’s mine, Bruce.”

“HE’S marking you with this. His scent, his…object!” Growled the alpha. “My ward isn’t for sale.”

“I never was, Bruce! I wanted to leave your family!!”

The adult hunched down as he dropped the studded garbage. He felt like garbage. If only he’d told the truth sooner. If only he could right this. Dock wasn’t one to be set free, yet this new alpha was cutting up all protocol. All rules. Bringing them back to years ago, when omega had no other alternatives but to serve their alphas.

It made his blood curdle as Slade plucked out a pen and wrote down on a slip his expected time frame for all of these changes.

“One week. One week, or the course of your life will be one offspring short of one very “special" little bird.”

The strong ended threat dripped off his tongue, right into the champagne scent of happy and giddy types that came to make similar transactions under the light of a visible moon bow.

Dick stuck to his seat as Bruce’s hand never moved. Wayne slowly got up, and rigidly, walked away out the door and to his vehicle without lifting a brow. Dick was only alone until the man’s legal team pinned the white-haired alpha for rape and abduction of a borderline – type dependent.

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In the cab back, Dick knew that Bruce was going to plot, brood and then some. In Dick’s lap was the briefcase where Slade had recovered the priceless collar. The one that was, no….Slade had somehow had all that time behind the kid’s back, whether or not stolen, and his foiled plot wasn’t over by a hair.

Dick was supposed to wear that, as his blood ran cold. Dick couldn’t think as Slade nudged him to leave the cab.

He almost didn’t want to.

The lights went on to Slade’s bedroom and the boy froze again at a replaying memory of what he did in that king size the night before against his wishes.

“Dick?” Slade could tell that a number of things had the boy, conflicted. “He didn’t do any of that for you. It was for his reputation. If he said –

“We, made a promise.” Dick wiped his eyes as they tried to water right in front of the man. He wasn’t part omega; he was a beta. A secondary set to an al –

“I’m not…” He choked on his thoughts as they were swallowed back down as Slade moved to find the time to set up a second space on the sofa. He patted down some pillows and even laid out a sheet and a pair of sleep shorts with a baggy tee for the teen. “It’s late. You can rest here, it’s been a long night.”

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Down the hall, the man didn’t bother returning as Dick smelled the man’s distress over every cover and waft of dust free air in the complex. Slade didn’t come out if the other room which had to be a study or an office of some sort.

Dick whistled through his nose and hugged his arms to his chest as he went to start up a bath and not just a shower this time.

Slade had a pretty big set up of a Jacuzzi as Richard slipped off his garments and dropped right into the bubbling suds. It was a long day. Slade had no idea what he had started. The bat was now hell bent on getting the courts involved to take Dick away for good. His parents never wanted him treated like this; Dick grumbled into the waves as he submerged into them, beautifully.

They wanted him to fly free and not feel so tied down to obligations that weren’t his to have. What, if Bruce took him away from being an officer in another city, would he get to ever be if the man got his way –

Dick flustered as he remembered that hand, that anger....

…

~ “I won’t stand by and watch Dick throw away his life in a Stockholm development case. I’m fighting this and he’s getting that scar removed.” ~

A Stockholm, case? If he thought it had to be anything close, that was just…. not the case at all. Dick had made a promise, Slade would abide by it. He was going to keep his hands off, this was only to take Dick from …

Dick’s eyes widened as he recalled something…

~ “HE’S marking you with this. His scent, his…object!” Growled the alpha. “My ward isn’t for sale.” ~

It was for show, nothing more.

Slade…Dick had heavily sighed into the suds. His eyes dropped a bit as he soon gave into his stress and fatigue. The suds had kept going as night took his body temp, down…down….

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The boy sneezed upon first shiver. He was in his clothes and it was…

S- s- so - c- cold.

“Idiot.” The man above him was wasting no time as Dick squirmed, even fully clothed against what looked to be a sleeping white haired grizzly. Dick didn’t even have his arms back to pound and protest into the male’s chest.

“Awake…?” The adult huffed lazily into the teen’s neck. Dick felt his body shiver as his legs were close to kicking, the man's twisted before his own to trap him like vines in a differentgarden of eden. Had they not been forced to spoon on the bed, it might have been a body pillow instead of a serpent at his backside.

“You fell fast asleep in the tub. Thought I’d warm you since you were icy as death. Poor thing.”

Dick hid his face as Slade never wanted to stop taunting him into submission. “Wayne might care too much. Think of it. If he had never found you an arranged mate, you might have become eventually…Mrs. Wayne.”

Icy dread filled his throat as Dick never saw or could imagine, Bruce in such a place. “He’s…he’s not that kind of alpha-

“You’re unmanageable.” Slade dictated with a light, warm squeeze. “Unmarried and, you were late to have your heat until the incident that you nearly were raped by some low-level thieves. Face it, not even your own sweethearts could handle what I can just fine.” Slade nuzzled down into the bite as Dick tried to toss his head back and slam into the man, had he not been dropped by the grip and flipped over to straddle the man’s chest, clung there steadily as he stared down angrily at the mad man’s cunning smirk. “Who would have you? I heard any one beta or even omega for that matter that has ever courted you has said your scent is never satisfying enough. That you have nothing to give to your partner.”

“Why was that necklace in the box.” Dick’s body could not pull away as Slade kept the kid pinned above him. “You’re still shaking. That pretty sapphire was gorgeously, hand-picked. Less than a year ago, my head and body said that you’d be coming. Are you so certain that bonded soul mates are only a myth?”

“Yes.” Dick snipped and shut his eyes. “I do believe they are just some false, manipulative garbage to sell onto an…a type. I don’t think that it’s possible.”

“No omega can be asexual, didn’t you know that?”

Dick’s heart went quietly as he shook his head. “She…. you know way too much." Dick snorted "How long since, was this going to happen?" He accused the man. "That you’d expect me to happen to follow you someday?”

“Since the day when you were first my apprentice." The adult spoke rather fondly. "Once. On that day, I scented from your tears, of another betrayal.” The man said. “You also skipped a heat, which at your age would have happened at sixteen, had you been ready...but you did not have it. Even as I'd checked your vitals back then and saw a slow spike. Funny. Because no such "beta" has this, only omega do at their peak of a –

“Let me go." Snarled the boy, quietly. "I can’t sleep here.”

“You were going to have hypothermia.” Slade interjected.  “Here, let me feel if I think you’re ready.”

“Stop it!” Dick didn’t have a choice as both lean wrists ended up in one hand, while the other felt his forehead to see if his spell had broken. “I suppose you’re fine, there should be an electric blanket in the closet by the living area.” The man pulled away his hands as Dick pushed himself directly off of the man. Glowering back, he went for the sofa and he realized that it wasn’t far. He took the man’s advice, but wondered…

Had Slade been preparing for his heat? Was that why everything was so predetermined here?

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Ok…

So, Slade is stating that if Dick had been the soul mate type of borderline beta, that Wayne might have taken him instead if no one could ever court the kid?? And he was holding onto that collar and apparently knew this since Dick was fifteen. Way effed. So, he’s been partly groomed this whole time. At eighteen, all if that progress can’t be a waste, but will Dick take the plunge and cement any bonds as Slade expects, and his he really the same soul mate type or lying to tick of Wayne and take what he wants? Find out!

Next is a tricky topic on sex change though I am no genius on the process. Now, eyes front and center! Once again, no parts on our boy! That is what this controversy is about. Partly sexual identification. Also, Slade said Omega can’t be asexual to scare Dick into thinking no one will love him. That Babs just wasn’t able to cope except for himself and Bruce….

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Dick talks Slade out of some ideas, and it works for now?

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Chapter 6: What To Do, With US

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Dick shuffled in the room a bit earlier to take his morning shower before Slade got up. The man had him reclining nicely on the sofa so he set his go time for four instead of tour average five, six or seven. The mercenary obviously was taking a slow week off as he didn’t get up at the same time every day. Even compared to his knock on the door after Richard had finished showering up, he was civil about letting the young man have his freedoms as long as he didn’t try anything stupid.

The collar still sat in its box, untouched as Slade knew it would. The idea was to wake both men up, tell Richard he had to be have zero mistakes in his conquest against the bat. It had to look like a love story that was both awkward and, well, genius. It wasn’t. Dick wanted what he wanted despite their base terms. Slade huffed and layer up in his bed, waited for the brat to crawl out and creep back to his sofa as if he’d be wearing a cape again.

Vigilante, never fear. Chuckling, Dick turned red then cleared his throat. “You’re awfully lively for a near – dead man. What’s with the stalker today?”

Slade only laughed a little more before calming down. “You’re here the first three days and I'm a plague already. You do know with my abilities, I come STD free?”

Dock turned even redder as he pointed and wrapped the towel even tighter over his face, fumbling for the sofa arm. “Don’t tell me, anything!”

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Breakfast was no longer bland. Slade had stored some good cheese and fruit in the drawer for when the kid was less likely to upchuck an aged variety. He made sure the toast was dryer though. Not like he didn’t curdle the kid’s gut with one eye still free from being poked out.

“Let’s eat.”

Definitely ,  this was…domestic as Slade took the first bite. Richard bit into a bagel and then made sure to add the fresh jam from Wintergreen- he’d sent a nice cloud error from overseas as well. A little sugar could cure any bad mood, and the kid burned quick enough for a day to indulge. “He was right.” Smirked the man as he took his fork to point out, “You are quite a spoiled one, Grayson.”

Dick put down his fork, face beating as he stood up, sliding in the chair to scratch the floor. “I’m done with my plate.”

Dick turned to go, yet Slade reached far enough out to grab the kid's wrist back in. “You’ve barely touched a thing. Eat, you need your –

“So, you can treat me like your pet??” Shouted the boy, Slade letting go with a stare. “So you don’t lose your strength.”

Slade’s words went right through the kid as he left the room to find the toilet. “Fine, maybe later. Not in the mood to fight right now.”

“Dick –

The kid slammed the door and slumped onto the toilet seat to ring his fingers through his dark mane. “My exam is coming up…you…ugh! Go away!”

The door didn’t come down with a splinter of falls, it simply needed a few screws unwound as Slade picked it freely open to view the distressed and near crying ex-  boy wonder sitting with his knees to his chest on the toilet seat lid. “I told –

“Don’t bother.” Slade crossed his arms and didn’t budge from the doorway. “Talk.” The man commanded. “You had all morning and blew trying to get my attention. If you had asked for your things, that could be arranged.”

“My laptop.”

“We’light you a new one.”

“My reports and college application –

“Is in the damned cloud. Didn’t you save anything that way? I thought your middle brother was the smartest of you bats.”

“He…. Tim, is. I ran away, remember? I didn’t think I’d forget that…”

“Yet, you did.” Snorted the adult. “What else is bothering you-

“You! Bruce, the law…my body…”

Slade blinked. “Your…”

Flashing a glare at the adult, Dick held his arms to hug his chest, as if exposed to the wrong individual right now. “After the…. bed, when you, you know…raped me??...My sleep has been disturbed. I can’t get any, and it…. itches or something…?”

“Is it the sofa?”

“No!” Dick yelled at the older adult. “No. Ever since then, it’s…not your bus –

Slade leaned over as his hand reached to grip the kid’s face and read him a bit better. “It wasn’t you…presenting, was it?”

“What? No!” Shaking the hand off, Dick hopped off and went to the door calmly. His stomach was still not full

“Um, is…is breakfast still open for discussion?”

Slade stood up fully and cracked his neck from the angle prior. “Did you have a request this time?”

“Eggs, something soft. Hard foods, make it feel too heavy for me right now.” (Slow bowel post-surgical.  Some days we do the mush foods. So true.) He didn’t want to tell Slade about the feeling of a tug, a pull in his lower body. It felt wrong and he couldn’t get it to stop unless he made himself stay up.

How he slept, that was all thanks to Bruce’s almost expert training.

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Slade had an idea that Dick was lying to him about the food's choice of texture. He was just going to have to wait. First off was one thing he didn’t need to agree to, yet could.

“Dick.”

Richard was up with his plate to go wash it as he turned around. “Yeah?”

“I gave it a thought for a day, and it seems to me your dilemma might be permanent unless it is addressed quickly. There is one solution that won’t involve you having to…”

Dick fled to the kitchen sink as he put the dishes in and began to wash with rough fingers. “Are you –

Slade sighed and waited, but the boy was insistent on ignoring his suggestion.

“I’m going over there and I expect an answer, Grayson.”

“Not my problem.” Dick scrubbed harder.

“Very well.” Slade grabbed the sponge and didn’t let it go Dick’s other wrist hanging onto the plate as his fingers could drop it at any time.

At any time, he could have thrown a fit. Instead, he frowned and waited for Slade to bleed out his part. His commands, just like a pig-headed Alpha.

“Listen; what you are feeling is more Omegan hormonal and it involves a need for pleasure or self pleasure if you don’t have the ability to self lubricate. It could involve a transformation of your body, or you could go back onto a strong dose of suppression drugs until it passes. It’s the start.” Slade puffed out lastly, letting Dick go as the plate was placed onto the side counter carefully.

“I don’t want one. Like that.”

“Then, will you numb it forever? Your heat will begin any day now.”

Dick froze and let his mouth shut.

“I…that’s not…we already –

“It’s a rise, it dips in five days. One week. I can have the prescription today if it helps.”

DI know nodded. “W- wh…what else…. could….h- happen to me? ...” He stiffened at the thought of having to…

Dick turned to the sink and let the bile wash into the metal basin, below.

“Another option, is to let me help –

“I DON’T WANT YOU BACK INSIDE ME!” Dick yelled before trying not to gag again.

“I’ll have some soup ready.” Slade gave the boy a pitying look before looking away. “You’ll have to recover from this before we have that safe house in Blud to move to…just, five days left.” Slade put up five fingers to indicate the countdown. “I’ll get the drugs to you. If they actually work, you won’t need my seed to satisfy your role as a late bloomer.”

Dock let his eyes drop to the sink. The smell made him dizzy as he gripped it with a white knuckled retort, one that he couldn’t even say out loud.

“Make up your mind if option one has poor timing. The man moved to grab his cell as he made a quick call. “I’ll just be a moment, dear child.”

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Bruce’s resistance was met with disappointment in the firm if a diffused legal rights battle.

“It’s not binding, but fortified terribly well for any mercenary…” Alfred hummed and smoothed his chin over the conditions in bold ink. “Mr. Wilson certainly then has his background in law, so it seems.” Alfred shook his head as Bruce snatched up a part of the paperwork that the man had given him as a copy of the original. Why would he do that? Wasn’t that a dead giveaway to what he was really after? Control? To humiliate Mr. Wayne’s family, or…

Was he really falling over Dick’s little rebellious phase…

“I’m not going to be able to bring them to listen to our terms if Slade takes him away.” Bruce turned to the courtyard as Damian and Stephanie were playing ball, yet Damian’s face didn’t seem to absorbed in what he was being pushed to commit to. He threw the ball to Cass as she shrugged, seeing Steph cross her arms and call out to the younger boy. “Ref! We can’t stop the game. What’s up with you? Dick isn’t coming back.” She let her eyes wander as Bruce pulled back, hoping they had missed his glance by the window.

“Alfred. Hold that a second; I need to speak to my son.”

“Very well, sir.” Alfred combed through more documents as he let the bat take to controlling the situation just fine on his own.

So had he assumed it would lead to something positive.

 Bruce right now, was far too gloomy for his tastes, as Alfred flipped to a new page and grabbed it in a gasp “My word!”

Bruce was already gone, yet he’d want to see this as Alfred jotted his find down and then found part two if this gold mind of further convincing pieces of legal evidence.

“Wilson might not hold a candle to any of our lawyers, yet I’m something to fear. Truly remarkable that it wasn’t spotted sooner.”

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Bruce caught Damian by the rock wall towards the pond, a few paces back of the garden that Bruce’s mother had taken too long to bring into fruition. As if she had to paint so many images on her own to have the perfect view, a stroll was always so pleasant when she’d been alive. Bruce saw how unhappily Damian walked, kicking stones and scuffing his shoes in the dirt.

“Dami –

Dick would have helped in this situation much quicker. Yet his son was a young, unburdened Alpha who had only to grow into his role as household Alpha after any of his family or siblings. As the only boy born to Wayne, yet he still kept humble in a more dignified manner.

His mother was something of royalty, Talia Al Ghul. She had left Damian with Bruce ever since she’d left and so far, none had located her whereabouts.

The boy had been young, bold and obnoxiously spoiled when he’d first arrived at the manor. His mother had set no ground rules, his grandfather had run that preening to its max as now, now he was first off seeing that Damian was only a boy who didn’t know his place right now.

“Father.” The boy didn’t look so upset for the man’s visit. In fact, it looked…needed.

“Grayson, he isn’t coming back. Is he.”

Bruce saw too soon how bonded the boy was with his nanny goat of a pseudo-omega – one running around saying he wasn’t. Only a Beta. Only…not Alfred’s replacement.

“He will be, as long as we know how to save him. Damian, you know he didn’t run away because of you or his family-

“That’s a big fat fib.” Dami looked at a stone by his foot, a pebble was there as Damian smoothed it with his fingers, seeing every endhe that was worn away. He looked to the pond, hand steady as Dick’s hand did the same.

“He taught me to take my time, to not rush my thoughts. Richard, was not a nanny to us, Bruce. He’s, my brother. He’s not for sale to some character with a vendetta on this family.”

Dami tossed the stone as it rippled the water, near perfect as a certain acrobat had shown the boy before. “I want him to know that. If you find where he’s gone to, tell him. I don’t want him to think I’m just begging for a playmate to come home.” The boy picked up a second pebble as Bruce decided to join him. A shuffle upon the grit, the same lesson was as hos father and Alfred had taught young Bruce as a still undecided Alpha.

“I won’t miss the chance to make Wilson repent behind bars, but mostly, mostly I need to apologize-

“You don’t, though!” Damian exclaimed as he still held the stone, facing his father. “Richard knows better or should. You are his caretaker until he us of age. At twenty one, most alpha and beta cannot leave the nest. Omega were given a head start and…I won’t see him take over your view with his. The law is to protect his kind –

“Damian, drop it.”

“No, father." Damian put his foot down. “Richard isn’t like Drake or even like Stephanie.  He’s a problem and you must reign him back into our pack for some serious discipline.”

Bruce pulled away, hearing Talia in the boy’ tone.

“He’s not…” Bruce was stuck again, just like before as he swallowed his concerns of what Dami would think of him. That if he got this child angry, he’d run away to do what batman couldn’t.

Just like Dick had when running after Zucco.

“Richard has a bright future. He’s just not sure of how he’ll have to reinvent his options. I was afraid at first of running my father’s company. Ran away to the woods and Alfred had to send Ace after me.”

“Ace?” Damian recalled Titus, but never…another?

“A different dog, an ancestor of Titus.” Bruce clarified.  “You can’t be mad at him. He’s under probably more pressure than I should have put…on him…”

“Tell him that then.” Dami huffed as he threw the last stone. The ripples missed his hand as Damian clinched his tongue, disappointedly. “Tell him all if that is the truth, if he buys a second of it.”

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So, Damian is pissed…we will see a flashback of them later. Dick is offered a sex organ change but decides against being that kind of omega. Slade takes the idea of Dick’s first heat coming…rather well?

 Alfred uncovers some important lingo that might shut Slade’s requests down for good! Well, what about Bruce? How is he going to hunt down the other duo? Find out! Not a smut filled chapter. We need content, people!

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Alpha, Beta. But Never an Omega

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Chapter 7: Arrangements

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Dick waited for Slade as his face showed back through the door. Slipping the key in the lock, Slade made sure the security and his bed were, tight enough.

“You didn’t run.”

“Where could I go, you know I have no …”

Dick let the cuffs that were bound round his wrists clink as he peered over to see that Slade had brought bags. Shopping?

“How…what are those?”

They looked to be in a salmon orange paper bag from some department store. Dick frowned up at the man as he was ready to ask again, yet Slade went to undo the cuffs instead. “Something for you to quit wining to me about not having at your disposal.” Slade dropped the two bags onto Dick’s lap as he pulled away the paper. “Consider it a gift. And your medication is in one of those bags as well. It helps to know a pharmacist in the industry willing to –

“COUNTERFEIT??” Dick pulled out the pill bottle as je showed it to Slade’s smug face. “I could get poisoned with this…no way, take it -  

“No, you could, but won’t.” Slade pulled the bottle out of Dick’s grip as the boy saw something else in the bag.

“Slade. No.”

Dick pulled out a silver studded color with black leather.

 “THIS?”

“A gift, and you will be wearing this one in public.” Slade pulled off the top of the pill bottle and went to fetch a glass of water for his little pseudo -  mega.

“Here.” He handed the glass to Dick as the boy shoved the bags towards the headboard, the other hand had his two suppressants right and ready to swallow down. “If I get sicker, you owe me to have a full medical team ready to pump my stomach.”

“You won’t die. These work, try to trust your Alpha.”

Dick snorted and took a heavy gulp down of the pills to water- his near choking face as humorous as the items Slade had chosen to parade his pet in once they’d have to go out together again. Dick pounded his chest as he coughed. The pills, were so large. And dry…

“Ow! Is that…weekly?”

“Monthly.” Slade said as he placed the glass back in the kitchen onto the counter there. No need to wet the bed like last time. “Did you see any other surprises inside those bags, besides the collar. I thought it would make you seem, less feral.”

“Funny, then why not g…” Dick shook his head. “Never mind…. what is?...”

Dick dropped the piece then studied what the bed was holding. A blue…sun dress.

A set of lace at the hem as his eyes never wanted it left in his face…. Dick’s acid bubbled profusely. 

Dick tore his eyes from the piece of fabric to glare angrily at the mercenary. “Is this a joke to you?? I don’t wear these and…. take it back...”

“You might need it, for a mission or two.”

“Not happening. No vag, remember?”

Dick shook his head as Slade sarcastically reprimanded the boy wonder undone. “Why, Richard! Why would I expect you to have one? That’d be a backwards but if homophobic proposition. Not all omega ladies look the part. You should know that with…. Kori-

“Ah…how…” Dick growled and pulled out a much more modern street style pair of black…was this the year before, 2000? The top was just a tight-fitting black tee. Nothing like his cargos. Nothing at all. The jeans that he’d lost the previous night were miee firm fitting that this clown outfit... “If I look like a moron; I’d feel like a damn –

“It’s a guise. It’s what the rave loving Gothic crowd, craves. Your persona is dark. You don’t know any better. Bruce will get it. A rebel, once, always a rebel.”

To nit be spotted, wherever they were going, deep.seeped in a breath. 

Dick wanted to face- plant his jaw at that remark, even so. “Make no mistake. I would be doing the fashion police no justice.”

“Who says.” Slade picked up the bag with the collar in it and toyed with the clasp in the back. “Every piece should fit like it belongs to no one else. I made sure that you could picture yourself fully dressed –

“YOU’RE no sugar daddy.” Dick huffed. “As for the collar, try a black band. Plain. Not flashy.”

“Check the one with the pants.” Smirked the older adult as Dick groaned at the fact, he was far to attune to what the kid wanted. Far too much…

“You just really know how to treat your victims..." Dick sighed, exhausted and rather dramatically. "Nice.” Dick sighed out, and put on the band with a small click. “No strings? No special lock?”

“No, just an accessory. You seem fond of it already. Am I wrong about the size, though?”

Dick ran his fingers over the back and to his joy, it was no trap at all. He unlinked it as it fell loose. The thing was not really expensive or anything like that. He could have it for himself. Not as a pet dog. “Thanks.” Dick breathed out as he put everything back into the two bags. “For the meds, they’re not causing me to grow four arms yet? Weird, thought you'd really try to do it to me.”

“Likewise.” Slade smiled…. smiled?? Ok, had to be an Alpha thing. “Um, are you…done, gawking?” The boy raised a suspicious brow.

Slade stood up and the kid let out a stale exhale. Dick shrugged, not caring that he was still looking. “Getting up.”

Dick was about to, yet he...had vertigo, that not gentle sign that had taken him back down. He fell into the sheets with no luck.

The …. fuck?

“Slade…. what?.....nng….” Dick tried again, his head was nearly woolen and muddled, as he put a palm to his temple. 

All dead, it was –

“That relaxant has a reputation for being fast acting. My, my…” Slade chuckled as he swept back over to show the kid that he had his own watch set. That their bags and their things were in the closet. Packed.

Ahead of schedule.

Dick paled. 

This was a change of pace. Slade had... lied…

“Hnn?”

“Come, pet.” Slade put the other collar, the studded one on as Dick couldn’t move to stop him. A key was put away as it stayed there. Locked in place as Dick began to sweat, his body was then lifted as Slade looked for the door. “Time to go. The bat was a bit of trouble to lose on my way back. Seems I’m not being careful enough with your family.”

Dick had his head beating with his heart as Slade scooped the kid up to not drop him. One other andro -  bot in the hall from Slade’s old armada had the suitcases and Slade’s equipment.  The second and third were in a helicopter on the roof as Slade didn’t wait for an entourage. “Say goodbye to this city, dear child. The bat won’t even have a chance to catch on that you still even cared. It’s why you stalled, wasn’tit. You could have left at any time…no, wait.” Slade shrugged as the boy was tossed into the arms of a waiting robot.

“No. You couldn’t. My error, you’re actually, pretty screwed, Grayson.”

Dick’s jaw started to move until Slade shoved a cloth rag into it. “Or, you will be. Come time for your second heat…”

Dick didn’t get to keep his eyes open as the sky lit with the bat signal. His eyes watered as he regretted his selfish actions. The fact he’d been caught by the wrong people, not being one of those regrets. Only that he’d failed to put them behind bars.

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Andro – bots are what I’m going to call Slade bots from time to time in this.

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Bruce had lost the trail cold as his iron clad palms pushed open the door to Commissioner Gordon’s office at the precinct. “Jim. We can’t stand around. Dick is still –

“I know it. My boys got the bat's address. It was in that fake document-

“Application. And it was a clue we needed to find. It’s too late now, he fled the city. I…” Bruce was coaxed to sit as Jim looked on in the same amount of pain as Babs would have upon hearing of her existence disappearance the next day.

“Don’t leak this out yet, I need to think.”

“You, do?” Scoffed the older cop as he leaned back into his seat at the desk and turned darkly to the bat. “Waiting involves more than you’d like to picture. This could be the Alpha in you leaning out.”

Bruce’s nostrils snarled up at Jim, “Dick wasn’t safe to begin with. That’s why we had Barbara break off what they never gave each other. If I told Dick that he’s not like any beta or omega but….that.” Bruce shook his head. “Soulmates don’t exist.”

“Wilson sees it differently than you and me, Bruce.” Sighed Jim as he softened his tone. “I can help on the raid. You send anyone to the location after em?” Jim pulled out a bottle of scotch from his desk drawer and two glasses right in the same row. “Care to unwind and talk it out while my team digs through Slade’s dirty laundry? Might take a few hours.”

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Bruce Wayne was never one to drink casually on his own or in the company of any bosom buddy – minus Mr. Queen of Queen Industries in Star City. He felt the pang of unending defeat plunge him into just one glass as he clamped the small shot with Jim’s and downed it in the rarest example of sober fortitude that the bat’s alias could muster up.

“So. He was gonna try out for the squad in the future. Should a picked one of your pack ta have started a riot with the system. Babs was first to call it. She finally threw a fit and said she’d move to a country without anti -omega laws against them being cops. She said her whole life revolves around one thing too.” Jim downed a new shot as Bruce nursed the first. He didn’t want to walk out half pissed and reading while Damian’s nose would have that scent on the nose. Better than any dirty tabloid report’s aim.

“Dick was going to pass, before I told him to let it go. That he couldn’t do anything that dangerous-

“He’s a bat, but it is a shame. Did you say anything about, you know? To the kids?”

“Tim, Jason and Alfred and I are the only ones. Damian may gave noticed already, but…” Bruce looked at his watch, Jim downing his second glass as the bat cut their mini meeting short. “I’m heading to the scene to see if anything was picked up. You coming?”

“Can a blind man call his mate, bluff? Then, yeah. I’m good to go after.” Jim put his bottle back for next time. These were important moments for the dark knight. Even as a young Alpha pup, Bruce had been difficult to read. Sometimes he spoke, other times, brilliant but silent all day long.

“Let’s not wait. I wanna see if there is more to the man than he was about ten years ago. Been a long time since we got a glimpse of his face dodging Interpol and Amanda Waller of Task Force X, in a whole decade. Like a damn memory I’d rather forget by now.”

“Glad you haven’t.” Bruce pushed open the doors to the precinct hall and found his keys. “Want a lift?” He turned to Jim as the man already knew plenty. Bats and birds, they were no stranger to danger in this city.

“Got your back this time, partner.” Grinned Jim as they headed for Bruce’s vehicle. “Off to find your boy, or wherever they may have brought him.”

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega

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Chapter 8: How to Train Your Alpha

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This is likely that Slade will put Dick in the Toby McGuire seat. We will see….

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~ Fame can tame a man. Make him weak to the elements needed for his ultimate survival. We desire compassion, yet privilege above all cements a false view of what true happiness is that lies at the feet of those so granted in its obligations.  Whether that be wealth, fame or beauty beyond compare, the last of a side cannot be chosen, warped nor identified on a borderline status. Omega are, and should forever remain, the lowest of the social – economic tier to never gain this honor. Betas follow, but never lead, and Alpha….

An emboldened Alpha receives the entire carcass, from its first breadth, to its first mounting of some hapless lower tiered creature as either of its  competition . ~

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Slade set his eyes on a locked room that was an old favorite in this city. Blud had no class whatsoever, Chicago could never hold a candle to it by the crime it shared out of Gotham’s dark histories. It traded villains and villains flocked to her. It only had profit to spare for the scumbags that took as they wanted, the alphas that in this city, truly ruled. Gotham had quickly worked to change this black and white way of thinking, saying the law enforcement in Blud had their hands tied down by too many mafia. That to have a hero in this city, meant to lose what they were gifted to survive an onslaught by gangs that ran the precinct since the city’s founding.

Unlike Gotham, no senile hoot owls took to the stage. Slade preferred this territory to rebuild and awaken a new savior to those that had ultimately failed to enforce this condition onto them; the one bound to burn at the stake for being the worst kind of offense.

False heroes, the ones that would turn criminal if granted anything less. Slade had a plan to make this city change fir the better, starting with his win prize. The sunny – eyed pseudo omega, born Beta, yet not even sure that was what he was at all anymore.

“Grayson.” Slade patted the boy’s cheek as he was laid right onto a bed in need of some good dry cleaning. “You’re home, boy.”

Slade watched the kid groan and sit hos head up, tongue smacking as he had little room to maneuver it while coming out of a drugged state. “H…. u…?”

The young adult now could see without his mask on, that the room was a bit unused, a safe house and apartment that Slade had not allowed a soul to take on his leave for so long. “No empty minded soul would dare ask for my services here. We can plan ahead, save your reputation before it turns to crumble beneath what you’ve built. And, I’ll even break your vows that Wayne’s had all these years.”

Dick wanted to shake his head; it was quite a mess as he tried to raise himself. Yet, the bed below him had to dip. He rocked on it as the mattress was too soft and downy to stay aloft in. “Welcome to your new home. Bed made and everything, hero.” Slade grinned as he adjusted the kid’s chin to tip his eyes up to meet. “Wayne has probably found that the contract is no longer valid. You belong to me, but you’ll need to change to keep him far away while we work.”

“Work…. what…what about school?” Dick groaned and finally had his limbs ready to rest him on his elbows properly. Slade moved his jaw as Dick winced, thinking it was sore for some other reason  “You won’t leave. I have the evidence enough to call you out as Wayne’s little toy. Or better yet, yo tear your family up since you decided not to defend them. If they can’t pin this all on me, then why not him.”

“But, he didn’t-

Slade put a finger to Richard’s lips with a hushed sound at his out. “Shhhh.” Slade told the teen. “College is fine. But to get you out of his circle, you have to do a few more backflips to prove it. I can’t always be your daddy long legs at this point, you’re right.” The man mused to the kid even. “We may need to go in deeper, to Blud's. As it’s protector.”

“I need supplies for that. I can’t believe-

“Hush. Let your Alpha, finish.”

That set Dick off as he rose to his palms, legs still slack as Slade rose by the kid’ heated expression.  “No, you need to answer me, Slade. Why are we in Blud? I didn’t join the force. No one is going to –

Slade pulled out his cell as he plucked up another clip. A sound file that had been uploaded from the bathroom in the hotel Wayne had never left just yet.

Dick laid there, spread out as the sound traveled.

~ I know, yes. Gordon, we have to get him to…. if I don’t? Dick isn’t a Beta until he makes that official, I know that. I’m protecting him. This is urgent…I have him in the other room in the next…DNA test there is no such thing as a soulmate. Whatever you heard, don’t.  He’ll be locked in his room on the books for all I care for another year. I can’t, Jim. Gotta go. They’ve arrived. ~

The sound died as Slade put the cell back into his pocket. Dick looked at him, stunned as ever. “What…what was that…How did, how did you get a bug into –

“Not important. What is, is that he can’t touch you if you play our game and listen to me.”

“YOU’RE not my ALPHA.” Dick growled back, a toe twitching as he tried to get his whole foot to listen.

“For now, I’m the only one that knows what you want, Dick.”

“You didn’t…...you claimed me without consent. –

“I didn’t.” Slade pulled out the cell phone; he probably had copies be told, this time the video from before of his near rape was pushed towards the end as a sound bite. ~ Take me, please! ~

The man flipped it shut. Dick fell to his stomach and balled his hands by his skull, yelling as he muffled the rest of his screams within the dusty comforter.

“You did. And the timing, was too perfect.” Smiled the mercenary. “I did as you instructed, and boy?” Slade waited for those bloodshot eyes to fall on him again, “I am never one to go back on my word.”

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“You’re not…. saving….me.” Dick hiccupped as Slade simply didn’t care to watch. He got up and went go the kitchen to feed his hungry pet. “Toast or a sandwich. I have enough bread to last the apocalypse. Nothing is wrong-

“Everything is!!” Dick felt his body uncapped as he moved, wobbling as a baby fawn over to the man - because though he was justifying his own actions as “decent,” they were as criminal as that mask he always wore. “Take me out, to anyone else. I can’t be your, whatever you want.” Dick murderous shook his head with his darker brown lowered.

 “I’m-

“Promises between us remain valid, you made sure of it. With your last hurrah.” Slade pointed to the first bite before setting down the prepackaged loaf. “Have to do this the hard way,” He grumbled, turning to the kid. “Maybe, my dear omega should prepare us lunch? Just restless after a long nap, my boy?”

“NOT. YOURS…” Dick lunged as Slade trapped the kid into the counter with a slam, hands behind his back as he made them move, Dick’s neck flaring up as Slade pointed his jaw over to a jar of highly processed peanut butter. Moving his arm for him, Slade made the kid sit up with a knee to his ass, rutting to it like his cock had already done. Dick broke into a cold sweat. “Up.” Slade ordered by a firm hand to the kid’s scruff. “Be that you are still able to function, or I will toss you out.”

“Sure, just discard me, already.” Snorted the terrified teen. “Why save me at all if…if I’m only good enough to kick around?”

Tears fell, as the knife clattered back onto the table top. Slade let out an unappreciative sound as he gripped both the kid’s wrists and tugged. “One handed it is. Stay.”

Dick still had been too weak to fight back as he wept, arms clasped painfully behind him as Slade made his best effort to make sandwiches for them with one hand.

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A master chef, Slade shoved Dick onto the bed. Too winded to do anything but sop up these tears with a napkin, the sandwich was placed on to a plate at his side. Dick didn’t touch it. He really was tied down into this, Slade had shown him that he’d have to sink to the man’s level to win his freedom back. Then, what? Bruce had always known he’d have nothing. Maybe a career in baby sitting or as a damned maternity nurse. Or…

His fingers grew numb as Slade reached out to pick up the sandwich and broke off a piece. “Eat.” He offered the bite to the brat. “You can’t be this forgetful. If you get sick, we both  will get exposed, and an ill omega won’t last long in Blud’s hospitals. You’d be better off never going…”

“Not an omega.”

“You didn’t fight back.” Slade pulled his arm away. “A beta would have used a decent fighting strategy, you just stayed there and went completely mellow. That, was a first... Seems I chose best for you after all –

“No!” Dick exclaimed as the dish at his side tilted a bit, the runny ingredients staying firm on the clean looking white bread he was forced to assume was food. “You didn’t do that, I…I’m still drugged up –

“It wore off when you stood up.” Snorted the mercenary as he put a bite to his lips. “Don’t be so bashful. Even your kind can fight, with the proper direction.”

“You…. don’t need to teach me to fight.”

“I obviously do, against Wayne, that is.”

Dick stayed silent, as his stomach finally spoke to break that awkward pause. “If I throw up, you’re buying take - out.” He snatched up the sandwich and took a bite, pretending it was turkey on rye or something slightly less processed than in the pantry back at the manor. (Gotham is based off of major cities and turkey on rye in NYC baby! Being Jewish NY family wise, well, that or a tuna melt. Or challah. You don’t see better bread. Lol.)  

“Deal.”

Slade smiled as Richard grimaced through the food, yet his stomach was fine until he thought otherwise. “What was your real plan? Making me a hero or a celeb?” The kid bit down, Slade chuckled having the boy’s hair bristle up.

“Something along those lines, yeah. As a vigilante that shows himself off. As the first solo, Omega.”

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Big reveal. Most omega work with the pack, but it’s unheard of for Omega to be team leaders or even work alone. So?...

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega 

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Chapter 9: Hometown Zero to Mystery Hero? Or, Playing House is Ten Times as Difficult as They Say 

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This part involves violence, seduction of a said minor and bullying.

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A week now and Bruce was biting his lips during home conference calls. His meetings with Jim turned up drier and drier by the day; Babs was staring to worry about Dick’s wellbeing, that had Jim cut her from the case until he was eliminated to reveal more.

Reality was cruel. They’d found nothing.

Nothing, but the damned contract and to his displeasure, it was a real document. That, and the man had the names changed. Wilson was no more. The paper had to be delivered or this case could run round until someone…

Bruce ran a hand through his messy scalp and groaned over his desk. The tapping sound of a young bird had the man move his torn lips a little.

“Enter.”

The bat knew who it was, Damian was restless and tired if his father’s obsessed lifestyle choices. “First mother. Now, Grayson. What did you think Deathstroke was after. Father?”

“I believe…” Bruce held himself as his eyes shifted back to the paperwork. “I’ll join you for a late movie in the cinema room, later.”

“You’re going to get sick.”

“Damian.” Bruce stared at the boy with his eyes, head still bowed over the desk. Hand holding his sullen cheek upright, the man tried again. “Go and find your sisters. I’ll be there soon.”

Damian turned his cheek away and left, the door knob to his small fingers as he half whispered his next words like a curse to a haunted soul already.

“That omega will be the death of you. He left his responsibility to stay here. He…you can’t just decide that –

“Damian-

“I’m going.” The boy snapped as he shut the door boldly in front of his parent. Bruce only rose from his desk a minute later to see through the doorway, his eyes peered, before returning to his work. He had to find a loophole, as Alfred had said.

There had to be some way to make it null. To make Slade a criminal again.

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Down to the balustrade of the upper floor, Damian saw Cass and Stephanie simply as glum as ever. Well, Cass always looked glum. Stephanie looked to not have much to talk about besides a distraction. His fists curled at how calm she was. She had…it was because she was too wild and needy for father. She was….

Dami stormed up to the blonde and called her out.

“Hey!”

She looked on, as if he were taking but not being clear to her. “Me?”

“Yes, peasant. Or should I just come out and say what you are. How you alone are responsible for father’s behavior more than because of Grayson fleeing this house.”

Downstairs, Jason was munching on one if Alfred’s award-winning cookies. He overhead a scuffle and looked up.

“The fact your dirty, selfish scent is all over his cloths is proof enough that Grayson leaving was the best for you, wasn’t it? You pining, irritable OMEGA!”

Jason’s imaginary hackles rose as he heard a scream.

“Get off! Dami! Quit it!”

Cass was nonverbal as she went to locate help and pleaded to Jason as he ran up the steps. She signed to him that Damian had hit Stephenie and now they were both fighting in the hall upstairs.

“I wish you stupid puppies had never existed! You made more trouble with that stunt…why! Can’t! You! Do! Anything! RIGHT?” Damian had his young, reddened eyes prickling back water drops as Stephenie was assaulted into the rug. His fists batted her to stay down, to be his punching bag. Grayson…Grayson was one two, half of….

 “Al!!” Jason called down to the kitchen as je ran right away to stop the fight. Behind the young master in that same hall, wasn’t Alfred just in time.

But, Master Bruce.

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Damian was pulled, rocking on his knees to gut knead the damned girl with his restless annoyance.

 “And, stay down-

Bruce wrenched the kid to his office, the boy growling and pulling yet not getting his way. He wasn’t that young, just younger than the test of the bats. Tim and Cass with Stephenie were in middle school already. He wasn’t done with grade school, so…this was an awkward way to be bullied. She could defend herself, yet Stephenie had come to them at a traumatic time in her life. Her father was once a wanted man, a foe of the Bat. She’d tried to be a true Robin and had failed at that. Turning to vengeance until Bruce had her stay away and return to a private world while she recovered her shattered self together. Right now, she was not Spoiler, nor a Robin, but simply Stephenie Brown Wayne.

Damian had been handed to Bruce by his mother who had trained him under the Demon’s Head law since his first breath. She did no want him to have this sort of, life or history,  so the man she trusted was Bruce. Her, beloved. Being Robin, he was as benched as Jason had ever been. A kid with a sharp pointed blade that was only his. No one else’s.

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As Bruce locked the door, the windows sealed tightly, he ordered the kid to sit down and not make a peep while he too has his desk. This was as predictable as a teacher sending Dami to the office at school for teaching the system of Capitalism to wealthy children under the age of eight. He was bright for his age, yet a time and a place to be an anarchist….as Todd had found out before his return to the manor. That was…the same time Damian had come home, here.

“What am I in fir, father? Putting runs in their place is after all an alpha-

“You’re not a responsible Alpha if your only way of being a leader is to not protect your pack. This pack is yours as well. You’ll be apologizing to your sister.”

“But! -

“No.” Bruce put down a hand. “Why Dick ran away was more than what happened before you started something in the kitchen. This…is a very old issue that was never resolved and you’re not permitted to act with prejudice towards anyone in this family due to their orientation. Do you hear me, Damian.” Bruce spoke a bit louder. “The fact you did that is as easily bigoted as it is wrong. You’ll apologize.”

“Then, why did he run…you know the real reason, where he may be hiding.” Damian murmured. “Am I correct, then?”

The child wanted to know that he was acknowledged even just a little fir some attribute, yet he was a pup. A boy who had not yet presented and would not know the meaning of that rite fir a very long time, yet. Bruce was surely hoping to dub the conversation as finished, yet this thing…. this insecure feeling of losing more of his children and adoptees to…to…

“Damian, Dick was always born as a Beta…it was my fault. He ran because I didn’t tell…” Another lip bitter and bloody, he seeped in, before stopping himself. “Go, we’ll have our chance tomorrow if you’ve behaved after school. I need a bit of time. Please.”

Damian looked on before getting up. “I’ll apologize to Brown, but not for you or for her. For my brother. Richard, was more than you painted him into being, father.”

“Sometimes, it’s better not to break ceilings, Damian.” Bruce slid around his chair as the boy huffed through his small nose. “Maybe not to you.” He muttered back, before taking his leave. This time however, he did not slam the door to Bruce’s study as he left the man of the house in absolute solitude as he’d wanted.

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Bruce picked up his cell and reached out. The first time, the second now, it had to be another who might have a better hold than he was. “Jim, I think…it’s time to put the case back on. I’m not giving him up without a fight.”

Jim paused on the line, drinking his murky coffee from a chipped mug with the file on Grayson right at eye level. ~ Right….and, how do you propose we go about getting this ta happen? My boss could call it off due to a lack of –

“I want to check one other destination. It’s a place that no vigilante has ever been to or stayed long in, just a sister city to Gotham.” Bruce rubbed his chin and pensive his thoughts became; he knew. Deep down, he KNEW Duck had to be looking around fir a roost to stomp on. Maybe Slade was using that against him somehow, one upping the bat by…

Bruce hid back a growl as he bit down again against that same weakness. “We’ll do it. I have the papers. We’ll stop the closure of Dick’s arrangement to that….”

~ Bruce, easy. ~ Jim shook his head and put down his mug with a stripped mask of fatigue on. ~ The kid will live. He’s not gonna, Deathstroke wants him alive. Dick is a straight arrow. You think a little thug like that can make him think otherwise? You’re the freaking –

“ Slade isn’t just all muscle and wits, James.” Bruce rose and went to get window to see that daylight was all but lost to the bleakness of nightfall. In his tower, the inner voice wept on for the masked man to do his worst. To punish the wicked. Yet, what if the truly evil didn’t hide, nor did they fight as mad men, or men made and born to madness?

What if it were something more sinister at work. This was what Bruce dreaded more than the physical pain Slade might be inflicting, but his silver tongue. To a beta or omega, an alphas purr was…. nectar. Life about to take to bloom. Would Dick use the man, or be used?

If only he could see through that crystal ball. Bruce went for the glass and clutched it. The cold pane soothed him and Jim was still on the line. ~ Get some rest. Tomorrow, we can go on a trip if you’ve still got time off. Any points there, Bruce? ~

“None.” Bruce sighed through the fogged glass, his heart as melted through as the mirror that had seized his twisted reflection. Or of an Alpha begging to have his son back. His son, who was also now presenting as a late bloomer to some God forsaken criminal and assassin….

~ Rest up, we’ll count on this thing, tomorrow. Night, Wayne. Don’t let the pups get to you. Babs was the same when her brother was admitted. He’s an omega too..~

A spike if anxiety crept up as Jim cleared his throat. ~ A – anyway. Nine, sharp. We can avoid traffic if we go by six and make it there at eight. Up to you. ~

“The sooner the better.” Bruce agreed, pushing the idea of Dick being like Jim's son from his head.

~ Omega are at fault, emotionally unstable in their youth. The comfort of other pact respectfully keeps this delicate side of the omega in question from doing something that could hurt themselves and others  when at their best behavior,  they are loving,  compassionate and even highly intelligent with many topics of science and medicine, the arts being one subject omega are preferable to. They can be highly athletic and are best fir aerobic exercises to maintain them with light weights in between. They gave strong appetites that can shift during and after a heat has passed. For omega that have not yet presented at their acquired age, this is not uncommon. They may even act out for attention as pups. The best way is firm and gentle, for the mind if omega due to their physiology remains a mystery to many scientists and doctors today. Beta are in fact the most difficult to understand, as their effective relationship with Omegas can be symbiotic if not effective in birthing their young to be healthy and to withstand illness over time. Genetics of this variety are still inconclusive and more omega are being protected by the law in cities that are still highly prejudicial towards the omega of their generation. With much promise, the only professions excluded to the grade of person would be:

• MMA fighter/gym trainer
• Police officer/ SWAT specialist
• CEO or financial executive
• President or congress person
• Manager or landlord
• Real estate tycoon/ sales person
• Professional sports player/athlete
• Surgeon or head hospital doctor
• College professor or school principal

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The list faded in his mind as the bat slunk off to his room. A power nap, then a few moments to think abd rise for the cave. He had messaged Jim for five a.m. To beat traffic, he huffed while up in bed. Slumping in as if he didn’t care about composing himself, the man of the house blew a puff of air out of pouting lips before wetting them and rolling into his downy soft sheets.

“Yeah, rest is all I can think about…. must be the case.” Bruce shut off the light with a clap of his hands lazily, the night. Forever.

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Dick had wanted a breath of fresh air, yet this wasn’t the town. Jump city where the Titan had coaxed him to before, had been disregarded due to his college prep, his future that might happen against his willing beck and call.

Bruce, he’d now realized, had been wrong about more things than one. Wally, Dick’s bestow from that city, had told him that he was being groomed due to an outdated source in Gotham’s history and that he should fight for his custody under a new guardian or the state – Gotham was old fashioned in where Jump had none of the same baseless existing conclusions on Omega, Beta or Alpha wellbeing. In fact, it was so backwards, that Bruce was unfortunately by the city he served, forced to abide.

Dick claimed it was conspiracy once, so had Jason, yet Bruce…he loved that city more than his kin. Keeping up appearances as Slade had whispered upon waking, was not something he'd have to do as much in the beginning of their new partnership together.

“Let’s rap, Dick.” Slade sat backwards on a folding chair as he’d pulled out a thought or two while his omega had been unruffled from the bed to accept their fate. The horrible truth was, Dick wasn’t a true Omega at all, but a beta who’d be disguised as one to win the hearts and votes of this city, as it’s next hero in the night. Right now, they were going over names, a false back story; anything to spread a little gossip. “The height of the black abd Hispanic communities of this city are not well off due to economic downturn from government assistance.”

Slade went over the facts. In other words, Blud was piss broke as a Berg. Ghettos, many addressed by the most corrupt coppers, while some….some expected no change into the next millennium.

“They need hope.”

“We need jobs.”

“I do.” Slade cut the boy down a second, which did bite. “I can –

“WAIT!” Dick protested. “I’m not a stay-at-home type. That’s entirely –

“Think of it as you being the pup.” Smiled the mam, seeing no fault in his words. “I’m just letting you catch up on schoolwork- the IEP address is hidden; this place is a fortress of security from the bat. While I do my little odd jobs to get us even more settled, financially…” Slade stood up to pull out his cell, Dick wondered what dirt he had next to throw over the kid’s eyes.

“You can come up with a new face. A mask, anything. I’ll even bring the sketchbook you want. You learned from your brother, didn’t you? To draw basic shapes?”

Dick puffed up his face and flopped into the mattress, now not a dust bowl for him to choke on. Slade had a washer dryer so he didn’t get the excuse to go out. Damn. Not that the idea stuck at all.

“I’m the idea guy, you’re the muscle.” He snickered. “Got that right.”

Slade didn’t comment but was uneasy to go along. Yet, the semi omega was more cooperative and vibrant than earlier. He could live with that over a sulking, hyperventilating former boy wonder. “I am, yet your grave will show through soon enough in that suit; stay here.” Slade paused to go into his dresser. He brought out a spiral notebook and a pen or two. Some looked to be off colors. A dark navy blue, a black sharpie. “For now, until I have more supplies and know the area has changed overnight…you will draw up a logo, a symbol. As well as the name you want these hero- less citizens to call you once you’re all dolled –

Dick raised a brow, tapping his fingers to the booklet as Slade didn’t under….

“You want me to buy groceries, is that it?”

“Please and thanks. And no more indescribable white bread from the supermarket. If you ….could bake your own, maybe I’d just then call you…papa?”

Slade locked eyes as the kid laughed again. “Getting cooped up, sorry. Stress and hunger talking. Wait. Wait …you thought?”

He blushed ear to ear. “Ew…no, no way…Slade!”

Slade burst out laughing now, as if a changed man while he went to ruffle the kid’s hair, only to be batted off while undoing the cuffs to his slim legs. “You can pick up a butter knife just fine, boy. The food will be here soon. Promise. As for the bread, I’ll show you how to be a real home town hero. One thing…” The man lowered down as Dick coughed like a kitten. “What? Is…is there something on my face?”

“Not yet there isn’t.” Slade moved as a rolling tide to the bag with all of Dick’s newest belongings.  “I’ll make your little treat, if you wear this to dissuade any, spying eyes.”

He had pulled out the dress, complete with a dame apron and stocking –

“No. Fucking. Way.” Dick growled back, his good mood withering into the sheets with him. “I’m not moving, and you can’t tell me otherwise. If I’m not a part of your plan –

“TO BE.” Slade dimmed his eye over the boy’s dour look. “An omega, even for pretend, or any role you wish to play for this to work, you have to. No exceptions.” Slade shoved the dress on to the bed as he got up, took his coat with his belongings for a run out to market, and to gather his bit of information on any new changes on the street. Word was, a new police captain was causing a stir with her anti criminal act proposals. He didn’t think she’d mind if he took a stroll while it was getting dark out.

“Wear it. If it isn’t tight around the middle on you by the time I’m back, no bread, and you’ll receive a punishment. Per our agreement.”

“You’re the worst. I should have stayed with Bruce…he…you are not making any sense! Hey! Don’t walk away! I’m still talking –

“Omega don’t need to be heard. Only to look pretty for their alphas, pet.” Slade slammed the door as dick ran, cuffs only to his wrists as he tried to bang at the frame with them weighing down the loss of mass he’d gained in a whole week. To his knees, the steps stilled. “Slade….?”

The man's boot kicked the door, as Dick fell back. “Stop…you…you said this was for me, not…. you have to make sense….I’m…” The kid stood up and yelled it.

“I’M NOT YOUR OMEGA!!”

The door didn’t make a peep as did the kid, his breathing still as he listened.

He was all alone.

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Dick paced the floor, knowing the dress was still unworn. Too tight. Who could ….

Did….Dick peered at it from his side of the bed. “You took them, my fucking measur –

He saw the choker and remembered how it felt to not know what it was there for before Slade had literally torn him from his family. On his…his, behalf. Right? This was all Dick’s fault. “Bruce has to still be looking. He can’t, won’t give me up. I…” Dick pushed himself up onto the mattress and toyed with the ribbons on the pretty blue and white apron. The dress was a mini skirted piece if costume, yet it looked expensive. The trim was white with a touch of lace at the neck, but totally backless. The stocking were all white until he saw that they…

Shit. It came with garters. He cursed the pieces, the bow - cutesy devices to keep his socks up too. Yes, thigh high and cream colored as the apron’s hand stitched in a factory somewhere  - designs of two birds on a branch. Love birds, he swallowed. Mates for life. Dick touched his throat, moving his hand to the glands Slade had wrecked on a different set of sheets. He. Was.

Dick growled and tossed the costume on in seconds. It even came with delicate flats so he’d keep the socks clean. Ballerina tight. He moved like a person strapped to a cross, his grudge being how difficult it was not to bend over. Thankfully,  the bloomers were cut so that his ass only wore puffy shorts. God damn it was not right!

He tucked his apron to tie behind, then…then, he saw the other color it came with.

More.

Effing

Bows.

In white with a cat paw pendant in blue and gold on the center. Should he ever be buried from the asphyxiation of a piece of laundry, let it be known. He went on trying to escape the fact that he’d done this. Dick puffed a breath and locked the thing, complete with bells at the back of his neck…he turned redder as they tickled the gland purely by accident. With a whimper, it sat flat again. He just…

A mirror was important,  but impossible, so Dick avoided –

Wait….was that ?....

A head piece with lace, frills and more fucking bells.

He slapped his forehead and groaned. “I’m going to die from asphyxiation AND dehydration? Come on!” Stomping over to pick it up, he swung back over to the mirror, before…pausing.

Cute.

He touched his collar, only the head showed in that tiny mirror in the hall, but…he was…

Shaking his head frantically, looking a mess by now, he remembered that Beta had logical sense. He was technically by his birth certificate just that. To the common idiot, he was still himself. He nodded back at the image, giving it the finger as if it would bawl out to him in protest. “I’m doing this to stay alive. So, there.”

A soldier did not show that he could bleed. No matter what form if torture this was, it was just a dress and cute props. Just a way to keep him out of his element. “Bruce, will find me. I know he will.” Dick muttered as he headed off to raid the fridge fir the last of Slade’s ice and anything he could snag.

To his shock, he stepped back and saw things in there that would make a grown man shit his own pants in delight.

Dick slammed the fridge. “He went out…he lied to me! That…-

Turning, by the corner of his eye he saw a box. Next to the cardboard image on it. Of a loaf of bread. When…did…?

Dick scratched his skull, thinking he’d been dreaming. Yes. And Slade was Santa at his bedroom window with the tooth fairy. Taking turns, checking up on him. He stomped to the box and looked over the instructions. “A fat, ok. Milk we have. This is a sourdough. Oh. He thinks I’m new to baking. Huh?”

Dick snorted angrily to himself and tore through the cabinets as his ass hung out while he drove himself mad trying to hunt for a mixing bowl. He found it, though dusty, and a few other tools that he recalled, scones were made in a similar way. The bread had to bake and Slade had electric. This…he moped his face and without sleeves to roll, got to work on setting out the counter surface for his base of operations.

Was going to be messy, he could already tell.

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I went the loli trap route because Slade wants to mark Dick as his. It might even be his scent mixed in, who knows? Dick is still new to the process but not hungry for it yet. Slade actually did shop when he was kinked out and Slade made sure not to show the kid that he was there with a well stocked fridge and freezer. He also set out the bread mix but…was it there the entire time??

Hah! I love messing with the silly add ins. Any takers, post away or comment! Also, Dami is definitely taking his anger out on the others because he didn’t want Dick to go. As you saw, he was kind of the tsundere of our little pack. Dick is a bit shorter abd smaller than in the comics in this. More cartoon  - anime impression on him to wear an apron and a dress under that. The bloomers is because Slade isn’t after sex right now. He told Dick that the bite was to keep Wayne off his tail, pun.

So? Will this lifestyle make Dick question himself or will it be battle armor against what he’s trying to fight? Find out! Also, he forgot one thing…

This, is a trap. Not that kind! Slade had homework for him, but Dick chose to make bread. There…could be some consequences. Right?

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Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega

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Chapter 10: Is it Too Late to Change My Mind?

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It’s a kink, and Valentine is a real character in Nightwing. Enjoy!

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Slade knew that Blud had a more Manhattan style noir feeling when you were a cop here. In fact, a general number of cops there were cheerleaders for the bad guys. Slade slipped a slip envelope under the door of a hotel room; 103.

He checked his watch and tossed the only drink he’d need at the bar. The man he’d drunken with was lying off of a headache till next Thursday. Slade knew that this Renaldo Estrada (OC) had files on everyone in the precinct that Dick would be gearing up to and, not join. God forbid it if he just sauntered in with a name tag and a coffee mug that read “proud mutt.”

Slade snarkily chuckled at the image as he went to call a cab back to the safehouse. With the boy busting his bits over what to do with this golden moment, the man had remembered to play his own trick. A precariously placed box of soda bread mix was in relocated so that just maybe there was a choice involved.

Richard was after all a beta boy, right?

There was no way that he could be anything else, not certainly a home wrecking, clumsy, spiteful minded omega?

He had two options Slade had placed, and he was sure one would end up better than the first.

Dick was tasked in using his analytical side, the right side of his brain, while the house wife, the omega was lying in wait for him to slip up. To pull a loaf out of the oven while none of his drawings were as well performed as a perfect rounded half of a disc.

Slade imagined Dick sobbing over burning the roast, that he’d have a little tantrum when Slade was just outside the door in nearly ten minutes.

Bruce would put that brat to work forever, now that he was a target on everyone’s list as a self-proclaimed where to so many disloyal gothamites.

The butler might coax the kid to enjoy being the help, little Cinderella. A poor example of discipline,  until he’d finally decide to bear a litter and change his sex for good.

Slade wasn’t expecting that. Kids were an Alpha's calling less so than an Omega's referral desire to pounce on any potential mate.

Dick’s scent though, told Slade things. That even Wayne would not get unless his nose were covered in it. That odor, of his soulmate. The boy had a short supply of suitors, and now it had to be true.

He took the key and made sure the locks all activated. “I’m home…” Slade slipped in as he turned the knock slowly, hearing a whistled breathing while the boy must have let the dough set…the bowl was in the sink, shaking. About a half hour. Slade noticed that the preset oven was the on yet. Good. He saw the trail of flour, the timer set up to wake the boy, and in bed. He…

Slade held back an amused, low snort.

He’d changed. The clothing was now just the top, the black pants on as he didn’t feel fond of the dress, Slade guessed. He saw how it was crumpled up in a mound by the floor, so picking up each piece, stocking as well, the scent of exhausted boy in his heat on day two, showed that the kid was not just making cakes here. The notebook, the pages were all over the bed.

He was trying. Writing down ideas, notes too of his new alter ego and plans to gather a following.  The logo he stuck with, was similar to the Bat's but the center was of a blue hawk silhouette. The oval surrounding it was black as he had used both colors to show off. Slade plucked up the page and saw “undecided" under the mention of a name.

The kid chose to be a maker and wrecker. Slade put a hand out to the kid’s forehead.

Heat, and it needed to come down. Slade frowned, putting a few more blankets he had handy onto the shivering teen. Richard’s sweaty brow was normal, but his pants were thoroughly soaked through. Slade clicked his tongue and began to remove them, the kid allowing this as he lay in a stupor. A haze of whatever he was trying not to be.

The pants stripped for the wash; Slade took his time starting a quick load. He made sure to separate the delicate goodies that Grayson had tried to dump unceremoniously out of his eye onto the hardwood floor. The bread was setting in the fridge as Slade pulled it out to rise a bit, to undo the wait as he wanted to finish before the kid woke.

Into the oven, into the fire the mound of dough was set to. Bake it, break over a short discussion about making ideas happen. Dick had passed one test. The next, was not going to be so hidden from him. More in – your – face, seeing as the pieces were falling where they needed to be.

Slade let the bread go on fourty- odd what minutes before he tapped it. Hollow, done.

The plated item was left to cool as Slade checked on laundry that needed to either be strung or set to a low heat. He waited in the hall and saw the body on the bed stir. It moaned under the covers as Slade scented something, something thicker and sweat.

His bristled back stood erect with another piece to himself, Slade’s nose getting a waft of whatever Omega did to their alpha. It…

Biting his cheek, Slade left the room after clearing it, every crumb to keep him busy from the man’s own musk, also cooling with arousal that it wished to one day express to its mate. Soulmates, a red string was their prison guard as Dick’s legs shifted on his side under the heavy quilt. “Damn.” Slade took to what he had in the fridge and made a simple bite before pouring himself some milk.

The moan became softer, like a whisper in a virgin maiden’s glory. ( We are a woman and a Virginia so mind my tone here.) The boy turned onto his back, the item shifting as he kicked, to reveal his crotch, already the scent as heady as any might picture. The dress he wore his nothing from the one eyed soldier. 

Slade stuck to the wall, watching as the kid let his legs part while he slept. The papers all to the ground, the kid's knees jerked until his cock bobbed along in his boxers. The tip was fighting on staying a single lack of damp, yet it was entirely soaked as well. Dick was having a very good dream, and Slade…. was curious to know just how good it still was.  

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Bruce Wayne had to take to a disguise as he entered the precinct of the police station in Blud. This place was known to be a headquarters for crime, not against it according to the Gotham Gazette.

Then again, Blud's bad side had been published and written by highly prejudicial members of the city's sister news corporation that had agreed on the story originally. Blud had hope, it was just harder to keep to without one’s heroes in the shadows for that same sake of justice. There were none, not even a crossing guard as Bruce put all of his efforts into scenting out a disaster before it struck.

“James? The comish in Gotham is here, Luc!”

The man at the front station shouted back to his boss as the commissioner, an older Black American with a lackluster love of name calling, took to the steps and eyed Gordon. His nearly clean-shaven shadows and his tie were intact, but he looked worn out. He’d seen a lot; Gordon had told Bruce from the way here. Lucas Davidson was an honorary member in the group of those waiting to retire. Yet, he had answers and had always taken the hard way to find justice where crime ran rampant before them. (Oc time. Basing him from the guy from Happytime Murders because he'd be no push over.)

“Jim, to what do I owe the honor? You’re new recruit on board with us?” His brown eyes pointed directly at Wayne’s disguise, as if it had already been shattered by a senior former detective. “The fact you came all this way means you have a case those boys of yours clearly are having trouble over. You didn’t radio it in.”

“It’s a personal favor, actually.” Jim said. “We gotta talk, like back then, Lucas. It’s more than urgent enough to see an old former protector of our rights in this country.”

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They walked up to the rattled halls; getting stares from each and every person, while Bruce didn’t like that at all. And yet, he kept on top of not letting his cover be complete thrown out the window.

Once he’d gotten a hold of how many floors, rooms and staff were in the main area, the older comish had he and Jim slide over to seat themselves uncomfortably in two beat up chairs. Those chairs had probably seen the end of Nam or worse, Roosevelt’s sister.

“You got a request, so spill it.”

Bruce looked at Jim as he let down his hat and fake beard. “Not who I thought you’d be. Mr. Bruce Wayne. Here?”

Lucas looked at Jim who paused on what to say. “You know about the news on this man’s son, his ward. Dick Grayson. Been all any of the people every day are still gabbing on about. –

“I’m sorry for your loss at this time, truly. But Jim, Wayne, you know I can’t just take on a person cause without filing in on that to the big bosses.” Luc shook his head and put a hand to his face, running it down slowly as he thought, “Wayne came ta see if we had any leads, that about it –

“No. Not exactly. The Batman contacted me and said to look for him in this city, that he was traced here. The man who took him, a mercenary fir hire who’s not going to let my ward go even if I pay fir him to retire completely.”

“What he’s saying is the truth, Luc. Honest to God. That kid is like the prince taken from his tower and the Bat was nice enough to drop us a hint at all.”

“Why didn’t you just hire him, why want us for the job if you know how Blud operates?” Luc wondered. “It’s gotten worse out there, Gotham gangs come here to get their loot and take it back to other cities. Countries. We’re not gonna just bust every criminal until the people are afraid of the law. These gangs are more in hiding than out taking money from rich grammas.” Lic explained. “No rich grandmother would be caught dead living here if they wanted to. So, you see what I’m saying –

“Yes, that you’re going to retire this year after you’ve passed over your badge to someone willing to clean up this city again.”

Bruce’s detective skills had come in handy. Whether by a fat rumor he’d heard or the man's stricken face right in front of him until his shoulders slouched downwards, Luc let out a low groan. “The big men upstairs said its my time already. I had nothing to do with wanting to get out, I don’t even think I can find anyone as qualified as …”  He stopped. “She’s a real hardballer. A legend here. Miss. Valentine.” He nodded to Gordon, who wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Bruce could think of a few things though.

“How long as she been with you in this life of wok. Any noticeable traits? When are you slated to pull out? Luc….you attended that last session in March…” Jim frowned. “If we gotta know the new comish, lead the way. I wanna ask if she’s ever worked a missing person’s case like this one.”

“Multiple times. She’s almost Wayne’s age, actually. Like I said, her attitude is why I’m forced to go, and it’s better if I do.”

“Before you retire fir good, Lucas, did your men and women find anything off about the current week on the streets, any disputes that ended up too guarded to know much about?” Bruce asked the old comish. “I can’t say that I have, but you’re welcome when she gets to it ta get everyone’s number in this building and question them.”

“So, where are you and Shari’s, headed? Sunny weather on ahead? I’m sorry we didn’t-

“Laws are meant to be followed, Jim. But if I had a choice, I’d stay. I don’t anymore.” Luc sighed himself into his seat. “I’ve seen men be gutted like fish from the market by the docs, hooks attached where that sun don’t shine fkr them. We’ve stopped meta and human trafficking, including a recent bust on the city overturning Omega abortions which is criminal from the get go  I want this city to think about itself as a whole, but we got no Batman. No Flash and no less a confusion in this public office than the cells of Arkham have built in speakers.”

“We’ll see this Valentine. If sge has all of your information on any events in the last ten days or more.”

“Got that, and she should have a folder waiting.”

“Too bad we can’t drink to your golden years starting, Lucas. Next time I’ll buy a few glasses. You are going, what. When? Today?”

“Actually, good thing too.” Smirked the elder. “He’s a great detective still. Today after I ended my shift, my stiff was packed a day ahead. That’s why nothing would have come out that door. Already made the big boys upstairs thank me for my fucking fifteen years of excellent service to the community.”

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega

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Chapter 11: Go Getters

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Same as the song. Oh! Food kink, anyone?

Nightwing not in this yet, but will introduce another character from the comic.

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 He loved this time with them. Only, it was just him. That was before any word of what he wasn’t. When Bruce had all eyes on his smiling face, stuffed bright and syrupy with pancakes. It was the days after Zucco had been put away. The time his reception as Robin was a bit rocky, but still he was a natural! Bruce didn’t praise him with words, yet the pancakes he had were topped with syrup, a side of sausage and a bowl if berries as Dick proceeded to pluck up a blueberry and popped it between his lips.

He never saw how Alfred’s eyes looked away, or how the kid went after a fresh strawberry as he was offered another. And another went on to his plate, up until the bat spoke. “That’s enough sugar, Dick. Have some manners. You’re covered in juice.”

“Oh…I…wow, I am.”

Looking down he was afraid to question why he was wearing a dress like the one someone might have preferred. He didn’t think it was Bruce…and cream too was offered but…it went on him in a squirt. His nipples hardened as it felt colder. Was the cream fresh, he moaned. His llong tongue caught it while his body shivered all over, his clothing falling off of him, now at a different age. “Older…you, you want me, right?” He puffed and lips licked up a bit of cream. He was not himself. What-

He was not the kid Robin in this dream. He was not with Bruce, but a person was feeding him. They even had a collar placed round his neck, a black leash as he ended up on his knees, the dress dirty and his skin heated by what he was being offered this time. “Another strawberry? Does this one have cream on it?” He peered up with big blue eyes to seek out what that long cream dipped stick was, not a tube from a whipped cream canister. His fingers were still lacily gloved as he touched it. The scent was just like a piece of fruit from his breakfast, almost tapered up like a banana as Dick licked his lips, saliva dripping as it began to pool with other fluids he was liberally leaking out of his panties. “Alpha…you…you want me to…?” He slurped up his own spit as it bubbled to become useful in coating this strange banana.

“Go ahead. Be pleased for me. Pet.”

“Meow!” Dick now had cat ears and a tail as he nuzzled into this stiff gift as his lips went put to kiss it. “I’ll make you so happy! Feed me some cream now, alpha! Mm!”

The stick found his lips as it was dragged with his head like a saw. He didn’t know how to stop as something broke by his stomach, lower. A strange water flooded out, and out of it, a form of a dead child.

“You killed it.” The stranger's cock was pulled away as Dick coughed, he was being rejected?? This was only a dream! He wasn’t a bad omega…

He wasn’t-

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Slade saw the kid’s cock go flat again as it dropped. Something had killed the mood as he pulled off. “Never said I’d let him sleep all day in my bed.” Wiping his lower lip, Slade slid off of the bed, and in the time his back was to the kid, Dick woke with a flutter of his own bleary lashes.

“S….” Dick coughed and sat up, tugging his skull with a groan, before looking down to see the wet mess he’d made while in slumber land.

“Shit, shit! You didn’t-

“You’re in heat, little bird.” Slade went to check on the loaf as it cooled in the kitchen. “Jam or butter?”

“Huh? You, wait…you’re not mad?” Dick rubbed his eyes, the sticky cock in his way was a mocking thing as he shut his legs nervously to hide his gap from sight. “Why am I almost naked?”

“Your ruined your last pair, so I didn’t think you’d need them as much for tonight.” Slade fished for a bread knife in the drawer and then took to two China plates. “A snack, or would you rather have some fruit –

“No. Damn it, jam…” Sighed Dick, “Jam is fine, and butter. I don’t care.”

“Not very decisive. Can’t be good for your image later on.” Slade sawed through the first cut and checked the bread. All good. “How big.”

“Big enough. Not too big.”

“Better, somewhat.” Slade frowned and got to setting those two slices on separate plates. He took out some butter and a jar of his good preserves from an old friend. “We only have strawberry-

“Fine.” Dick saw the paper sheets he’d lost off the side of the bed and while doing so fir those, looked for his pants. Slade had also taken those. Shit. “I want to wear my clothes tonight.” Dick told the merc. “Where did you put my things.”

“YOURS.” Slade huffed and set down the knife by the sink. “I paid for you, and your life. It’s in writing.”

“It was forged.” Dick sniffed and looked to cover himself while he searched for the rest of the missing pages with his homework on it. “It doesn’t count. I’m just a very messy roommate.”

“Who sleeps in the bed of the person who’s claimed him.”

Dick bristled and held back his temper, even so. “I did what you wanted. Got hungry. You never told me you went out. We were stocked full. How long did you prepare this? You knew I’d be going here, wh…” He stopped. “Did you plan to take me here all along before Gotham??”

“Calm down." Slade turned with his two plates in either hand each. “Eat, rest. You are having your heat. A few more days left, then you can start to think without biting my head off.”

“Maybe I need this, to get angry at you for once.” Dick swiped up the plate as he was handed the jam slathered grain – the preserves being perfectly set atop a melt pat of butter.

“Try not to make crumbs this time.”

“I know you couldn’t keep off your promise.” The boy bit into his treat as Slade froze. “I felt wet, and at least it wasn’t you pissing on my head. You know? What is it being an Alpha? What’s it like? Do you feel so tough that a “wild child Omega” can’t just have her way? Are all Omega just like me…well! Come on, tell me why you did it!”

“I can sedate –

“Shut it.” Dick snipped, taking a fresh new bite as he tore off a decent chunk. The jam fell to his chin like fresh blood. Slade started to thrust by that look in the boy’s eyes. “Will you eat me up, big bad wolf? I’m right here, but you promised. You promised to keep your hands off. I’m not for sale.”

“We are in Blud, kid.” Slade chuckled, laughing a little louder as je ate the last of his slice with a smirk. “Gotham has that law to protect you, but Blud is a tyrant’s playground. If you were mounted by a wild and musk driven Alpha on these streets, nothing would solve your case. They’d put you under so much, that you’d have that cock living inside you for months after. Every day of your miserable life.”

“It’s why I’m here, isn’t it.” Dick’s hormones stopped raging as his eyes felt a tickle of tears drop down onto his leg. “You, want me to change the law. Make Omega have a safer way to get help. To start a revolution right here. In this city? Me?”

“I told you; you’ll be bigger than the bat one day. Because of me.”

“Because of you.” Dick snorted, “And does that have anything to do with why I’m dressing up like a blow-up maid?”

“Dick, didn’t you need to have some release at all?” Slade sat back to enjoy the expression the kid gave him. “You…. are….” Dick clawed over to pick up the papers of his hard work. In a dirty man’s fantasy, he wasn’t exactly asking to be seen. Heard, yes.

“I did what you asked. Or, demand.” The kid threw in. “What next. You have a plan to make me an “omega" hero, but once they find out –

“Who says you’ll say a thing until the game is afoot. You have time to ease into your skin. You’re just. Having a slow start, is all. After the heat, you won’t feel so unsure of yourself.”

“So, a heat makes me less intelligent than you, is that it?” Dick rolled his eyes and dropped back under the covers. “Still in post heat. Sleeping.”

“No.” Slade turned his head and tugged the blanket up, seeing the kid was still looking a bit pestered by the festering length between his legs. “Let me help you settle in. And change the damned sheets. Again.” The alpha offered.

“I’ll sleep in my own scent. Thanks.”

 Slade was given shade as Duck tugged the sheets back, the man rejected once more as the kid rested out of his recurring white wet fantasy. “I’m taking the sofa, and the bread.” Slade told the kid, his face hugging the pillow as Slade got up to wash two plates and to wipe that scowl off of his own face.

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Bruce drove on as the address they were handed still gave Jim the Willies. “Commissioner said to come here. A discovery bar? I was expecting-

Bruce pointed up to the floor above the bar. The bar being one that didn’t look so easy on the eyes. An Omega Den.

Slade had better keep his paws clean from witnesses. Bruce walked in with a push and a shower of lights in disco facets pinned him down as a deserter missile.

In the bar, it wasn’t just a bar. But a night club, as the bat and underdressed Gordon made their way through a rave scene from a separate decade into a new one.

It wasn’t goth, rock ‘n roll, yet scents were layered upside and down the catwalk.

“Hiya, boys!” Two women with large hair, slim legs and bikini tops shook themselves over Bruce's head as he kept waking. “Tall, dark and handsome….” The tallest of the two grinned. “Eat your heart out, boys… .…Whoo!”

Before Bruce could direct the woman to get herself off of him fir the massive piggy back ride, the other woman had a leash as a choking hazard item to Jim's throat. “Come with us.” The shorter one demanded, none opposing since there had to be reason why the bat was being hounded by Beta.

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Up the steps, past moaning corridors and first one night stand inside the bathroom, the stinking den was a cover up. Bruce saw that half of these cronies were armed in some way. He kept being tugged as Jim just followed the bat’s lead.

To a dark new door at the end of the hall, they let the men in first before leaving.  The women were former killers off the street and they were above in this pack setting. The fight over mates here was not that, but to cover and collect.

“So, you seem to be in the wrong place.”

The halo of blonde above the head of the one at his desk, and the only scented Alpha there. A dark-haired mate who stood up while the blonde man spoke teasingly –

“You came to my haven and have some questions. Word is good with the cops, we carry each other around. Like you coming to ask about a lost pet omega –

“Not a pet, and why are you in charge? Isn’t that against the law in Blud-

Jim was shut down as the dark-haired male spoke up. “Apollo and I are a team. This is his club, but I keep the peace for us both.”

“Shame on you. Gotham, right?” Apollo shook his head and stood, a hand to the dark-haired male's cheek, rather fond. “This is Midnighter, my partner. We are not exactly against putting ourselves above the law, yet the law herself has got to go. Some day.”

“Some? You’re running a real –

“You said word travels around the station to you. Are you the information broker that the commissioner said we should meet with.”

“HE was such a sweetheart! You saw him before he flew off to Boca? My gosh.” Grinned Apollo. “Nighty– Bee? Will you fill our guests in while I take care of a customer downstairs, please?”

Apollo was dressed in typical fashion of a diva. His eyes sparked controversy as MN didn’t put on a face or even wag his tail. Jim buttoned his yap and Bruce had enough self-control for the both of him. Apollo's angled hoops on his ears jangle in step with his heels, while MN was all dark eye liner, ear cuffs, bdsm collars and a fohawk. “I’ll be right here if you need me, babe.”

Waving back, Apollo slipped into the hall as the door shut. MN sat at the seat this time, big and quiet as the bat. “You’re Wayne. Aren’t you.”

“Lucky guess, cheap shot.” Jim snorted. “How can –

“Easy, James.” Bruce cut in, “A better question, why are you housing former assassins inside this nightclub.”

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Damian was done with PE. All he had to do was walk off and they allowed it due to the mourning process. His brother was a liar, yet his father was even more so. They had a natural attraction all along, and the thought of Dick whoring himself to everyone in the manor made Dami rush to the toilet stall. “Not this time, I’m not…”

“Lil D?”

Do jumped, his pants not even all the way down. His head was throbbed earlier than any record. “Lil, D? Is that you?”

Tim. Why was he here?? He was in middle school.

 Damn. Did Cass have the dirt?

“Dude, you sound like you choked on a squirrel when you’re in here. I know it’s you. Come on…”

Dami bit his lip, folding himself back into his school uniform pants and as he unlocked the stall door, his hands shook a little more.

“Dude? You’re…. that’s it.” Tim pulled out his cell as he let it ring. Dami was feeling weird…he hated this. Not even ten and miserable. “Yeah, he’s definitely…. Alf, you too…. okay. I’m off to the nurse. Thank you, Alfred.”

Dami blushed and hid his hands. He’d not been in there to do any sort of….it wasn’t-

“Dami, it’s fine.” Dami was dragged out coaxingly as the boy didn’t stare at the other. Tim kept walking, being the one who knew what had happened. “You started pretty early. Don’t worry, totally fine. I get that way too sometimes. Jason had a mean –

“I’m not like that, I’m not so unsightly.” Dami shoes the boy’s arm off. “I’ll go myself.”

“Why can’t I help?” Tim begged to know, stepping behind Dami as he stopped in mid speech. Clenching his jaw, he stomped further away, leaving Tim to use his brain and figure out why…. why?

He had no idea, but he was horrified by the result.

If anyone else had come in…

Dami ran off to the next hall where a classroom was around the corner. He ran by it, by the nurse’s until his eyes spied a guidance counselor with a cup of coffee in hand. They clashed, one falling back as the boy dropped onto his backside and groaned. “You ran in the halls. “The male guidance counselor had glasses on the brim of his nose and was not bald but getting there. Mr. Wong (borrowing from Gotham.) He had an eye for starting things off soft, but then, then he dragged you out to tell the whole truth. Dami was still dazed as he rubbed his eyes and was given an arm to take.

“Did something disturb you today, Damian, right? You’re the youngest Wayne at this academy.” He smiled back. Dami frowned and pulled the arm to get his grip, not denying he wanted a hand up. And away from this nosy wannabe doctor.

“You’re an Alpha, but alpha don’t roam the halls unless they’ve hit a bad place. Care to talk with me while I finish my reports for today?”

“Isn’t that highly unprofessional of you, siir?” Dami asked. “I’m a minor and you, you’re not even –

 “It’s alright. I’m still a school staff with plenty of background. And we should definitely cover some of what’s eating you, right?” Wong opened the door with smile again, that smile…

Somehow it reminded Dami of the first time he’d met Richard. That smile made the kid turn too red as he bobbed his head. “Fine! Only a few minutes….” He muttered while shuffling his feet. “I must get back to my own classes….”

“Perfect! I’ll let your teacher know that this was urgent. Come, sit and we’ll talk…”

Dami had the man’s hand to the small of his back, wondering where a cool feeling was coming from. Why his hair stood up as the last part, creeper him out, despite needing to talk about his home life some more.

“We’ll have you better in no time…no time at all.”

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So, Dr. Strange is going to “help" Dami when it might be a way to work on a new idea cooking after class…or…or, maybe he’s not such a great person. Slade is very wrong but the timing was yes, dick got sucked off by the wrong alpha. I said it. And Dick had neko mimi features in his dream. Bruce meets Midnighter and Apollo who own a nightclub with a hidden agenda. THE FUN NEVER STOPS. FIND OUT!

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Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega

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Chapter 12: Those Eyes Staring Back, are My Future Too

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Dick sat up the next morning after stealing the bed, no accidents, and looked over his logos and plans to take over Blud with good looks and his wasted charisma.

Her growled and frustrated, flopped onto his back with a whine at the plan. “I have to jump around the city in a cat suit? Red X was not good enough for that. Argh…”

He covered his face and let out a huffed exhale.

Slade was up, but in the shower at this time. He said once he was done, Dick needed to go in. The kid bit his lip and wondered what the plan for today actually was, though to question what this entire week had done, besides allowing him to sleep without getting nipped like before, then the surrealism of his time here didn’t make any sense whatsoever- Slade had to stop staying quiet. If they were going to work together, no more moments of silence for the both of them.

Besides that, Dick had hit a roadblock on his name.

“Finding inspiring names for a vigilante is one thing, but what? Hawks, Ravens, Crows and even Owls are taken.” He fought to think otherwise, that there was still a name. “I’m no houdini. I can’t disappear from this entirely…” He sighed and sat up. Day four of the heat made him gabby, he found yet functional. Slade was only right about days one through three – three being the wind down period of his emotions, which was why Slade had tried to milk the kid in….

Dick shook his head, ignoring how his member was being so, so good right now. Don’t ruin it, Dickie – bird…

He blinked. Bird…falcon, kite. Osprey…

Wing…

He got back to work on the suit’s design as the clutter of racer stripes, nomex and lycra constantly battled his annoyance to no tender moment of thought.

Slade used metal alloys and something called IKON tech to his Deathstroke attire via the bat's files. After his apprenticeship, Dick had been forced to train and come back to talk it out. A rest seeming a slap in the face to his team, yet he obliged. Back then, Bruce had funded the tower and had been a part of their initial startup. Now, they didn’t need the big heroes, only their own methods to make and break the status quo.

He'd come back, but not as a hero, yet a civilian. As the only non-powered teen on a team like that, neutrality meant a lot more than Dick gave it credit for.

Lime the time….

He stopped. The day of Blorthog might very then have possessed the eighteen-year-old as he cheered out, his voice going too high while Slade heard, the door unlocking as he sped out, not even in a towel despite the steam covering some of his parts.

“y – he – eh!! I got it! Nightwing-

He yelped, his distress ripping through by his glands as he shouted at Slade with the covers pulled over his head. Thankfully, the hard part was over so his member didn’t even Bob to say hello. It remained flaccid and weak while Slade’s, was something of halfway.

“AGH!! PUT ON SOME CLOTHES! SLADE!”

Slade huffed, storming back into the bathroom with a slammed of the door. Dick scented off of him some disappointment. Maybe he was expecting the kid to like what he saw, yet Dick wasn’t bred to be so weak minded. He grinned and hopped over to the dresser to find a pair of actual pants, instead…

He found a fucking, black cat suit.

A few seconds later while Dick identified the outfit, Slade cane out this time in his towel, chest bared with his chest to Dick’s back, hands to his shoulders as they looked up. The mirror above the dresser showed a well-rested soul, one beaming back as Dick swallowed, hoping he was wrong. “Here I thought you’d enjoy my teasing. Guess that will have to come another day. The suit will be changed, once you give me your book to skim through.”

“Night…. Nightwing.” Dick cleared his throat, ignoring the contact. “My future self. I want him to be me, I know it.” He clutched the fabric tightly, imagining claws where hands should have been. Wanting to start over. “That you shouldn’t change it. I saw my future, once. Starfire told me, that she met him there. When we were older. He worked alone, until she reunited us.”

“Well.” Slade pulled back with his hands folded over his chest. “It’s not every day that you meet your future person. I admit, it wasn’t my first to see alternate realities –

“I did, though! We stopped Warp, who’d traveled back from that time to the present to steal from the Jump City Museum!”

Slade hummed, his fingers clicking as he nodded to the kid, mask less. “I remember that article. You were completely unfazed by the events, yet it seemed you had to return home for a holiday of some kind.

“Blorthog.” Dick smiled to his reflection. “There was a Tamaranean belief that fighting on that day at all, would drive the people you cared for apart. The Rekmas, she called it.”

“A very bleak appeal for such a sunshine filled titan. Yet her past was not always a mystery to you. Was it?”

“We dated, but…”

“You’re not her type.”

Dick fell silent on that last sentence. “I’ll show you the images. Nightwing, regardless, is who I choose.”

Slade admitted, the level off conviction the kid brought out was admirable. “Fine. The logo was mainly based on the Bat's? Bird themed as a hawk, though –

“Falcon.” Dick corrected. “They are some of the city's swiftest birds. Hawks don’t like sky scrapers.”

“Or being poisoned. Whatever. At least you’re not a Rock Dove or a rat.” Slade shrugged going to the same dresser to pull out a fitted shirt. The other drawer had pants. Jeans, and those couldn’t dare suit the man at his age. What age was he? The serum made him appear premature white haired and close to the age he’d been changed in his thirties, yet he was not scarred or blown to bits enough times to tell it time had been unkind.

“The suit is for tonight. I’m going to have you change into something casual, but you’ll hate me either way.”

“Why?” Dick blinked at the man.

“Remember how I told you, that you’d be posing as a different “type” to get the public on your side…” The man went into a third drawer, and there in all its uninterrupted glory, were the costumes that had the kid jumping miserably to the bed again.

“You…you’re not serious! I’m not dressing up in drag! An omega-

“To disguise, to get a whiff of this city from her perspective. You need a new name, but as a civilian as well. Pick. The clock is ticking.”

“Ah…Am, Sam…. Di…Rachel ….no! I …. can’t I be Jane….or…”

He began to panic on this. Not knowing that the hormones would blow him red as a cherry top, Slade expect a damn match.

“Want me to do it for you?”

“No, I…I got this….” Grey…. Grey!”

He snapped his fingers. “It’s ambitious, ambiguous, bit doesn’t stir an attack.” Dick breathed. “Grey.” He nodded. “That’s who I’ll pose as.”

Slade did himself the honors of pulling out from the room to rummage in the bathroom below the sink. “Come here.” He called to Dick as he hopped up, gingerly expecting to not be tackled in the process. “I thought about it. You’re going to be a sore thumb out if Gotham with your appearance. Wigs won’t work, so you’ll be doing it a favor. And me.” In his hands, was hair dye.

Dick saw the chocolate brunette appearance of a perfectly coifed male's mane and positively gagged. “You…. tell me you didn’t want to be my personal stylist then too?”

“Guilty.” Grinned the elder male. “I’m a pro at this. I even have green contacts to complete the picture.”

Noticing that Slade really wasn’t joking, the picture on the box held the same striking, green and hazel eyes. He was forging an image, by becoming a model, but shorter.

“None of this makes me feel any more secure. If you damage my locks –

“We’ll use as little toner as we need.” Slade reassured. “Seeing you howling in pain is no way to start my day.”

Dick frowned at that line. “Don’t know if I agree with you there.” He snorted back, giving in. “Anyone I know in Gotham loves it when I get to sing. Front and center, for my ex-partner.”

“I’m not that willing to say you shouldn’t have try to belt out a couple of notes.” Slade ushered the kid to sit onto the toilet seat as he got prepped to change everything his mother had given him. For a little bit too long.

“Relax. I dye my own hair during missions. I once went full black and thought it was overkill. But, never missed a strand of white.”

“If I don’t look like me, call me Rick.” Dick snorted and shut his eyes softly, the white scent of bleach making his nose tickle. “With pleasure, only because it sounded to me more like what Grey, wasn’t.”

Slade got to work, one hour in as he took up a mirror to parts that he wanted a certain way. Richard was not supposed to be this fun to toy with, yet who could blame the man. He’d bitten and trapped an innocent into a contract that he couldn’t possibly wind his way out of. And soon, maybe a few months from now…

Slade let the last lucky chocolate lock fall into place over the kid's gland. It looked a lot better, yet that was only on the surface. Below, Dick would say it. That they were not meant to be away. If Dick’s future was promised to this Nightwing, then Slade had heard something very interesting. 

~ He worked alone, until she reunited us. ~

That meant, he was never going to see “that" exact future. Alone? Not in this universe as Slade twisted a lock to let it fall.

“Hum?”  Dick cracked open an eye, letting it go up to see why Slade was being so quiet. That meant he was obviously planning something.

“Almost.” Slade chuckled back as the kid shut his eye once more. Suspicious activity, averted. “You look fantastic, better than your old self.”

Dick turned to the man as he suddenly didn’t realize it, but the hair. Those eyes…

He resembled Slade’s oldest sin, who had died long before after being killed. Right in front of his father.

“Slade?”

The man knew it. Subconsciously, damn. He’d picked Addie…. he pulled in an inhale sharply as Dick blinked back, frowning. Pouting as she had.

“Slade? What’s wrong? Did you mess up?”

He looked like family, and that just felt so wrong. His hand wasn’t steady enough. The mirror could shatter in his hands. The image of perfection was frightening, especially what he’d chosen to forget.

~ I might even become like a father to you. ~

They were far past that point of return.  

He’d done more than mess up, he'd officially transitioned Dick into his soulmate's replacement.

 In face, yet never in body.

“No.” Slade said with less conviction. “No, you, you look…perfect.”

Lying did no good. He’d find out soon enough. Even if the bat and Richard denied it, Dick was destined to spend the rest of his heats in the man’s home.

“Just, perfect.”

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Slade, I’d say is pushing that crazy envelope a bit far. It’s faux – cest  at this point. Dick now replaces his son for training, and his wife for…you see the image here? And what will happen when Nightwing starts to put the pieces together that he's being groomed to get on his knees for a man smitten to death with him since day one? Alphas are eww, I’m a Beta by my quiz so neutral party here!

Poor Dick, if he ever gets a happy ending in any of my stories, you’ll be the first to know! Find out if Grey can decide if Blud is right for them. Noted, them, they pronouns will be used because Grey is technically an alias and not changing genders. They are changing orientation though. Yet Slade will try to flip the bar with she and he. He’s not very creative.

Like non binary, Dick will be something like Rui in Gatchaman Crowds. They/ she/them and he or she will be used. When Dick is with Slade unless in drag later, then it varies but as a hero? Mostly, he. You’ll see. I have a fraternal twin who is non binary and was trans or attempted but didn’t, so yeah.

They are an active member of the community since early middle school and even came out in Parent magazine because they had connections back then. Wow. Anyway, coming to this understanding, anything at all to ask on Alphas, they are bi mostly or gay  straight but normally bi.

Slade first saw Dick at sixteen or so when he was present and after that, nada because he had to mull over it. Alphas never give up the chase, yet Dick is part beta and even more so uninterested until Slade puts on the pressure. He promised to be good, so how long before the big bad wolf gets hungry again?

Find out!!

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega

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Chapter 13: Lucky Night Lights -  Leave Me in the Dark

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As does it propose, 13 used to mean in its rite, being magical numbers as they go – that anything would occur. So, Dick might seek the same in October. Will see!

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Slade searched over the scans of Dick’s costume alterations he had drawn out. He recalled enough from detail he claimed; having seen himself in Starfire's plight to return her friends to normal, and it was very sleek. Fitting for a high-flying daredevil of the night to wear less reds.

Or…

A smile enveloped the thought as Slade pointed to the changes and made his full disclosure, spoken openly, “No. The blue isn’t fitting for the image. Try another color. The name is fine.” He paused, Dick’s hair still being turned chocolate as he waited for Slade to be straight with him. The contacts were on the dresser. Those would be after step one was completed. “Also, Grey and what will be the surname to your identity?” Slade tapped a finger to the notepad. “I’d recommend something other than Wilson or Grayson. Not Johns-

“Patterson.” Dick cleared his throat, rubbing at his arm unconsciously to self sooth. “It’s as plain as you can get, but it phonetically fits to me.”

“You had better not get called out on it.” Slade paused, “I can double check to be sure there is no misstep in a second Grey wearing your skin. Doppelgangers are a mess to deal with-

“Don’t kill anyone. That’s my problem.” Dick exclaimed. “I’ll, modify it. It’s fine.”

“Back to the suit then.” Slade ended that conversation. “The suit should blend but not that I can’t locate you on a rooftop. See the that.”

“No orange, we can’t deny you would-

Dick bit his lip. “I, mean…he’d know.” Dick scratched his arm, nervously. Slade grunted his approval; the bat could, abd as much as it hurt to say, he did want to see Dick in black and orange at some point other than with a kick go the mask.

“You can choose either the closest, red, navy blue which you have something more Robin…egg, blue.” He coughed, seeing the boy roll his eyes, “Or even white which would feel off. Silver, maybe?”

“Already taken.”

Dick was really putting the ball in his court today, Slade huffed.

“Fine. Red or blue, no yellows. Too natural to being stopped by the cops. Oh.” Slade snapped his fingers as he leaned down to stare this kid up, “What do you say to a mask for it? One that I can design with my resources, like the bat's so it can have us communicate as we need to.”

“In, the mask. He has his comms for his cowl, I guess…”

“As a Titan you thought it wasn’t a very idea you were ready for. The comm units you had were unique, but it’s time to grow out of that fad. Not until you’re a cop. You’d be at the academy right after passing, a few months while ready your arsenal and tools in my spare time.”

“You took time off, for this.” Dick swallowed. “I mean, your dedication is well, kind of expectant at this point…I can’t back out, nor should it. But…”

“Always with your indecisive behavior, lately.” Slade sighed. “Tell me, did the big bat spook you long enough to be so mellow like this? I’ve seen less fire in the time its taken to get you to hold a damned pen.”

“I’m rusty, ok?” Dick snipped. “I, was mentally burned out, because of the kids. Mostly.”

“Surprised Wayne never came out and said he wanted to bitch y –

Dick got up, the chair falling over as Slade watched the boy go into the kitchen. “Dick, what are you doing.”

“Getting something to do, because this conversation is over.” The kid shrugged. That…felt like an unnatural response.

“You’re not...” Slade got up, Dick slamming open the fridge as the glass inside rattled up a storm.

 “Hungry? I’ll cook.” He said it without passion, as if in and out of shock. Dick’s face was emotionless and stern as he picked up a jar of minced garlic and a ton of stir fry veggies of Slade’s pairing action. He found the wok, a little thing that had been left and transported from overseas at an outdoor market in Huangdao. It was no leisure trip. The Triads were involved and a very meaningful bunch of individuals before trade was further established under a different president. Dick was maybe just Robin. Not yet a Titan back then. Grant was in school, not having his father.

Slade got up, his steps working their magic in stealth as Dick only focused on what he was after. To end today, to not think about what Bruce really thought of his physiology.

~ Alphas of a certain distinction can be attracted to family, yet this should be discouraged since inbreeding is highly illegal under the laws we hold true to. This also avoids deteriorating bloodlines and medical complications for the Omega mother. If a child is effectively adopted for reasons of status or privilege by their alpha guardian, chances are that those later changes for the Omega are set in stone since the first time under their rites being established by the overlooking party. Adoptees must cherish and nurture the omega way of growth, or if they intend to wed and make their official presence realized under law, this should also be verified once the omega has consented and come of age. ~

Dick held the cleaver as a hand softly blocked out his daylight. The man’s breath touched at his ear, a whisper there. “I’ll do it. Please, just sit and relax for now.”

Dick bit his lip and looked about ready to cry. “Why did this have to be a problem, Slade…” He let go of the blade, not an anger as an Alpha, or the deep thoughts alone of a Beta, but the tears that only came from a soft and giving, Omega.

“I don’t want to give that up, that freedom. I’m not even close, my course is…it’s not easy to stop him from wanting to…-

“Wayne won’t have you.” Slade smiled into his cheek as Dick shuddered at the contact. The man pulled back slowly, letting the pseudo – beta hybrid collect himself. “Is, how long is the heat, now? Is it over…?”

“Two more days, little bird.” Slade answered softly. “Then, your tears won’t have to hold you back. I never intended that at least, not yet.”

“Yet?”

Slade went to the stove and let it set, dropping oil and spices as he tempered and seasoned the favorable wok. “Yes, because you need one more thing in this case to give your new life a purpose. A goal, not the academy. Not even myself, but…”

He added in more ingredients, watching the wok hay do as it could to perfectly align on the spot. There was a range for gas here as well as electric. A marvel that was possibly controversial.

“But…tell me! What am I missing besides a suit, a job…a –

“A, rival.” Slade did a small flip of the foods as Richard’s eyes watched; his breath caught in time.

 Just as the last, flip.

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Jason only sat back as he watched Bruce in the cave, his mind and body on standby. The others were trying to mentally battle Damian after his rut  had sent him home with were underwear.

“He’s too young.”

“He’s stressed out.” Jason snorted. “Kid lost his brother to a whacked out love drunk mercenary. You think he’d bust a nut on purpose?”

“Jason, please.” Babs was there too. Her eyes on the bat as he didn’t try to hide it. That this was her real reason for dumping the boy wonder. Affair challenged, yet Jason saw right through them. She didn’t even tell her folks, and their relationship was so air tight that Dick shut his brain off to even care anymore.

She needed an alpha in her life, Dick was none of that. Or beta, anymore.

“Gonna fawn over my boss like that, princess? You know, I bet Gordon is really hoping you’ll make it back, without pushing past –

“JASON.” She yipped his way. “We’re thinking, unlike you “

“FUCK YOU –

“OUT.” Bruce growled. “Both of you.”

“Wait, I didn’t-

“Barbara. Jason won’t end this, and I don’t want to have you both at each other’s throat when my work, Dick’s keeper is still at large. If you can’t cooperate like adults, then you won’t be on this case.”

Jason sneered at Babs as she froze, her fists held tightly at her side. “I won’t. Dick…I owe home to stay, so please.” Sge unexpectedly softened her face as Jason was unable to retort. That sge had dumped Dick all that time to be with his dad? That Jason shouldn’t bare his gmfangs at the both of them?

“Fuck it, you two. I’m out.” He conceded without staring at all, just waving himself out, not wanting to show how a real alpha took out the trash.

Dick, was used and hurt more than one time. He knew, because right now, he and Kori…

He went up the steps as the elevator remained unused. The new system still getting some maintenance since Cassandra had gotten curious to see how many buttons one could press in tandem.

That was no picnic for Alfred. That day, Dick had been called down from his own study break to co pilot the mistake.  And the time after, Alfred had Dick help him sweep up the wood from the dining room project that Tim was constructing since his room was too small for a full sized catapult.

Or when Stephanie reenacted Dick's chandelier jump.

That was the time it really wound Dick down, to stay in the manor if anything ever became of his kids.

That’s right.

Jason stomped away, assuming no funny business was still going on between Babs and her mentor. She’d been forced to break it off after an incident where the Joker was after her for dirt on their kiss upon rooftops. That was sweet up, and Jim Gordon was saved back then, Dick had been with the Titans when he’d found out about Babs. (She won’t get shot in this until later. Promise.) Joker had even thrown around that revenge card once or twice. He wasn’t done, that was less than a few months to a year. The clown was stewing at Arkham since, not trying to get out. Jason was back from Bruce’s bravery, and once again Dick as a Titan had bitten his lip apart when he saw the kid. (In this, Jason is saved and lives but it becomes clear that his frustrations are due to the trauma once he’s healed up thanks to Bruce. No resurrection. We are doing the blue ray alternative ending of death in the family here because it rocks.)

Dock had blamed himself for going off to fight a psycho in Japan with his friends. And that Slade had sent his robot servant to spy on Beastboy while Tara lived out her life like a normal teen.

Tara Markov, the apprenticeship.

Stopping, Jason remembered Dick’s file when Tim decided to hack for both their sakes. That was before Cassandra and Duke, before Damian.

Stephanie swore she would go by the biggest secret she’d never speak to a soul, yet everyone found out and Bruce was yelled at by his eldest child. Bruce had known about Deathstroke, the probes, because the Titans had filled in blanks that he’d refused to, immediately he’d been carted off to the manor to heal and went back to Cali early on good behavior.

It was punishment for crossing the line too far, for becoming the man he’d swore to keep in confinement elsewhere. By Lady Justice, there was no such bargain, Jason sighed.

Only death, but Deathstroke…

He opened the door to the clock and stepped out of it. Dick was sleeping with the enemy, and now he couldn’t get free on his own.

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Jason decided on not getting in the way, yet the youngest bat wasn’t satisfied with their answers. He needed more leads to go by than just rumors, yet Gotham was built on falsehoods and threats from psychological trauma. Those in danger of losing their voices, turned into either vigilantes or the bad guys…or, the in-between.

Slipping by the cracks of subtle moonlight as he could, Damian landed with a soft crouch by one gargoyle decorated building. Atop it, was a woman of both cunning and mind over matter. She got as sge wanted, found out things that none other could, and had a knack for being the quickest escape artist in the world over.

Her powers cane from an accidental testing cosmetic when she needed the cash after losing her position at a big firm – now bankrupted by the one in charge of its findings.

As it went, she knew how to get even. In and out, without a sound.

“Cat, come out. I need you to stay out of those shadows a while.”

She lanky moved like one, like a dark curtain as her hips maintained a strong sway which was toned to be, less proactive around budding alphas she wasn’t asking to mate.

Selina Kyle, despite all if it, was an Omega. She wasn’t his mother, who was pure Alpha, yet in his mind she could have been a little less fire and pop behind those half lips. Her lip unfurled as she finally said her part.

“Mind your manners, kid. Where us the big boss, tonight? Isn’t this after your curfew time?”

“It’s for a time sensitive matter that requires your intel. I know you are not without the knowledge of a certain hero’s disappear-

“Shh.” She motioned a finger to her lips quickly. “Not here.” Her whip tail might have bobbed as she turned, to beckon. Or, to warn him of others wanting the same information from those dark shadowy corners under the moon light.

“We’ll talk more, follow.”

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, Yet Never an Omega

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Chapter 14: Rooftop Waltz – Hushed Voices

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She dazzled most men swathed in black, but tonight the grey in-between led another young bat boy astray. Not far behind, the fledgling boy wonder caught up; his insatiable need of knowing he was right, driving him along those lines. The ones that blurred, made him feel bad under the city's very beacon.

Under the Batman’s hand, should it come crashing down would interrupt their flow. Selina had the boy strung at her hip as he never left her words at the last drop down to another, and another fire escape.

“Old Gotham, then where are you taking us?”

He said to her from a glaring distance. She did not speak as he followed. Playing games as a cat would towards their friend, a dog of man’s company. Thankfully, this kitty was a cat person.

The notorious feline pulled Damian into her world as she slipped down to find a window on the east side of Gotham. On through it, Damian used caution, until a room lamp went on to break his concentration. In the room was one other woman. She wore a coat for a doctor…but, her skin was bleached. He nearly fell back as Selina caught the boy.

"Easy. Bruce is well aware we’re working together. Pam? Mind yourself around the boy. He’s already begun to sense danger in other ways.”

“OTHER.” Dami snapped and pulled from her gloved grip. One alpha, maybe a beta and an omega. Quinn. Isley was…. something of an anchor as she held onto Harleen's shoulder with a tender squeeze of it.

“We know some things. The guy who took your brother is a nut job, but he’s really doin’ more for himself. Bruce had some intel out and back to Gotham. Said he’s with Gordo another night in Bludhaven.”

“Haven.” Dami swallowed. “He’s come no closer in finding the one responsible…”

“Blud’s a tough crowd.” Sighed Harleen as she scratched her blonde dyed hair and waited for Ivy to hand her the clipboard she felt like cosplaying with. “We know a bit too much, thanks to being s part of the birds of prey.”

She explained to the boy wonder. “What about Gordon's kid?” “De facto , well…. she is out of the group on a mild hiatus, toots.” Harleen told the child. “She got taken doing the nasty with –

“CHILDREN, HARLEY.”

“I am aware of one selling their body for top secret, withheld information. My mother was no accepting to this topic.” Damian said coolly to Selina to calm her thoughts a bit. She huffed a sigh, eyes rolling behind her mask. “Fine. They did, it…and Richard was rejected. The second blow was –

“Was what, he is. Why he can’t decide to come back or…won’t.” Ivy frowned. “Why? The videos the monster…”

Dami stopped, Harleen clearing her throat as she pulled up her pen to look over her notes. “Well, actually. You drove um off. There is such a thing as a false positive possibility of Dickie being…not one but two kinds of type. Ah, sit for this. Come on.” “HE was born a beta, however…Todd said he smelled, Omega on my brother. How can that be??”

“He’s a hybrid type. Exhibiting the traits of either, and my only worry…your daddy thinks he’s gonna think it’s not a good thing. If this guy is a real prince goddamn charming…”

“Richard wants to come home.”

“He wanted to become something he couldn’t. He’d otherwise be tossed out of any office that would have him. Any school. His very culture is built around being something he wasn’t prepared for, and…as Harley said.”

Selina bit her lip. “That soul mate instinct might be what’s driving us away.” “Magic is a falsehood. That sort is only a way to “manifest" one’s ideal. I won’t consider it. Father cannot believe in this reason, it’s not valid!”

“Soulmates DO exist.” Ivy pulled back her collar of her suit as Damian saw it. A ripple that could have been a scar, a wing. It was… Harleen moved her hands to do the same and exposed part of her breast.

“See? Not all folklore, kiddo.” Damian shut his eyes, turning for the window. “Father took away his freedom, yet this life allowed that! This ranking, it’s….”

“WRONG.” Selina sighed. “It was built up by Alphas in power. That is why, whatever that person who has him now….they are a very strong minded and even more so, dangerous Alpha. From what we know, they don’t have any identity or address up. The Bat is on his perch, standing guard outside of his city.”

“Blud is lawless. We should be there, helping.”

“Kiddo…” Harleen pouted sympathetically to the child. “Your daddy has us to work around his schedule. Gordo too. It’s gonna be fine! You’ll see. I’m great with wearing masks. As a vigilante, well knock um dead!”

“I’m not worried about that. I know you will defend this city beside my family. I am worried about…how much can be done with so little Intel. I…I could have this all done in much quicker a time. I should be at his side, his Robin. For now…”

“We won’t let the big bat down.” Smiled Selina with a Cheshire grin. “You’ll see. It will all work out in its own time.”

“Bed time, Damian?” Ivy made the boy blush by the question. “This patrol was shorter than most. So, I suppose it must be then.”

“Leave that trip to me, ladies.”

“Night birds, right. Currently on watch for any late owls – Ivy threw a palm over Harley's lips. They didn’t need to spill on that topic. The bat would tan all four of their hides upon his return. “Have a safe trip!” Pam nervously grinned back, waving as Dami and his midnight baby sitter took themselves all the way back to the outside of Wayne’s block.

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She landed with the grace of a dancer onto the road; the gates as large as Selina could picture looking in…

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? Alfred is there.” She stated, seeing the child pause as he huddled inside his hooded cloak for warmth.

“Selina…well, if father is at any time delayed…as this home's true heir and man of the house…would you, think not, to join us? For just one night, I suppose. So, I won’t have my siblings –

“Ah.” She chuckled softly and warm as his own mother might have. “I’d be honored if you’d have to take advantage of my time. Cats only have nine lives, yet I can spare a dozen more to see this happen. I hope, he returns as well.”

She smiled before moving quietly away from those gates. “Tell Alfred if I do, to save that tart recipe we both loved so much. I can’t seem to replicate it if I’d tried.”

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(So, they used to be together but Selina wasn’t ok with Bruce acting as cold as he is to her because of her type. She is actually a Beta, which made it awkward when he had a fling with Barbara. Selina broke it off on good terms, yet not until later and she still cares for the family like one of their own caretakers. She was very close with Dick and Jason, Tim has his skepticism around her, yet this is to be expected. Damian sees good in her through his father’s memories of the woman, now that she gave up crime in this to act as a bird of prey. I’m going with it. In some way, she wishes Bruce would tell her than he cares, not because of her societal role, yet through their passions instead to do better.)

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Dick got his suit on order from all the parts Slade had provided in his own vision. The thing wasn’t bulky and he was worried about how the fabric would hug him too well. Like a glove, it felt as if grooming wasn’t too farfetched.

“This is the suit to your interview.” Slade pulled out a fresh and dry-cleaning bag that towered up as he held it. “I think you’ll pass the interview process. You already took into consideration your grade point average. That mouth should be some example to your brand new character. Nightwing, correct?”

“Only after I’m in. You just have to play the fool here.” Dick muttered as he looked over his new I.D card. “Ryan O’Hara…” He recited, the card in hand. “Hair color; brown. Eye color, green. Height; five foot five. Nice.”

“You didn’t even know that your measure had changed?” “Bruce discouraged us wasting time once we had what we needed. The next physical….” Dick trailed off.

“Moving on.”

“Agreed. To the Nightwing suit and its, additional supports.”

“Right.” Dick wanted a distraction just as badly as Slade wanted to head out on their first real patrol. They’d need to boost the kid up in his new suits – both. As a cop applying and of course, as for the test…

“I’d be a beta. They don’t need me, right?”

“Wrong. You’d be an omega, filing papers. I can get you in faster if you let me work as I normally can with their kind.”

“Police, the corrupt ones only.” Dick grunted. “How many know you, since…” He didn’t continue as Slade spoke.

“Those that knew before coming here. Yes. They have connections inside the building and to force that information off to them, it would secure our stay. My secrecy is under another alias. They don’t know who I really am.”

“You…double crossed, some double crossers.”

“That I did, like you’re doing by hiding FROM the law, THROUGH me.” Slade smirked, making Dick duck his head from the other man.

“As an…Omega, you’ve got a plan, right?”

“A third identity, fourth.” Slade rubbed his chin, the words flowing naturally by. “You need to be Nightwing, but at the same time, not Dick Grayson or even Ryan. Someone else has to take his face.”

“You…want me to hold down a….” Dick blinked.

“You want him to reveal his identity. Slade, that’s-

“Incredibly forward for a hero, but you won’t be one of them.” He tutted, lying the suit onto the bed as Dick reached out to catch onto it.

“No, no. You will have to catch their eye, becoming their real hero. A super star under the mask. You won’t have anyone you know, you won’t even have a real face to give away. And should anyone try to step on our plans to mold you into a beacon, for starters.”

Slade’s eye narrowed as it did when he made threats, a threat towards any that would mug, sock or drill the kid under his watch. Dick was his catch. His problem to see to.

"I know you’ll be after me on those late night struts, but please. Don’t be so….you know, like yourself-

“I thought about that. You’re right, though.”

Slade tapped a finger to his arm as he went to see what the little bird had planned for his down time today.

“I had earlier out, decided on a stand - in. You’ll meet on him on time though; if I let you two go at it, you may make me jealous to not be in his position.”

Dick’s hairs rose as he turned to back into Slade’s bulk. The man was right there, caging him. Standing as a guard to the prince in his tower. “I…what do you mean by, “go at it? We’re just setting a scene. You’re the one who should be worried you’ll be caught by Nightwing.”

“Maybe I should.”

Slade backed off and picked up his phone. “Maybe, you’d like to hear just what they want from you, little vigilante.”

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Dingy, dark. The light never touched this place where pigeons hovered. Parties never cease, drugs and booze scented the clouds. A shadow hung back to watch the bonfires as he set up his arm, a ring setting off a distraction as he sighed. Picking at his arm to open the connection, the face of his employer with a mask to share, graced the anti hero's nightmares once more.

“On a job, D.” 

~This won’t be long. Midnighter? Meet, Grayson. You’ll be standing in for his first duel in the city. We had that discussion about, your arrangement.~

“I know, the stuff you promised would happen. I want immunity. If they catch me, pin it on some other bad guy.”

~ What? You both can’t be serious! That’s not even possible. Who are you? I’m supposed to take you down, and I won’t stand it if this goes –

~ Careful, partner. You would not want to lose a valuable asset to our plans. He’s building an identity. There are no heroes with his….qualifications.~

Slade said, the anti hero grumbling over the arm as the bonfires below had vanished. Night was over, he grunted.

“So? We tussle, cops come. Press comes. He gets credit, I get away. Phantom thief 1 – 0 -1.”

~ He’d be forging your security and my silence would continue to keep the gears moving within Blud's precinct. Town hall could lavish him with privilege, while we work. And, none if this gets out. Gotham included.~

“Ya’ said it, already.” Shrugged MN as he got bored and pulled out a cig from his pack. “So, what’s the time we got this to go down? The kid has training? Can he face a few flash grenades? Does he know what I do?”

~ We’ll make it a challenge.~

MN nodded, a grin to his cheeky face that only showed his mouth, an upturned smirk.

“Goodie. Bring him out here. We can test the mettle on your partner. Kay, DS?” Slade nodded, before the screen went to fade to black.

“Awesome. I have some stamina left.” MN stretched as he searched the rooftop. His cig between his lips as he puffed it out, a cloud over what was left of the view. Just a few rats and a baby crying from the window below. Scarce. MN took off, hoping he did have as much energy to school this wannabe imposter.

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“Why did you do all if that? It wasn’t necessary “ Dick frowned to the adult.

“I could meet now-

“That’s the point. So. Then, go. Get dressed.”

Slade tossed the Nightwing suit at the teen, his eyes staring down at this newest enigma.

“Do I use Grayson to greet him?”

“That is up to what you think would be better. I did that because as Grayson when none if the press are around, you can freely speak and use names you’ll both recognize. I would not recommend doing so during a fight, or in a location with too many cameras.”

“So, because we’re only meeting now. It’s like a bad deal. A contract. I’m not a criminal.”

“Batman sees his Selina, you should have the same rights. Like with me.”

Dick thought about it, Selina cared for Bruce because of their history, yet feared that he was too caught up in pleasing others to keep his status. She hated and loved him at the same time, yet…it was upsetting to them both.

Slade cared to use Dick in some way. He could and would. Dick was using Slade to keep Bruce from doing anything drastic that would send him to the nuthouse or to be castrated. Dick wanted to be a Beta.

Technically, he still was, yet why did he ask or ever consider wanting to be a useless omega? Was Slade trying to have him break that ceiling by pretending? If so, it could work.

He’d be someone else. Get attention and do real work. He’d…be better than Bruce Wayne and throw aside of the prejudices of Beta and Omega laws to fix them for good. Maybe, to change the world. “You’re thinking too big, too far along. Patience.”

Slade said it with the demeanor he had during Richard’s apprenticeship. That brought goosebumps to the situation far too quickly as he pulled open the bathroom door and shoved the man out to wait. Taking his head to peer back, top off and only his shoulder lightly bared pink and tan, the teen huffed.

“No, you need to learn boundaries. I’m not a kid, not yours anyway. Patience, Slade. Like you said.”

That look in Slade’s eye to him, left a great big grin as soon as he shut it in Slade’s face. He knew there was only respect, but that were partners. It went both ways now. He wasn’t teaching Dick, he was housing him, building a new him. Granted ideas of a future without? He’d pass on waking up to a snoring alpha while stuck in a choke - hold before six a.m.

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So, Dick is meeting his very newest enemy and ally, Midnighter. Slade set them up as Midnighter will be his stand in so Slade cam get a better picture of the fame he’s expecting Dick to earn by donning the costume, and then? We’ll see where this goes.

To clarify:

Damian: Alpha

Selina: Omega ( she got rescued a lot in the series.)

Pam: Beta

Harley: Omega

Dick : Borderline Beta with Omega traits

Slade: Alpha

Bruce: Alpha

Midnighter: Alpha ( reason for this, don’t look into it.)

Stephanie: Omega

Tim: Beta

Jason: Alpha

Duke: Omega

Cassandra: Alpha ( I have to change it , memory a bit off from first intro.)

Babs: Omega

Starfire: Alpha

Cyborg: Alpha

Raven: Omega

Alfred: Beta

Garfield: Omega

Talia: Alpha

Kate: Beta

Terra: Omega ( not in this post ref)

AND MORE TO COME.

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, but Never an Omega 

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Chapter 15: Grayson; At Large

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He had time, too little as MN shoved himself to where the meeting was gonna be held. Two silhouetted figures under the night lights shone back as one was standing militaristically with a pose demanding attention from his two other allies atop that roof. 

One, being this kid, this Grayson in a big grey hoodie, hands in his pockets and street style pants. The kid’s baggie clothing though didn’t defend himself from seeming short. He was just a teenager, or maybe that’s what was expected of him to wear such an emotionally destructive piece of cloth over his face and body. 

Dark suited them, yet the mask the military man wore was orange to one side, dark on the other. Unreadable, save for his tone of voice making MN's hairs stand right  up. 

“That the kid you wanna introduce ta me?” 

“He is.” Slade’s expression was prideful, in control as he stepped to raise a hand to the other, “This boy will be the one to break the Batman.  Eventually, he’ll be allowed to face the other bats. By next season, or even earlier for us both… This place will have a new underworld boss, but it will be his call on that notion if we should stay or cover our tracks.” 

Dick froze, knowing it could be all a lie. Still, did he mean it? Hurt, Bruce? 

“What is the thing with the dark knight? You really hated him the – 

Slade glared at MN as the man rubbed his neck, shutting up. “Right, sorry. You lost like ten kids cause of the Titans.” 

The boy’s ears pricked. MN raised his head, until Slade spoke up again. “They could never defeat me. They drove me out while I was in parts, never whole.” Slade deadpanned a bit. So, it did hurt his pride, even now? Or, was this all just an act? 

“Even turned down facing – 

“Out with it. Are you in?” Slade snapped, his eye looking to the punk with a similar appeal to the very first dark knight's uniform. Wayne had been up on these rooftops since teen hood. He knew, it was a lucky guess that the prototype suit had any buyers since. Even stolen. (Doing for that the old suit from Gotham series is similar to Midnighter’s look. Slade is poking at that. Personally, because he hates losing.) 

“The pay is still – 

“Twenty grand up front and to complete the month as followed, fifty with a total…” 

Dick’s eyes bulged as MN snorted in surprise. “You, I like you! Hey, kiddo! We’re gonna be mortal enemies? What do I call you- 

“Nightwing.” The teen answered, gravelly. “I’m Nightwing when the suit is done. I have to get ready. Sir?” 

“My partner is adjusting. We aren’t finished unpacking yet.” 

“Where ya listed? Maybe we could – 

“Best to stand our guard. I know where you frequent. So, keep it at that?” 

MN tensed. “You, aren’t supposed – 

“Do you want the money? I could look for other anti-heroes with better qualities- 

“NO.” MN jumped down the merc's throat. “I got this. I can get even with the bat too, right? As soon as we trick his sorry ass back to Gotham.” 

“Sounds like a great idea, don’t you think so? Grayson?” 

“Sure.” Dick shrugged, turning to look at the air and trying to block out what he WAS agreeing to. Keeping Bruce out so he could pay some crook to make him look better. Better than Batman or the Titans. Slade was staging everything, and so…

What chance did Dick have to leave his new faker alpha and run away back to Wayne at this point?? He had to use the test of what he had and make Slade get the rest if what he wanted. He wanted Omega and Beta to be safe on those streets. He wanted justice, but…was it for him. Or…

Was he just going to face the music later, an even bigger con than the men who were trapping him into the scheme?” 

“Grayson, huh. Nightwing. Pleasure doing business.” MN zipped off and going himself out of the way of sirens. Maybe an earlier shot fired as Slade explained when they’d gotten in to change that night, why MN needed to be watched closely. 

“He knew who I was.” Dick took a comb through his hair as Slade adjusted a blanket out by the sofa “He can’t talk, or he’ll lose what he was after.

 “Unless…” 

“What?” Slade’s head had the same reaction time as a Sheppard dog’s. 

“Nothing, just. How could he know, I wanted to guess…” 

“Maybe it was right, then. To not give so little away. Bring the bat closer. Make him work on his apologies.” Slade patted down the seat as Dick took the bed. Sheets washed, the fabric no longer stinking if alpha and pseudo- mega combined. 

“No more heat for a few weeks. Hurrah….” Dick yawned, pulling up the comforters as he slipped under in his long sleep pants and a tee. “Night…” 

The man didn’t need to say much. Dick was opening up his trust, keeping an eye open for a break in his clause here, while Slade stayed up and scanned his tablet on any news of bat sightings. 

Eye wide, his narrowed on a headline by the Blud Sentinel Times. (Made up.) 

“My, my. Was I right to ask him anything…” The monster grinned as he saw Wayne’s headline half an hour ago. Posted up, the CEO was out of the area and would need his privacy for a business trip. 

A trip to Haven. 

Slade smirked, letting the silence aim to put him in a mellow mood, while Dick took to whistling out his nose. A melody he could certainly get used to in due time. 

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Bruce drove, flew and cane to the point of madness as, James Gordon pulled up to grip two coffees in hand. “This is turning into a man hunt, Bruce.” Just face was tired, it always was. Right now, Babs was probably owing up his cell so it had to go on silent the entire day. 

A whole week in a shot hotel, the doors opening and closing on their case. “He’s here, I know it.” Bruce needed a shave. He needed Alfred’s tea and a place to put his feet up. Most of all, he wanted his old family back in Gotham, where they needed to be. 

“Richard will have realized it, but we have less and less time to do much but wait. Slade is expecting to showcase him in…” 

The phone buzzed away as Jim looked at the caller ID.

“Ignore – 

“Pick it up.” Bruce’s eyes looked on the road, cowl off and his human face masked through a clouded degree of fatigue. “Jim.” 

“Right.” Jim picked up the line, a voice they knew coming through a crystal as silver bells in winter. 

~ HI, again. You needed the info, so I’m not going to stay here long for it to drop. I saw the kid. Grayson. He didn’t need to lie about it. ~ 

“Where?” 

~ Met up on a rough side, so they have to be in a safe house someplace close by. I doubt Slade said anything to throw off a scent. Also, the kid…he and I were explained a plan, to take you out. And, this kid being, Nightwing. ~ 

“Night...who the hell is that?” 

“Dick’s persona in the future. Starfire of the Titans told him about meeting Nightwing. He was working solo, and I caught wind in his recorded entry when he was still with the Titans then… that he’d one day take up the moniker.” Bruce examined to the cop. 

“She’s gone to the future?” Jim coughed. 

“Slade is going to get far too much information than he needs.” Bruce finished. 

~ WHOA. More than I need, but I need something from you actually…Slade, Deathstroke. He knows where I hide in this city. He’d kill Apollo if I can’t get to em in time. I want to have you, since I’m sticking my neck out, to hire up protection for my man.  ~ 

The two, cop and vigilant looked at one another, before digging their teeth back into the question. “It will take some time to find anyone willing to do the same. I can do my part, though. Unless, you can’t find him. Find, Grayson before then…” 

~ The big fight won’t be at night. ~ 

Bruce squinted at the phone. “Are you sure?” 

MN nodded. ~ DS even said it. He’s gonna introduce that kid as Bludhaven’s very first official omega gone solo, their hero. In broad daylight. And me? I’m the guy he’s gonna have hit the wall to make Grayson look pretty up on that stage. ~ 

“And you agreed to it?? That’s a criminal- 

“We wanted to get closer to that vigilante. Jim. Wilson is doing everything he can to put Dock in the spotlight to cause some upheaval in the city. Maybe to – 

“Get into public, into mayoral…office??” Jim gasped. 

~ I'd not limit the thought, so that’s why I can’t lose this. Plus, DS paid me almost eighty grand – 

“I’ll double it, if you can get more dirt in the process. Can you.” 

~ With that glib talk, I will bat for even the guys that stink the loudest. ~ Grinned MN.

 ~ Deal, Mr. Wayne. ~ 

“See to it you won’t get caught before their first dress rehearsal." Snorted Jim as the screen went to black. 

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It ticked. It made his skin prickle to run a razor up the sides. His hair in a tail as he ignored the flapping breeze by the window, Slade was there and watching outside. Signaling his employed nightmare to come as called…only a few minutes remaining. 

“This thing…where is the zipper?” Dick looked at the stupid suit and cursed when hew saw just what was…

Back…in the back. No. Uh – uh. 

“Slade….you said it was- 

“Wait.” Slade put down the cell and walked over to his pouty prince. “The zipper here, has a feature. I want to show it to you. So, put it on.” 

“What features…?” 

Dick’s eyes narrowed as Slade’s eye did the same. “Suit. We don’t have time for- 

“Explain. I deserve to know what you’re shoving me into. Partner.” 

Oh, that…

That …

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Dick yelled as his arm was wrenched into the bathroom, the door shut as Slade blocked it. “Twenty more minutes. Get dressed.” He stood over Dick as the boy scrambled with Slade holding his new suit. The emblem was dark as the mighty bird of prey he’d be staging himself as. Dick scanned the outfit over, then Slade’s unwavering glower as Dick put his head down, sighing  “Hand it to me. I’ll figure it out. You’ll tell me.” 

“I’ll even show you.” Dick froze. “Is it going to give you more control over me?” 

“No one will get touch you.” Replied the mercenary. “Not unless you know the sequence to turn off the field. 

Shock. Field. Oh, like the escribe they had designed together. Dick gritted his teeth. Growling as he shoved one leg into the suit, the zipper on his back as seamless and hidden as Slade’s one true resolve. “It fits just as I thought it would. Just lay off of the cake, hero.” Smiled the mad man, giving Dick a tap on his side like some wild horse. 

“Fuck.” Dick snarled and ripped his ass away from his possessor. “Are you going dressed like….a tourist?” 

“Incognito. Midnighter will have my job.” Slade pulled out a dark set of shades as he posed and walked for the door. “The mask is in your duffle. You know what roof to put it on, right. We are going to be in a crowded downtown area by the station.” 

“My eyes are on getting this off the ground first. Will anyone bite at the idea of an Omega even being President?” Snorted the former boy wonder. The brown duffle was tossed over his shoulder as they headed for the fire escape. “Would it kill for you to be a little more enthusiastic? Grayson is broody as hell. When you do come out of the walk in closet, kid, you’d better not make a fool of yourself on Good Night America.” 

“Sure thing, and I’ll be roasted by Jamie O, by then, too.” Snickered the kid. His eyes really on wondering if Bruce would be there, watching his every move. 

Right. That…was a lot left to picture. 

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Damian didn’t want to wait as Selina drove across state lines to see the big appeal going on. She’d not gotten permission. They heard the news as if this were a gentleman thief stealing from a big museum the most priceless of artist’s expressions brought to light. 

He didn’t want to see Richard getting into any real trouble. If that info was true, then Tim shouldn’t have rubbed it in. Jason was dropping by fir his own working interrogation….Bruce needed to stop going that extra mile. 

He was getting into the business of a killer, and killers like Slade, like Zucco and Two Face and Joker? They got mad enough to cut you up. 

And the person’s loved ones. 

Dick had to watch his ass. 

Jason was not going to put om those shades, Damian ay least knew how to be decent. More so than his Alpha big brother…

Or, his father who only had eyes for the enemy. 

“Kid, sorry back down. We just passed through the state line.” 

“We have gotten that far, Kyle?” Dami sat up as Selina swatted him a glare through her mirrors. “Bruce can’t know you’re here, so don’t try to be spotted. Stay when I tell you. Run if you are and don’t stop. Got the unit in your pocket?” 

“Perfectly charged, thank you.” Dami nodded, patting his side as he buttoned up his jacket. “There will be much to see. I mostly know very little Bludhaven through the stories the newscaster spin. I wonder if it truly is worse than father’s city.” 

“Our, city.” Selina said. “Bruce would share you sentiment if he could. He won’t. Just wouldn’t benefit. This place, it’s a road block to any good doers so this IS A big deal. If Dick is really going to show up in all his red breasted glory – 

“Not as himself.” Grumbled the kid. “As a traitor being led to walk free.” 

“False praise. I know. Hold on, then.” 

She turned up to the freeway as a large track of a highway had Damian hoping that they’d get to their pack before the curtain rose. Before Grayson became more myth than man. 

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Midnighter looked out at the air he’d be tossing a rather suitable grab at. The men in their work suits, children coming to school and running from standardized testing day. The police all around, checking for trouble. Clucking his tongue, the gun was one way to get this scene lively. The click of the barrel. The timing and one eye shut behind a darker cowl…

TWANG.

Went the shot, right into the side of what looked to be a fire hydrant. 

Score. 

Ducking, MN knew he wasn’t here to kill. Just to perform for cash. A real low way to tussle and hustle. 

~ Whoa! Did you see!~ 

~ Where did that- 

~ Get in the house, Annie!~ 

~ We’re gonna call a reporter at this rate. More crazies showing up…get a team up there!~ 

Having similar enhanced abilities cane in handy as darkness enveloped below. The shroud turned heads as screams rang out. Right down the street, one bat could smell smoke before another fire broke out above his head. 

He dove to stop the debris from hitting Jim. The man throwing himself to the ground as Bruce nodded to the cop. “Time, what do we have.” 

“Almost. That was a warning shot that went ballistic.” Grunted Jim. “Get to the roof. I’ll find a place ta watch without losing my head.” 

“Will do. Be safe, Jim.” 

The two parted as Batman looked up. It was him, the one planning to bring his ward out of the shadows. Likely, to later backstab the bat if Slade was in that crowd. Crowd – 

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Slade sat on a bench and sipped coffee, watching his little bird fluff his feathers and death defying this would be  he’d have a lot of fun giving the kid back his post as star aerialist. Without the bat, he’d make this kid everything he’d claimed and more, only to spit on Wayne’s pride for holding them back. 

If ever there were reason to let go of his, fascination, as a soul mate? Never. Not yet. Not until Dick did the worst possible thing imaginable. However, Slade was smitten, and he doubted that boy could tear his claws out any deeper. Waiting,  he saw a swath of black and froze, staring before dropping the cup in to a bolt for the nearest alleyway. 

Batman. Bad, bad timing! 

Perfect, perfect…if only Grayson would remember his lines. 

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Cut this off because….they are on a chase! If Dick flies solo, that’s it. There is no going back to what he wasn’t. Find out!! 

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega
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Chapter 16: Here Comes the Boom Crew
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Corny title, but Grayson is pretending to clown around while fighting a “new" rehearsed bad guy. Take it or…read on?

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“Hey! Look up there!!” Pointing fingers and rabid camera crews by the tens had that rising star on their number for the evening news.

Even whomever it was the new vigilante in blue and black was chasing. His worn costume looked almost cosplay worthy, though Batman core at best.

“He’s from Gotham, look! He’s using –

Birds. They were hawk shaped instead of Robin’s signature appeal. Like Nightwing, the disks set off after the leaping meta, MN not letting up as he sent an explosive act with his grape while Dick stages along. Swinging and grinning, the crowds were waving and hooting for the new guy to get his perp.

Bruce and Jason –

Bruce turned on his heel to see that Jason was already donning Red Hood's moniker and jumping into the fray. “Jason!” Storming after his son, Jim Gordon watched from a spot not too far from Slade; the man monitoring as a civilian while Dick took to using bolos to tie up MN and swing him back over in a stunning trap. Dick clung to the netting work like a lizard with its tail curling, he gave a cocky grin before having them loop back around. MN twisted himself as the faker didn’t need to play so far into the role.

While the REAL MN from earlier had swapped with the lookalike android, a camera crew interrupted Red Hood from pushing his luck. He ducked back and swept off the side, unseen.

Dick had stopped whatever was throwing grenades around like it was a blick party in the desert. The crowds were agitated as the copter abd the crews all pulled the dumb big brother to follow.

He …he didn’t run.

Slade smirked and kept moving to find his little scapegoat. MN was back in his civilian identity while Night would be on the Bludhaven Tonight Show in a few short hours for a spectacular interview.

Bruce was intent on seeing how that went from the crowd of a live audience, as he purchased tickets in advance to have a front row seat.

Guest Appearance.

Grayson, r –

“Hah, just so you all know. I didn’t just save you today. I’m making it official. Your new vigilante if you’ll have me; I’m a bit of a performer and heck. I won’t lie. An Omega. So, don’t think you can’t do anything cause of a brand. See you tonight at eleven, Katie!”

He blew a kiss to a news caster back in Gotham that Bruce had actually taken into his bed.

Right below, Slade withheld a chuckle, his eyes on the boy in black and blue who's suit was still at the dry cleaners.

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Dick swept through the door to his shared living space with a cheery grin, enamored by the process as he hummed his way up the steps without the costume. Being brunette with green eyes, Slade started to wonder.

What else could he change about THAT approach…

“I….feel so great right now; Katie wants me on her talk show, and Bill Newton wanted an interview tonight so what….do...you want me to –

“You’ll go, but not as the man in the mask. This is something you’re not yo fight me on.”

Dick did a head tilt as he shut the door behind him. “I’m your manager,” Slade explained, “I have a disguise that no one will take seriously. You on the other hand, will remain the mysterious boy wonder that appeared from out of nowhere; there are no records of your face, name or birth and to that end.”

Slade went to the closet to pull out a pair of slacks and an over jacket. All black for now, the top was white and closer to a fall mock turtleneck.

“Do I have to get a “Jobs" makeover?” Snorted the kid as he flipped over to the couch and made himself at home, displaying his entire interest with a body that called to want.

Alpha right now. Slade dipped his eyes as Dick frowned up at the man. "Um, you mind?"

Slade, was patient. More than Wayne might care to admit, or his children.

Who knew how loving they’d be if the laws were reversed.
“So? You’re going to wear a disguise…what about your eye? Fake, are you really too tall to not be spotted by anyone in the watchtower. Come on. How is –

“I did tell you, have every faith in your al –

Dick’s eye jolted up.

Slade did the same as by the fire escape, had the escaped MN come to see all the fuss. “Nice to see you all both like, sunshine and rainbows.” He chuckled with the air of a presentable rogue at Slade’s ear.

That salty bastard in him couldn’t have…

Slade tried to move to the suit pieces, to express no desire to push their guest back out of that window. His glands rubbed it the wrong was as that playfully pressed wonder child didn’t realize why MN was here.

What he was shamelessly doing.

“We’ll need you to leave, It’s nearly time to go to our next appointment.”

“Huh.” MN knew the kid was underage but that was why the Bat needed an insider. Had his suit looked any less imposing though, there would be no reason to question what had just happened out in that big shopping district. “Sure, you…need space. But quick one, Slade? The kid doesn’t need a, bodyguard number two? He’s gonna have eyes all over with what –

“I’LL keep that number on speed dial.” Slade huffed. Dick looked up at the males, quizzically. “Why are you two…ok, fine.” Dick threw up his hands and went with the suit to shut the door to the bathroom.

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The click was rather bold as Slade stared down the little puppy dog of a killer.

“What is this about? Exposing him as a normie AND an omega on a live broadcast?? Are you –

“I have a plan and a promise. Wayne can’t touch us while in this city, and if a scene breaks out.” Slade didn’t bat an eye as he said it, while Dick may have rolled his in the background.

“I can go too, ya know.” MN pushed for a big fat yes, seeing his chance as being a big fat, maybe. “You get that I have ta be sure I’m not getting less'a your end of his gain; I’m looped in as it is. The robot – me, will rot in a cell until they figure it out? That the plan?”

“It may.” Slade wouldn’t reveal that it would disintegrate – only before leaving a message and gathering one more player.

“What about, the other guy. The one you… have to watch for? Sionas and –

“I’ll have to ask later if you’d stay to push back the fires. There will be a lot of those.” Slade cleared his throat, then walked over to the dresser and checked his drawer with a box housing a special glass eye. Made by his associates back in Starling, Slade simply held it shut within his palm. MN tonight over as he tapped his boot and thought of simply going, not trying to pry at what Slade was dropping.

“At least let me watch the kid’s back tonight.”

“I can see you’ve become invested, but do tell me…why?” Slade turned to the other fighter.

MN bit down into his lip. “Money. Time.” He scratched his face, not really trying to give much away; albeit what he was really expecting Slade to go out on a limb to suspect.
“I gotta see this deal through.” It was a lie, and his heart steadied. A lie that would save a couple of lives was worth the sacrifice.

His Apollo’s safety, too.

“Who would you say is your soulmate, Midnighter? Or, could I call you by your name."

MN stiffened. A, purr?

“We are so very similar in wanting to protect this new vigilante from his father and the press.” Slade made his way over as silent as a silken thread one spider might weave to pace itself, hopping here nor there. MN walked backwards and stilled his chest a minute more.

Slade’s pupil seemed to mock his own cowled ones, making it seem less the advantage of an Alpha, more by a widow spider's slinking suspicious nature.

A killer, tasked with sinking its teeth into his cowled throat.

“My name…your boy might know it.” MN chuckled. “Or. The bat –

“Stalling on me? Well, then I guess I should start.” Slade paced back with his legs drawn apart. “I do expect the bat to be in that crowd.”

Slade said with an upturned lip, most a sneer and a grin in one lifetime. “I’ll work him to the top. Grayson won’t stop until he’s untouchable as the first Omega hero to Bludhaven. That is my promise for the boy pretending to keep his big mouth shut."

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Foreshadowing enough for you?? Find out.

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega
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Chapter 17: Can’t Hold Me Down

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~ That is my promise for the boy pretending to keep his big mouth shut.~

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It was a damn good thing Grayson hadn’t heard that as MN was clenching his fists, waiting on something to add along his parting stare.

“DEATHSTROKE. YOU…” He was this close to decking the man as Dick unfortunately for them both and their near Alpha idiocy, peeped his head out with a frown over the fact that they were out of something in the toiletries cabinet.

“I'll see that it is done. Would you, please?” Slade turned to the other assassin as he stuttered a reply at the two faces sicko and the kid.

“Why d- d- do I have t –

“Slade has to take me to the studio. If you don’t have time, it’s right down the street.”

Dick was expectant as much as Slade was willing to guilt them both on who would be the messenger. “If I’m just as quick, maybe –

“No. Seeing you out there and Bruce being mobile in our city?”

Our…

MN's stomach soured at the thought. Slade didn’t belong here, Grayson didn’t know why he was actually chosen to be a burning star in the man’s eye. He wanted to break code so badly and say the truth!

“Fine, your…highness.” Snorted MN with a change of heart, for now. “As you decree. So it shall be.” MN leaped to the window as he disappeared down the fire escape, Dick left to wonder why he’d looked so skittish.

“Pay him no heed. He’s…adjusting, slowly.” Slade shrugged with an air of superiority hidden over the minor win. By the time his little messenger rat got back to the apartment, they’d have already left the building.

“Slade, ah…look. This is a start to my career. Right? You won’t go any further with this? And I’m still in college. I have one more year to go until –

“You’d better succeed in one if the two, Grayson.” Slade turned to stare at the boy, keeping him pinned before Grayson evaded the gaze to nod, and to finish what he was doing. His shirt still unbuttoned and his pants the only thing that mattered.

Slade realized with a click of the door, the hair gel the kid used was all that assassin had been carted outside to buy.

What if, he didn’t need it?

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A few minutes and the room was ghastly dark. MN cussed as he flipped to the window and so far, saw it bolted. No one inside. He looked to see if any cameras or drones were in range and blocked any signals before swapping his outfit in a poorly lit space by the train station stalls, and to there, he contacted his other seasoned detective.

“Wayne, you’ve got yourself a real shitty situation-

~ Well on it. Tim is in the process of gathering the live feed. I’m still waiting to hear around the backstage access panel. ~

He had enough money to meet the real deal as Dick Grayson didn’t greet him but a man in a suit. The other was under his Nightwing outfit as Bruce saw the technology that went into hiding the slim fitting everything.

Someone with blonde hair and narrow rimmed glasses stood on with a clipboard as Bruce froze. He was tall, hiding his army framed muscle while somehow, he didn't appear to carry a similar tune. Completely blending, which had Bruce to wonder....

“On in ten, are you ready for the big time, hero?”

Bruce stood by to watch as one pat on the back made his own hackles raise exponentially.

~ Wayne, stay calm. I got sick of it too. I told you about his little scheme. That man is going to puppeteer your kid into office if we don’t-

Bruce stormed over before returning to his cover as a simple fan of the new vigilante's flamboyant rebellion. “Oh, wow…incredible tech went into that design? Do you have a supplier, by the way?”

Dick turned his masked eyes up, not before the clip board wearing con man stepped between them. “Nightwing is not authorized to answer any questions at this time. You’ll have to wait on the audience floor, like everyone else.”

Slade masked his smug expression as well as his voice being high in pitch. The worst thing about an ex-spy for Team 7, was that he knew how to rock those spectacles.

“Ah, of course. I had an extra back stage pass and couldn’t help the fact that this is so sudden.” He pulled out a card, just one with a film that he’d designed a month ago to track someone via their fingerprint signature through a ring he was wearing. The data went to that, bingo. They had a way to stay alerted of who was going onto that stage.

“I might even be able to get you into the interview faster with Katie Holmes.” He pulled Wilson's wrist as he then let it linger, the words a breath off of his tongue as the manager looked slightly spooked for only a second.

“Won’t be necessary. That was put into place just after he valiant rescue of the city. You underestimate the new norm, Alpha, sir “

Wayne pulled back as the card was left to his grip. “Come, we’ll be on in five. Thanks to this minor distraction.”

Divk looked over his shoulder as he was corralled out by the looming and possessive prick in his backside ( yes, innuendo. Bruce is flipping out here.)

That suit was far too well designed, as if a second skin that would swallow him in the limelight, never able to come off without Slade’s full permission.

Heated was his flesh as Wayne didn’t want to imagine if they had….but they had, as he saw two things by the rings reading. Hormone levels being slightly elevated, and the endorphin rush this was giving the alpha.

Wayne clung to a hope in himself that…that Slade wouldn’t act as foolishness as he did on a contract. He wouldn’t, since Deathstroke wasn’t a reckless killer.

He was always very, very precise in all he acquired to accomplish.

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The music played on a walk as Nightwing came out to clapping hands, waving ones as they women fell head over heels for him without knowing that he was wearing blockers.

“Soo, the big bad vigilante in our town!” The host grinned as a crocodile while Grayson might have appeared bashful on cue. “Heh…I know, right? First thing, I have to get a pass in my courses online. Then, this is my calling. Great to be here, everyone!”

Tim waited with his mind never faltering. He took down every quirk, slip of the tongue and stammer. None cane.
The boy up there had to be a fearless actor to pull this off.
“Oh, he’s going for his education? What’s the major, wanna share anything with the class?”

“Haha, believe me. I would, but one part of my life is going to stay private. Not too easy on the grade point average. Made Honor roll last time. But enough about that. What else did you wanna know? Shoot. I'm all ears.”

The bat's ears perked up.

Slade’s as well. That. Wasn’t on the script he’d written.

What was the brat planning?

“Alright. Why don’t we have the fans act it out, eh? This is your chance to anybody in the audience tonight.”

“Mr. Wing , is it? Do you live in this city currently?”

“I can disclose only a part of that question; I have a place I hang onto for vigilante purposes, but I’m for the city. I don’t really have a roost at the moment.”

“Nightwing, holy….wow, so…do you have any crushes, besides Katie Holmes.” The crowded giggled a bit as Dick grinned wkth a rehearsed blush. “Not at the moment, but I’m really the hardest out of all the JLA to pin down. They can even tell you. We just don’t have much of a back story.”

That, was going too far as Bruce raised his hand.

Tim beat him to it.

“Nightwing, your next goal after keeping the city safe…is that your only goal so far for Bludhaven?”

“For now, and it’s not like I won’t be a part of the crowd. I assure everyone here that my intention is only to be sure you have a hallmark super hero since the city won't be able to afford one of the JLA.”

Why…was he throwing shade at them? Tim nodded, the next being a dark-haired woman with a tanned skin ton and a Hispanic accent. “Yes, the rose in crime in Blud; would you ever be appointed a partner in your career?”
“It all depends on their skill level and dedication, but we’re just setting up shop. No promises.”

“Ah, one last question…you stated in your last appearance and you are going to be this city's first Omega hero.”

She had Bruce look, while Grayson at this point did something as bold as he said he might.

Slade breathed through his nose. “Come on, don’t chicken out.” He murmured as Dick pulled off his mask, seeing as the glue was never placed on him in the dressing room.

“I’m certainly hoping that it doesn’t change a thing between us. Blud will be in better hands because im5going to make the statement myself; we have super heroes who are pushed back because of societies efforts, and I’m willing to help set the bar straight. If I can be up here today, completely bared to you.”

The boy had green eyes as his dark brunette hair had Bruce bristle when he saw Slade’s fakes eyes stuck. Glued from the corner of the stage.

Bruce squinted again.

Slade….Wilson…

His eyes bordered on shock as he pulled through the crowd as the crowd all hollered for the new hero. The new eventually established threat without knowing who he resembled.

But a walking, Grant Wilson.

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“You didn’t give up your name. Just a face?”

Slade slipped in behind Dick as the kid undid his tie and flopped into bed like a rolling log.

“You looked amazing up there, little bird.”

Dick cracked open an eye as he rolled over and attempted to slip towards the dresser for a change of sleep clothes. “Midterms is coming up soon. This was something I…had to consider, if he was there.”

Slade chuckled softly as the bird scooped up its things and went to shower, shit and change for bed.

Slade, would get to MN's ear by morning. He had not enough to do as he pulled out his cell to find a voicemail on it. Narrowing at the tick mark over his untraceable device, Slade retreated to the kitchen as he listened to what came through it.

~ I know your secret, and I’ll tell everyone if we can’t meet. Face to face. Dick Grayson.~

It was a woman. Slade noticed the tone as she sounded very close to the curious cat in that audience. The Latina with questions to spare, not wanting to share his bird.
So …this could, be a small problem if no one stopped in to do something. Slade sighed and thought. Seeing to negotiate this deal himself might leave Richard exposed if he underestimated their enemy. Maybe, a potential aid in this city.

He needed to know more.

Now, now…Slade had some work coming in to track down that demanding voice.

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Chapter Text

Alpha Beta, But Never an Omega
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Chapter 18: Kiss, Don’t Tell – Aye, Aye, Captain!
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Dick’s body was electric as he woke to the sun finally hitting his face with a big cheesy grin. He thought he would be the first up. His calendar was marked with a big fat “X" that today, he was going to join his boys and women in blue.

“It had been the end of his term, and they’d be evaluated and trained according to what was in store for the cop of Bludhaven. Haven's hero by night, by day?

It was ultra cliché, yet detectives pulled it off all the time! Thing was, his sex had to be right. Every inch was beta, and he’d be doing desk work on day one. Maybe grunt work if that was provided.

Or depending on Blud's inclusive policy, something better than rotten old Gotham.

They didn’t miss him, yet Slade had hinted on the ride back that he’d better watch his back. Thanksgiving was coming in another two weeks or less as Dick dragged on his suit and skipped over to locate a bowl from the cabinets. “Damn. Is there only health food, Slade?”
Dick called over his shoulder to see that the man was…

Not in the apartment.

He looked around, moving brisket from room to room. In the end, he scored a protein shake from Slade’s health food stash on the top shelf. “That animal can’t be on a contract.” Dick scratched his chin, then headed for the bathroom door and swung it back.

“Shoot. Not this one.”

He popped his head out the only window that he secretly knew how to unlock since this sick game had begun. Not a bad one. Slade didn’t touch him since he was already willing to participate. The whole hormones thing was a no - brainer as Dick took real suppressants for his condition.

No drugged - up pups to worry about in this town.

Dick stomped over to the next room and shoved his face into the glass.

Not on the next building’s roof. He really wasn’t home?
Dick then was back in the kitchen, where he’d never checked it, a yellow post – it note was flagged to the fridge.

Bright yellow in black ink. He snatched it up and saw a time, abbreviations to someone’s name.

“He was….shit…” Dick sighed and dropped his head, the coffee in his hand going cold.

Fumbling for his shoes, he found the keys and in the basket for them, another note and a large ass protein bar.
With a water bottle.

~ Don’t be too lazy on your first day. See you at six, tonight. Be vigilant as always, blue bird. We’ll discuss over supper the next steps to our plan then.~

He had fit all if that into one note. Dick crumpled the thing, got the bar in his back with his wallet which was still in his custody, and the keys in case he got locked out. Taking one look back at the well - made bed, the empty hallway and the dim lights from a day now waking up to the world over, he shut the door behind him and took the stairs with a solemn vow.

He was going to buy out his freedom and tell B and Slade off, as long as he had people that could back him up on a case they’d never seen coming.

Becoming a cop is just the next best way in knowing how to carry yourself against a mad man.

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Slade had been out, hunting that early morning to trace the call back to the source of his original discontent. This person was going to stop at nothing. She made him nervous, just a little.

Whoever she was.

He scanned his database for a match while Grayson was snoring away that night before. Will had pulled up a few ends, while his old buddy Squirrel had gotten even closer.
Her last name was Florez. Resident of Blud since birth. She had a murky history and her new job was working in the seediest spots to spot the person that took her life from her at a young age.

Her livelihood, he should clarify. Sge was alive, her father was her world and that. Was a common mode of one wanting to turn into a killer. She thought of justice, justice in what? Petty arguments with her past self?

That should be the least of Grayson’s worries.

“I shouldn’t have to ask.”

Slade turned his head to see Damian Wayne standing as a roof away. “My abilities allow me to sense a person’s heartbeat close to more off a mile. Are you sure you should be standing there, Wayne?”

“Where is he.”

“Working, soon.”

“Where.”

Not much of a conversationalist.

“Playing truancy officer isn’t my collective gig today.
Where us daddy, kid?”

“This is my case, not his. He’s not around to bother us.”

“Go talk to a cop or something.” Slade shrugged as he kept looking at his tech in his arm's suit for a match.

“This city has a hero now. Aren’t you afraid he’ll stop you? Or did you pay him off, take away his rights.”

“I did for a trade, dear boy. Now, scat.”

Damian grumbled as he moved across the lot to land sure footed. Right before the man. His cloak blowing off to the side, his hood up. “Birds chirp in the daytime, but you’re no Robin. Go home –

“Where is my brother?”

“Don’t know , go home.”

“Not until you tell me what you’ve done to him. I saw him, he looked…all wrong. You did something –

“I did nothing. I’m working, brat. Go find your papa and leave –

“This city, is not yours to take. If Nightwing is aligning with you, then he is the Batman’s enemy as well.”

Slade snorted abd stood up a set taller, towering over the kid from his initial crouch on the rooftops.

“Kid, Dick Grayson isn’t going to show his face any time soon. Because he has a plan, and I helped him to implement that plan.”

“He can’t do any of what you say. Father said –

“If you listen to daddy, child , you’re just as guilty. This is your case, right? Take charge.” Slade moved and dropped towards the fire escape, Damian zipping in on the man as he simply wasn’t even there. Leaning over the edge, the crashed a fast into the brickwork angrily. His unit sounded in his mask as he touched on side. His father wasn’t the one that answered, but Jason Todd.

~ Yo, got a sec? We’re looking all over for you, Lil’ D.~
“Don’t call me that.” Dami snipped. “That was Grayson….” He trailed off, biting his lip. “Deathstroke escaped. I’m going to wait for back up. Sending my coordinates.”

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Jason heard the line disconnect as he looked over at Tim and one more person who had shown his face, looking rather miserable in all black.

“Midnighter. Why didn’t you –

“Your bird boy intercepted the call. I had no idea Wayne wasn’t in Gotham. Sue me.”

“Or, did someone tell you to send it there.”

“Your mama.” MN snorted. “The cat lady told the kid, but I wasn’t sure sge knew what was going on. My bad.”

“Great, now the demon lord’s fucking son is in on this…”

Jason growled. “You know how bad that is? Talia will have us all hung!”

“Sorry, look. If it makes any difference, the kid’s gonna find him. Slade didn’t have to drop any info. It will just happen.”

“How do you know all of that? Can you see the future, douche? My brother is in this city, not even able to figure out how to feed himself if he gets that deep in. You think Dick is gonna reveal his identity and fucking let that go?”

“Dick Grayson wanted to be a cop. He’ll be coined a beta and by night, you’ll see the other side to what he really is. I got a plan and Bruce will talk about it before we start.”

“Why are you so close to him, MN?” Tim made sure to ask before the antihero was in his merry way.

“Because, he can stop what Deathstroke wants to take from this city. It ain’t a perfect place, but we’ve fought for those who don’t have what you guys got. More hope than you realize, at any cost of a little greed in us.”

Tim nodded, not likely the secrets they had to keep from each other. The fact that Batman trusted this man to do as he expected without fighting back for the wrong home team.

He saw the look on Jason’s face as they both swung off to go locate Damian. He had to be pissed that they’d be a few seconds off to get a verbal beating from the new boy wonder.

Alpha always, just like his daddy.

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Dick moved his posture upright to seem capable his first guess as he opened the doors to the building, was the mess.

Of paper, screaming phones and criminals shouting for their lawyers.

Yup. Just like Gotham.

He headed to the first desk he saw and saw that a man within uniform and his head in a book on global policies…was not caring that he would have something to say.

“Hi, new recruit, O'Hara. Reporting?”

He’d changed his hair today to have some red streaks in it, greener eyes as the small tweaks were somehow making Slade crazier than usual. He had even said that Dick looked like Grant before that interview.

Fondly.

Now, he looked like Jason before his hair went dark like Dick’s. Minus the white strip of hair by his face from the pit.

Not anytime soon. Slade wouldn’t, right?

Dick nodded to the man, his feet together as he waited to hear a response.

“Go back there; second door towards the toilets.”

The lazy cop went back to his book, Dick – Ryan, moving with his intentions clear. Minus the hot coffee smell, the papers flying from hands unworthy and the yelling sex workers and evicted persons throwing riots…

Evidence enough that there was no bottom line. Everyone had seen enough of the old Blud. They wanted a fresh start.

He’d gone to the academy, acquired his four years, been as a Titan even off the field and he had status. Or, had it once…it stated falsely that his father, a hired cop was on the force with the records also forged to make the believable as livable as this shitty office setting. He was retired was what it also said.

The door was older, the building was nearly as wooden and just as vintage as the time he’d seen of Gordon’s Victorian office on a few cases.

Dick moved across the floor and past a sea of callers to whatever county was bringing this much strife in one early - ass morning.

“Officer Rodriguez. You’ve got a call on line one.”

“Patch me through to the district attorney’s office. We have a witness to the Penelope Hunt abduction case.”
“I thought I said black, not Americano! Go back and tell them I can’t do this shit. Hey! Did I stutter?”

“The new guys are kind of scrawy. Should we tell them that omegas don’t work in this line of fire?”

“Silvia, get your ass back to your paperwork. I don’t wanna hear anything that doesn’t involve filing those reports from last night. Hear me, girl?”

“We have a few citizens shot. Two wounded. Sending back up. Two omega are in critical condition. Requesting emergency services.”

“Goddammit….the mayor has to be shitting us? More cuts to the budget? I’m gonna move and retire in a year here. This ain’t the Blud my family grew up in. Its ‘justice” isn’t what any of us expected.” The black, balding, senior officer put his head down, rubbing his face as he lifted it. The paper in hand had a headline that made everything worse.
His face, Nightwing was the cause of their strife as Dick’s hands stayed clammy a second longer.

They needed him this badly.

Cuts meant less staff, security. All of those things came back to Gotham and its justice system. How at one time the government had left the city high and dry during an all-out crisis. Dick wouldn’t do that. These people, they needed hope. A new, fresh -

The door pulled back as Ryan slipped his position to fall in line.

She was blonde, Caucasian and looked ex- military from what he could see by her build under the pant suit.

“New desk staff?”

“Just came from the academy. I’m O’Hara.” Dick put out his hand to shake. Not until she let him. Not that kind of place, as she didn’t take it. “Excuse the mess. Come in, step light.”

Dick had the he honor of having her shut the door for him as she walked past to her desk, walking around him like some traffic come in the street. Or a wet floor sign.

The room resembled the thirties, not an extension entirely as some stained glass was genuinely Victorian. Home, even. She was not as sloppy with her paperwork as any space she military neat as a pin. As much as the space here could provide.

Shuttered blinds kept only small rays to peep through her window behind the desk as she didn’t sit directly into it right away.

She had her hand over a folder. His.

“Says you grew up with your dad in Kingston. On the force, what made you wanna join?”

“Sort of. It was a major accomplishment fir my old man too…I’m proud to be a part of everything I’ve worked for. My dad was a cop. He’d be in that folder. As a teenager, my mom got wrapped into a case and, well…it’s the least I could do when she wasn’t around us anymore. My father basically raised me while she was in the hospital recovering once he solved the abduction case. That’s when I knew what I wanted. To help. Like my father.”

~ LIKE BATMAN.~ His ego echoed back.

The chief looked at the folder, skipping over to his age and weight as a plus.

And his autonomy.

Dick let her talk, for today. She could read his language quite well by how still he was being. Slade would have called that “being careless.”

“Also it shows that you practiced martial arts. When was this?”

“As a kid, I had tournaments with my folks. And did it mention gymnastics too, by the way?”

“Was just about to ask you that.” She brought up a finger to one part of him, not his skull. “About the last thing you should be aware. You came to this city as you are now, but do you know why we have such chaos on the streets at night, trooper?”

“Um, the rate of poverty, lack of funding and services provided by the –

“Unhealthy relationship between the police and the people. The government isn’t very nice; especially to the law in place when it comes to who decided to define us. My job, is to both denounce and promote violence towards the right people."

Dick cringed at the thought, his eyes opening.

“We use brutal methods here so we don’t have to try so hard. In Gotham, Why do you look so spooked? I know you’re not a local. You scream Gotham or the Midwest. Sorry, my mother's family had a long line detectives. That’s why I’m pairing you up with my co – captain. Detective Liu will set you right on the path to getting the hang of how we do here, O’Hara. I want those reports filed as soon as you clock in and take a piss. At lunch, hand me the stats on any changes and you get an extra five depending on how slow it is…”

She and Ryan peeped over to the door, hearing a crash and a yell before someone stopped a chair from toppling.
“Annd….Billy got a cup of coffee, spilled it on his tie while working the phone lines as a line up was being arranged – the guy in line A, being the first one they took, kicked the chair, throwing the coffee mug up, papers fell as Silvia went to go scoop them up to avoid any complaints and then. Billy, the slob, fell over.” The chief pointed a manicured finger outwards, “The criminals in line A threw a fit bit were escorted to the back room for questioning. Any questions?”

Dick….Ryan, shook his head with wide green in disbelief at Valentine.

“No, no. That was….-

She opened the door to show just as predictable a place as this was. Slade could have done that, but wow…
This, was going to be the most fun he’d had in a decade.
“Welcome to the force. Remember. Six sharp. You stay until that file load is worked over as I see it. Overtime if necessary since you’re no unpaid intern. As far as your Beta status?”

She grinned, pointing her thumb at her chest. “I’m you alpha, and Liu is under me with the rest of this skeleton crew. You’re not the only one, Liu is a beta, so you’d better play nice when I’m not watching. Anything else before I send you to get those files –

“No, Chief Valentine.” Dick – Ryan, replied quickly. “I’m all ears. Just point me to my desk if you’d be so kind.”
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Noted, she could reduce Dick's secret, but.....? Waiting for it! Find out! Dick is a cop now! Who is Slade hunting down and will she be a threat? Find out. Is Dami going to get back at Slade woth some assistance?

Chapter Text

Alpha , Beta But Never an Omega
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Chapter 19: Sundown

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Slade sharpened his eyes in the dimming day. It was three. Half way in and out of Grayson abd his new occupation. The binoculars he wore had the boy’s goofy grin up to here, yet that blonde-

And –

Slade moved and stood up.

“How’d it go? Losing the bat brat? Was on lookout duty if that place you wanted me to set up. Is –

“Midnighter.” Slade put down his binoculars and ignored how he coukd practically see that blonde working her eyes up to the roof where he was stationed.

“Another location. I’ll change. For today.”

“Lunch? Civil, much?” MN raised a brow with a scoff below his helmeted cowl. “I dunno. Maybe the kid is making y –
Slade’s glare ate right through his armor, crawling over abs and aches that never healed despite having a healing factor. That ego was swallowed down rather quickly as MN complied with a cheeky grin.

“Heh…did I say that? Sorry, must be the fact I’m peckish for some lunch. Skipped mine. You wanna café or –
“Anything goes, just no fast food. I’m in the best of my time with this, and I can’t stop here. Not covered in grease by tonight.”

Was…was he making a joke? It was hard to say. Slade spoke too eloquently at times to tell if he were passing along so deep wisdom in that timbre of his.

“Lead the way it is then. No pizza for you.” Tutted the anti hero with a wag of his finger jokingly.

Slade put down his guard, right as Valentine averted her eyes to help out a weeping pity - addicted woman carrying a lump of cloth into her office. It was empty but worn. She looked upset, scared. An abduction. Dick’s fur would have bristle to this plight easily.

~ Someone took my baby! I want justice, now!~

Slade heard it, as he pinged a small poke at a cell while he was fishing out some civilian clothing from a handy duffle on the roof.

“Your turn, Hero.”

He slipped away as Dick got the call, his eyes nearly shut until he spied the text. The woman, and excused himself to go and swap gears in the restroom. Valentine saw a fast wannabe who was drinking way too much coffee.
That’s what he hoped as Dick made sure that his uniform was snug and his other cloths were stashed – but wait….not where the vents were. Something airy, oh! He made sure to slip out and not say a thing. The cameras thanks to Slade, were scrambled long enough for him to roll onto the street and back up the fore escape next door.
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They were in hot pursuit. And to the front, was Rodriguez. The teacher of Ryan made sure she was in the scuttle of an aftermath of gun violence. It was much more than that as people were displaced. Cop cars and tape across the housing complex and the adjoining park…

They were looking in the wrong place. The park. They had scouts in some areas, but not far enough. Nightwing took off by grapple and lines, the city was going to lead to a train station soon up the street. The metro. She wouldn’t be a happy mom without whoever was doing this. Why, being the question that wasn’t his to answer.

~ Grayson. They’re down below you. In the station. I’ll make sure to upset the line. Cut them off any way that I can. ~

“Super cool that you’ve been spying on me at work. My boss is going to find out. She’s practically the descendent of Holmes!”

~ It’s not up for discussion. Do this, and you won’t have me for a awhile. Show me how well you work going solo, hero.~

Slade clicked off in his mask as Nifhtwing ran, being cautious of the cameras and phones blasting light at each angle. Each curve and swerve as they let him go to the internet to deem worthy if saving their city.

He would-

The red bar came down, Dick leaped over as he saw a man dragging a child before scooping the little curly haired three-year-old up. Screaming, he put a hand over her mouth.

A mother’s worst nightmare. Dick didn’t let the man run.

He kept running and tackled.

The child was caught as sge scrambled over to a security guard while they called the resy. Dick took out some cuffs and patted the evil jerk on the head. “You don’t go swiping what’s not yours. No need to panic! He’s subdued!” Dick took up a wave before blowing the scene. No one followed as cops blocked one way in, while Dick took to the restroom. And swapped out. He’d decided his everything else, he’d where three suits.

One for work, Nightwing underneath, and gym clothing with a pair of foldable sandals like some dumb hippie addict – well, but harsh but it worked. He was passed by abd they found nothing. Dick made sure to take his things and forced them into a wad of paper towels. It looked like he’d been to the pool.

Easy. He went back to the street and a car was there.

Sleek, black.

Dick mosied over and opened the door to see that Slade and MN were inside. “Well done in getting your feet wet, rookie. Back to work?”

“As soon as I can. Need a distraction.” Dick rubbed his neck and nodded. Slade didn’t have to be prideful. He knew. This was one good deed with hundreds more to go. Nightwing, was now a friend to the people.

He should be proud, even when that face…

Slade leaned over from his seat as MN looked in the mirror to see Slade turning Dick’s face with a latch onto his jaw.

“SWWL?”

“You need concealer.”

A bruise where he had hit the floor to get that kid away from the napper. Dick flinched as Slade pushed into the spot.

“One moment.” Slade rifled through his duffle by his feet and took out some ointment. “Nothing can be done. Cover for yourself. Make it look like you’re just a klutz.”

“Thanks….and what? You know th-

“NO buts.” Slade waited for car to come to a stop in front of the precinct as Ryan took out his phone. Clothing changed over as before with Nightwing below his uniform. Slade had even told that he wouldn’t peek.

“Remember to fake it.” Slade reminded with dead seriousness in his tone. Dick pulled the phone to his face as Liu was there taking a drag once he was by the step on it, slipping back over as she walked quickly over to him.

“You weren’t skipping lunch, were you? Valentine-
“I'll tell her. It’s fine. I had a call. My mom is still in recovery…”

“Oh, let me go with.”

“Ah, no can do.” Ryan sighed, walking in through the doors to see Valentine on the phones non stop.

“I want anyone who –

She saw Ryan and paused. The quiet was a bit worrisome, his neck stiff as it was from the pummel.

“Take care of it, Dylan. Yeah, you too."

She dropped it, all fir him as he steps were hard. Too hard. “Walking out –

“I had a call from the hospital.” Ryan said, standing his ground. Slade, Bruce they were scary yet somewhat predictable. He needed to get to know her as well. Liu was supportive, she had no options in this city but to stay close. So did the others. They were all, big time to keep law and order in Blud.

“Personal matters, you come to me for those. Got it? Don’t pull another stupid stunt like that ot I’m serious –

“I know, and I’m not doing that to you again. They stabilized her. She relapsed.” He aid, the guilt as dripping with his resolve as he’d ever shown in any espionage job before.

“Back to your desk. I’m revoking your lunch so eat it there. No more coffee breaks.”

George rolled his eyes from the other side of the room and typed away. This old place, she needed a break.
The doors opened again to she Rodriguez with her posse. “Chief. Turn on the live feed. We had an incident in the subway.”

“Working on it, and get me the mayor on the line, now.” She turned to a person on the office where those file cabinets were. She blinked then, turning to Ryan's face.

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Ah, damn. Sorry, truth is before I went to go back outside when the call cane, I was getting some files and the damn cabinet lashed out at me.”

Valentine hummed, arms crossed as she agreed. “That old thing has been here when my father was still wearing this badge. I admit. Fir an acrobatics professional and a martial arts black belt…you are, a ditz.”

“But he wouldn’t harm a fly, Chief!” Liu pointed out with a chuckle. Well, he was now given a new title. Ditzy Ryan.
Laughing at the joke weakly, her thumb pointed to his files, piled up again as Ryan went to stop an avalanche of paper from getting him booted to the records department in the basement.

As long as he had the right concealer in his pocket, he was fine with being labeled the town idiot.

If only to make a name for himself as Nightwing.
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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta But Never an Omega

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Chapter 20: First Case; Serial Numbered

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Ryan O'Hara or Dick Grayson, takes on his new job with caution. Rodriguez gets into a situation that has her finding out how close she can be to Nightwing, she even hands him intel on the cases. Only for her truth to come out. That she knows another vigilante, Tarantula and is trying to get the two to save Blud together. Slade protests this and goes after this Tarantula, only to run into the base of operations of Apollo and Midnighter, who don’t like Slade on their turf. They work for the bat, and Nightwing might have a new Alpha to watch his back in this, daring femme fatale of a mad woman who is obsessed with him?? Find out. Smells like useless drama to me, but a triangle is now a square.

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Dick was in charge of the paperwork he’d accrued on his first week. Coming home to Slade and his grunting face felt like such a nice deal compared to people on TV asking for his alter face in the crowd. Or in the air.

~ Who is Nightwing? He stops the cops from getting the wrong guy, twice. Ends up vanishing and saving a child from being abducted in a subway. No one has any leads, yet citizens are advised to report anything they might find suspicious to their local authorities as soon as –

“How was work?” Dick was coming in through the door with a briefcase of more cases that needed to be picked through. “Did you finish all of your school work like a good prefect?”

“HAH. So funny that I forgot to ask YOU if you’ve been a big bad mercenary in my absence since starting this position.” Dick roller his shoulders and Slade cracked a small grin at the television.

“There was a sighting of a red and blue spider a few cities over. Blud isn’t a fan of him, too many webs.”

“They have sewer manes that have a need of a repair, and of course…dead –

“Floating corpses.” Slade finished, hitting the off button to the remote in one click. “Really, how did you think it would matter to me, your roommate and the one that pays the bills? That you’ve made yourself a target before? That I should lose a few jobs to –

“I didn’t…” Just as before, he meant the office, and out. “The more I try to cover for you, the more taxing my actual rile is in the long term. You need to focus on being a good little secretary and – “The city is out there, and I made a promise.” Slade leaned forwards in his seat, eye narrowed as his grin dropped to a frown. “No. You, are a public service agent with quick feet and eyes, but not a brain. Not until I fix that.” “I did what I set out to –

“IN . EXCESS.”

Slade grunted out, impatiently. “For me, for Nighter. For the rest of us, pretty - boy blue.”

Slade huffed, leaning into his fist as he exactly imagined an omega stomping those floors, demanding what they wanted. He’d play on that stereotype. “So, how was your day, really? Come now. I just did what the bat refused to. Put you in your corner, boy.” Dick grumbled and stepped into the bathroom, his head popping out the door as he called over to Slade, “ Hiw about you dye me, I tell you who wants to kill me today. Fair deal?” Dangerous , yet he agreed to it with sharp teeth and a dry chuckle.

“Of course, I should be honored to be the best barber for the former Wayne. What’s your poison? Chestnut or something with red undertones.” Dick checked himself out in the mirror, his eyes looking back at a stranger. There, he swallowed and croaked a bit as Slade entered with a tool bag of his hair dying supplies. “Thought of it yet?” He asked, eyes focusing on how Dick was shoving himself awkwardly back. Slade had to maneuver into the smallish space carefully to not incite a riot from the vain half – mega.

"Think we could try for highlights? Blonde, but half a head. Not the full package.” Slade’s eye almost fell from its socket at the words. Like that. Like…why, though? It made the elder cautious to ask. “Did anyone see –

“No, I…the dark and brooding label is gonna get stale. I wanted to throw my chief off of her game. She’s from a family of historically famous detectives. Did you know?” Slade crossed his arms as the kid lowered his eyes to the sink and turned on the faucet. His hands stopped up a pour to splash onto his face, cooling off his decision no less likely. He was going to make Slade trap the reward of being too nice. Richard, was asking for a future knot, so he just had to watch his back.

Slade would be cool about it. He wanted Dick's trust mire than anything. Enamored by it, even as his little tool. Getting Blud from the boyband the Bat to make his mini paradise and getaway would be something to talk to his future pups about. He intended to see if that part of the kid was real. Seeing as he’d knotted the brat. Now, one more time if Dick committed to it, he’d have an answer.

“Slade? ‘yello?” Dick waved a hand in front of the male’s scheming , darl blue orb. “Ready to destroy my head, again?” He snorted as in a jest, and Slade smirked, doing the same. “Half a head. Will be some work. How are you going to repay such a kindness?”

“By making supper, full course. I’m off shift this Sunday. First time they never bothered to give me a thumbs down.” Dick grinned, his cocky demeanor a bit less annoying at nineteen. “I’m going by the book, because my phone. – I mean, recipes, there. Not used to –

“Why not this. I can supervise, but in return, I want one thing.” Dick’s eyes went soft, his only back swapping as Slade had the kid turning to meet his chest instead, gazing up with a peculiar glance. Brows down, the young man opened his mouth and re- worded the question.

“What, kind of request?...” He asked, knuckles not as tight as when they fought. Veing trapped in this den wkth the tiger had them so used to each other. Scents, musk aside. No heat due to the medication. They were just rooming together, until Slade opened his mouth to say it.

“I want, just one kiss. On the lips, from you."

 “S…lade, we talked about –

“I know why you’ve been giddy. It’s obvious you need my help in other ways.”

Swallowing his scare there, Dick rurbed back to the sink. The man lordong over him showed every intention to take once more, and yet… If Rodriguez was crushing, or Liu, or even that informant that Slade probably knew about. Flores? ( typo) then, could he go through with one kiss? He was on his blockers, suppression drugs. Slade wasn’t going to hurt him, well…besides turning him into a half blonde Barbie doll.

More like a Stacey.

After the time he’d “claimed" Dick a month or so ago, December was just around the corner. And with it, a chance the heat could return. One kiss, wouldn’t set off a chain reaction. And, he needed allies.

To woo the public, and his BPD work friends. Friends, yet one beta and an alpha were attracted. Could Slade really sense it too?

“One, for you to, be my practice dummy.”

“Any time you ask, I coukd comply.” Smirked the villain.

“Such a demand of you, I’d think you enjoy being here. Not like before.” “It keeps the bats at bat.” Dick rubbed his arms, finally lowering his neck with a heavy sigh. “Alright. One kiss, nothing romantic. I get to do it, to give the landlord a blow job would be overkill, right?”

He turned red shaking his head. “That’s not what I-

Slade snorted a laugh as Dick shot a glate back over his shoulder. “I never meant YOU. Don’t get anyone ideas! Ung…”

“Papa squat, Grayson. We have a lot if work to do before supper.” “Get me to the market before seven and I’m sold. Well? And I a caramel or a platinum?”

“Start low lights, honey.” Slade pulled out what he’d need. Foil and the solution of bleach to not harm a damned cent off of his cash cow's little mane.

“Honey? What did I just say?” “The color.” Smiled the man with a slow shake of his head.

“Oh, Grayson. You may to sleep off what you’re thinking entirely by tonight. It seems I’m not the only one to awaken the worst in you. That freedom, comes at a high cost... so, sit.”

He commanded, dropping his voice again. “I’m going to be hungry for that kiss yet, if we don’t hurry up and get dinner started.”

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The next morning, Dick had a fuzzy flurry of emotions trying to die. Slade was on the sofa, not on him. The kiss, his hair. Was all of that fleeting? Well, yeah! He zipped to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the mouthwash his hands could steal off the man. His own was running low. Shit. One more time. He ignored the idea that one paper cup away was more saliva. The man came without risks, and he’d be doing that again…not with Rodriguez. He’d lied. Liu was the one who had his eye and he, needed her to get in sweet woth the boss. If any, they were jealous of his charms and enamored by it. Slade must have scented that much off of him. He swished the blue tinted alcohol around and peered at himself. His eyes bulged out as he spat out into the sink to high holy –

“ Slade!” Dick yelled out. He didn’t go lean, his hair was all. All caramel with honey highlights. Brunette was going slowly in the direction Dick had not wanted, because he knew it turned Slade the fuck on. What did they do that night?

Was he drinking –

Dick’s flashbacks vane on and his hand went to his temple as he stares wide and horrified into the mirror. At that stupid omega that had done, THAT.

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“ If I get drunk, you’re leaving me AT the table all night. Capisco?”

“ Si.” Slade shrugged, the wine's odor and the alpha's delight slightly buzzing at the back of his skull. “Spaghetti. I gave up my free time, made you the borderline –

“Shut up and eat. I have a long way to go, if…well….any luck finding my stalker yet?” The older put his fork to the side as Dick took the first hungry bite his could. At least the sauce was homemade. On the pan, well. It was partly a bit of both. “That, I’ll tell you when they’re in my grasp. Just eat, pretty blue bird.”

“Weird of you to be so, docile? I’m going to have to get you an apron.” Chuckled the cop, wiping his lip on a napkin set out. At least there were no fucking candles. Dear, God. Slade expected him to be the she – wolf of his dreams!

“What ever happened to that collar? You swapped it for the band, I noticed.”

“You know why,” Dick grumbled into his food. “But tell me when you think this “beta" has it in him to defy any alpha. Our information broker is from thus city. Catalina. Turns out, she was the person who tried to interview Nightwing on live television. Ain’t that just-

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Calm, communication at the table…a glass of wine?? He’d passed out. Slade must have –

“Anything I –

Slade made the kid jump as he hung over the side of the doorframe and chuckled soft and low. “Who crawled into your bed and took his place, golden canary?”

“Fuck….what did I-

“You enjoyed it, so I kept going. Don’t think this is the real deal.” Slade pouted hos lips mockingly. “You’re light brown, at best. I just gave it a bit of a glow when winter comes. They say it brings out other features. Well?”

“Too soft. I’m used to dark and brooding.” Sniffed the kid. “A few weeks and we can dye it back.”

“Let it bleed off, first. No more for two months. Rest it.” Slade instructed. ‘Only if you want, sonething fine, dry and hay – like?”

“OH!” Dick slapped his brow and groaned.

“Work, I’m going to be late…-

“Coffee is going. Hot bleeding pockets in the fridge and, left over pasta putanesco for lunch.” Slade left the door to stretch and clear up his bedding. “I’m thinking of swapping this for the back room. Not fun watching you toss and turn while I slip into the wrong cushions.”

“I’ll take the back. You'll get your bed back.” Slade’s shoulders halted as Dick stilled himself. What had he just said…?

No…shoot…!

“Fine by me.” The man rolled his back as Dick withheld a breath of relief, only to have it cut short. “Even after the laundry’s done, your sweet scent will still be a lovely parting gift for the time that we’ve shared.” Dick grappled with the faucet knob and slapped cold water onto his face.

“Getting ready, need space.” He said in a dropped voice. Just as the kid needed time, Slade would have to hold his pee. Fine. “Fine, let me know when you’re done.” Slade walked away to get his bird's meal packed. Coffee would be for after the kid flew the coop, off to his little “day job.”

A day job with a bunch of suitors to court HIS prince. Including a detective, a pining gossip, a secretary, and street rat turned police information broker. His competition would be a breeze. Dick had even said something very important that night, about Catalina…

The same person he was hunting after.

The stalker. The person he’d bring down to protect his property.

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Valentine that morning had called everyone to the floor. Her military steps were up and running as she stepped and spoke, pacing the part out that there was danger afoot. Waiting for the right time to drop some truth bombs.

“Sources tell us the Blockbuster, a.k.a Roland Desmond, is back in the underworld we know and hate to mention. He’s not only after our new star, Nughtwibg, but his eyes are on outing or killing anyone that can expose his intentions in the papers. Our job is going to be a steep one and I want everyone on board. We’ll be heading out to Blud's top spot - Blud City Chronicle's main building. I’m expecting him to send a goon or two, but you get the command I'm about to drop. We are protecting lives, straight from the top. A man who is better known as a threat to thos city is willing to topple all that we stand for. The victim would be a Maxine Michaels, top journalist for the Chronicle. I’m counting on our new recruits to get in line.”

Valentine leaned into the crowd as her eyes scanned them. The cops and staff there who were taken by her orders. “O’Hara. I want you out there. I know you are capable with your training. Rodriguez will guide you through the rep. Liu? You and I will guard the office with a few of us to keep whoever the assassin will be this time – This time? Was he off that many days not to see it??

“Blockbuster, if you encounter anyone like him, for the love of God, he is a film fanatic. If you do, don’t converse. If you say a thing, don’t give a damned location off. Even a scent, or would it kill you to keep on those blockers? Remember! He is prime alpha and a terror to our city. We want him brought in at the highest extent of the law.”

Dick had gotten that file from Liu, a day before. The death toll was…staggering. Almost Two- face in comparison, but bigger. Smart, according to this man’s I.Q. A big head wasn’t just a stereotype. Dick would gear up. And yeah.

Hell, no one had commented on his new looks since that morning. It was going to be a pretty big step into hell today, no doubt about it. 

“Whether you’re ready or not, we’ve got lives to save. It’s what we’ve trained to uphold. So? Get in gear, mobilize. Break’s over.”

She let them go, shuffling feet moving through the dim world that had grown even dimmer. As if in premonition from a truth now showing itself, Dick knew one thing that the others didn’t. This wasn’t a kill mission. They’d otherwise, be the ones found dead.

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Bruce listened as his body moved off a rooftop back in Gotham, it was impossible to tell Jason or Midnighter to stay out of police business in Blud. Dick would show up, Nightwing had to.

“Red hood; report.”

Bruce waited in the cave as Alfred and Tim stood by. “Jason shouldn’t be there. They could accuse him before they catch the real –

“Blockbuster isn’t who is going to attack. He wants her captured. Maxine will have to keep her head down for this fight.”

Bruce grimmly knew what the criminal was after. For her to drop the story she’d wanted out. How she’d found something that didn’t belong to her, and how she may have figured out just who was behind the domino mask. Including what things were going on in that Underworld. All according to Apollo.

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The blonde dark angel had told Bruce that stirring were beginning. Currently, Blockbuster was an egomaniac to the public, or spoiled about how he could lose his turf. For a while now before Nightwing, Blockbuster had struck deals to keep Apollo in business, yet taking a risk on those deals had led to knowing too much. Much was about of the avarice of the crime lord and his vendetta against the blue bird omega he’d like to plow as any other omega brood mare. The wine was cold by noon, yet his knuckles boiled full if rage as he sent one of his lady – megas to the floor in a fit.

"I fucking wanna meet this guy. He sounds like an action film fan if any I, think. A real bad cop…ah...bring in the mole.”

He waved for the disheveled looking mistress on the floor to pull open one door to his crime den; War seedy spot at a club, not far from the docks. In red with the slight appeal of an anti heroine, his lips licked themselves.

“Tera-

“Tarantula.”

The Latina symbol. She walked in her red long heels with a gun and knife at her hip. Not now. Soon, she promised. ~ Papi…~

"Tarantula. You got news from the pigs?”

The blonde Blockbuster took an arm round his frightened doe he’d tossed around earlier. She clung to him out of fear. The glint in Tarantula's masked eyes was withheld for one person.

“I do. They have a new hire. He’s gonna cause you a ‘ lotta grief, chief. Let me take him out.”

He nodded, scaling over her form. Her hips uncovered in a leotard and her sides of her legs still with racer strips like a tattoo to each length of it. Her top was nearly skin tight over a strong chest. Yet, her scent blockers were intact. He wanted to test it out.

“I get a moment?”

He requested, the two in his arm pouted and tossed their heads indignantly at Blockbuster's favorite. He never saw her twitch. Not knowing why this scrawny Alpha had begged to be a part of his dark world. How he’d taught her everything she knew. Guessing nothing, she relaxed with a sultry smile and leaned over him. Their lips almost touching, he tugged her arm as she fell flush by his clad crotch in thick black pants.

“Hey, big guy? What’s the hold up –

“You know…I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya like this. If you get me the word that you are gonna do as you say…” He started to walk his hands over to her cheek. “I’ll promise ta hand over what I got to help you out. We make it clear.” “As….you can do what you want with the cop once I catch him. If I –

“IF yah fail, I’m gonna have to punish you too, mama.”

He roughly gripped her jaw to look into his beady blue eyes. “We got each other, pet?” She nodded, a forced grip lessened as he let her up.

“I get off easy with you because you got in without a key. They think you are on the pigs’ side, but once a crook, Cat? “Always.” She said with a lowered, submissive tone. “I don’t care what kinda Alpha you think you are. I am the only man enough here to tell anyone their omega in my eyes. So, go back out. Woo a cop or too, for me, Rannie?”

She took her way out with a quick nod, then let herself breathe as the door, the hall, she had air to do so outside the haunt.

"Fucker!” She cussed with a hiss to herself. “It’s ok…I’m going to find out what they did. I…” She took another breath, pulling out her phone. Grayson contact was there and she sighed. “Sorry, but this…is a personal touch.”

She let it ring, before changing her tone. Docile, sweet even. Oh, yes. There was time for that –

Until, it kept ringing. She frowned.

Already busy? Putting away her phone, she decided to ping into whom. Chipping that cop and his cell was easy. He was so wound up right now, that it would be child's play to jump right in. She wanted to. He was just, eye candy –

Except, the guard dogs. Midnighter?

Deathstroke?

She waved off the scare; that if she tried hard enough, this wouldn’t be a kick in the face. Not like Blockbuster killing her father Joining his gang to get more of his weaknesses for the time she’d take her revenge…. That , and using one cop.

One , HERO. To do that. Just, it would take some wooing after all. How Liu was first in line, and that boy’s scent, was incredibly submissive.

Hum…

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Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega
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Chapter 21: Step Down

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Catalina was this close.

Rodriguez gave her own shade, knowing Ryan had a natural talent that was good enough for this industry. He did however have a weak bladder…that was, weird, seeing as he didn’t only while on a case. They pushed it as his attention deficit. The current post as a night patrol officer was allowed when the reality of it required his skill after a physical had revealed the beta part he had claimed was not his original diagnosis. Slade forged the slip and very well. , they excused the fact for that skill.

He was also a technology- prone boy wonder, which was enough to let Eric from their tech based department grab a bite before withering in a corner with his devices again. All three cells, one unit off.

Eric and Ryan had a buddy - buddy opportunity to get a bit more bro time knowing, seeing as he was an Omega, though Ryan had said he was more prone to Beta tendencies. The women in his offices just threw a shot at him, saying maybe never.

“They always think lower of what we’ve got. Just a bunch of power drunk beta – alpha mamas.” Eric was from the Carolinas and went to school in the city here, finding himself trapped afterwards due to the rise in crime rates. “Gotham ever have that?”

“With the bat picking on us? It depended. He was for those impoverished, the women and children. Disabilities.” Ryan sighed at the fact that Bruce was not so perfect to those that knew the real him.

Ryan tried to imagine his phone going off as his head turned to hope, hope that Slade was buzzing off for his little get-together in their local bar outside of work. It was a weathered day, wind… lots of it.

“They said that after Christmas,” Eric bit into a chicken leg left on his plate, “ that there was gonna be another el nino this year “ Eric had one more sip of his beer, checking his phone before showing the article and the stats to his partner. His cabs were numbered through two, but his eyes looked groggily over the table. “That’s a lot of wet walk- ins. The custodian is gonna get his mind blown."
Though it was kind of ominous, these things did happen, the el nino patterns. Global warming still existed in this society as it was. Nothing in another time could make him more likely to shake his head, as Ryan looked at the time.
Few more minutes, he sighed at his mental clock.
“You not gonna finish your pot pie, big guy?” Eric poked fun at how Ryan could eat and never seemed to gain.
“I have to get back earlier tonight, ah…but, Eric. Sorry!”

Ryan put his fork down and apologized, though in a whisper. “I’ll get the tab this time-

“Dude. I’m driving.”

“Not a chance.” Ryan put a finger up to wag. “You may be fine to, but hell no if I screw both our licenses over. Come on, dummy.” Ryan ushered them with doggie bags and their tools tucked to the exit. “Night, Vince.”

Vincent was a kindly ex con that had opened a wayward spot for those looking to reflect and slow down. His balding but wise eyes saw the ins andvoit if this city, making him a perfect intel aid in picture cases. His eyes on the ground fir a Nightwing.

“Next time you two slackers have gotta stay for karaoke.” The owner raised a brow to Eric as he grinned a maybe with those witty green eyes. “When I got time, Vinny. And I’ll bring my coworkers so we have loads of time to make you wait on us, sound fair?”

“Get him home, kid.” Snorted the humored bar keeper. “Take it easy. Wind is nuts and picking up speed. Gonna be enough to get guys like you off the streets, then I can’t complain..”

“That’s what I said to Ryan, he almost wanted to be optimistic. Can you –

“TIME TO GO?” Ryan let his lip stop twinning as Eric was pulled away from the front counter. “But I was still sober!!”
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They left the tab and Ryan checked his time. Ten….ten??

Almost…Thirty. Fuck …

“CAN we stop and grab something? Grocery still opened?”
Ryan perked up. He wondered is appeasing the beast in his bedroom woukd do the trick. “OK, Eric. Walk in a straight line for me, no hands.”

“Dude! I’m as good as you, pretty – mega!”

Ryan flinched at that.

Eric stopped, the mood souring off of their glands' responses, even with blockers.

“You…you know I-

“It’s fine. I’ll call you a cab, I…need to ride it alone. How far is your place.”

“Thirteen minutes. You?”

“Twenty.” Ryan sighed, pulling out his arm as luck had it, a cab popped up.

“You got a ride?”

“Have a roommate.” Ryan said with some waiting anguish in his eyes. “Go on. We have weird hours tomorrow. Evening shifts, right?”

“You, you do. I’m in but I’m calling in sick.”

“Fine.” Ryan huffed. “Sleep it off, but don’t blame me for the rounds you took to the head.”

“Pool is not a martial art, smart guy.”

Ryan laughed softly as Eric waved him off, the cable waiting while the fee was paid up front. “In, kid?”
“Yeah, see you later.” He saluted Ryan as the man was left before eleven to make the call. If it was twenty minutes, he could walk. He could face a mugger. He’d not touched the beer, not a fan. With high class society to record his tastes, there was no way.

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He walked with his hands in his pickets, the streets still active yet not with people. Cars, which meant this wasn’t a damned dump. Slade would only pick those for training , he bet.

Slade was not going to like the story, yet Dick wasn’t drunk. He didn’t want to lose a day off. The apartment was in view, the little things flitting by while his focus was on how to avert these tired eyes from him.

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As soon as he saw an easy to grip fire escape, he decided to come in the door window, doing that was way too risky.
He checked his pockets and with a cuss, found that one single card wasn’t there. No extra key.

Key , not there. Window? Now being the only option. He remembered at the shower stall at work, he’d tossed whatever was from his breakfast abd lunch into a locker. That it was still in his lunch bag with the salad container and the Thai from a previous night, curdling to high holy before Maurice the janitor had to hose it all over.

All over…

Dick swallowed, embarrassingly.

Right, he was a catwoman now. Fixing his troubles by not getting caught red handed. Dick paced, thinking this was one fire escape he could sail up, though his head spun at what that would assure once he made it to his- Slade…the room!

Slade was kinky, but not a damned spanking man, right? It was a joke. He wouldn’t go against their partnership for a little….

“Ugh…”

Dick shot that image down as he started up the fire escape. Damn be his entire time to sleep off welts as badly as his harassed ego on the way back home. Home, that had to be a false attitude he held around what it really was.

A cell, and he was tucking himself back into a cot with a straight jacket and everything.

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Slade checked the clock on the stove, his restless behavior for one, the result of a little lenient action. This…result, of letting his bird out of it’s cage, yet he had a drop that Dick was very close…Nighter was as much a stalker as he claimed in being for the job, only.

He moved to find the living room still set, the table and chairs and candles with a bottle of fine wine all in attendance, as if a lovely announcement would spring and a glass would be tapped for all to pay heed.

Nothing like that, he frowned. The food was put away to preserve its freshness. That darned smart ass had to have a damned good explanation. It was almost twelve, Slade had even granted himself a granola bar to not rava- .
“Kid is making me hungry for whatever I –

The tap - tapping was a faint creak on the floor fir a mortal, as Slade’s abilities picked it up too easily. He grabbed a bread knife on the table and tip toed towards the sound of whining grunts. His eye geared over towards whatever was sneaking around in the TV room.

The light went on and he had to snort, typical cat suited morons., be damned.

Dick was halfway through the window. Ass out, one leg in while the other was struggling like a mouse in a wire trap.
Like said trapped animal, the deer's innocent face in these headlights was all Grayson, as his cheeky grin bordered on “busted.” Slade put the knife down and pulled the kid out to fall into his chest, hands out to steady himself as they stood awkwardly against the other.

The alpha had just cleaned up, his fresh shampoo was sandalwood rich as a monastery. Dick seeped in a gasp as he was not being out go of so soon. Slade wanted that explanation, and Dick sensed something else brewing just below the surface, as if…he should fight but not yet.
Slade noticed that Dick was still stuck in time, until his nose perked up with a sniff over the older man’s arm.

“Cooking?”

Slade let go briefly, starting off for the entryway into the dining room and kitchen island space. “Now that I see it, this place doesn’t look like it does during the day at all.”
“That’s because you don’t roam around after dark. Not anymore.” He meant to add that Robin was more of a sly fix in the woodworks than Nightwing would ever claim to be.

Slade went to relight a few candles as their two faces shown brighter inside and along the dark hall to the kitchen. He walked then to the fridge, working on the display until it was as before. The food was exactly as his memory prescribed.

A cream soup, white as its contenders, a salad with nuts, veggies and a drizzle of what seemed a liquid golden dressing. Bread that didn’t look too well toasted and been converted to a toasted batch of crumbs of even mini toasts . “We can use these to top the salad or to eat. They didn’t need to be out this long.”

Slade moved to the main, a bit of meat. Two pieces of salmon, and a pretty green asparagus batched up to suit each side of either plate. “Nothing too fancy. It’s late. I can tell you’ve had next to nothing filling but that musk of your overworked coworkers.”

Dick blushed and rushed to the seat, until he pulled his hand away. “That…we had plans, for what again?”
As if he’d not told him. Silly bird.

“You’re off tomorrow, right? Evening shift. This will keep you sated until you head out fir that patrol and, well…” Slade plated them both, the parsley a pretty touch to the salmon while on its plate. “Butter?”

He reached out and took a pat, offering a piece to Richard as it was too peaceful tonight. Too misleading.

“I don’t know, wait. You’re mad, you have to be!”

“You’re an adult, and that job location for a vigilante is the most secure place to stash my partner for a while. No one knows, Dick.” Slade smiled over the table, reaching out to hand the bread toast to his little beta – mega hybrid. “It’s only us. So, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“SEE??” Dick jumped back, his hair up for those words seemingly a warning in the back of his skull. “What’s the –
“There is no catch.” Slade dropped the bread, hand flat to the table as the candles near stirred.

He gruffly got up, shoving back the chair as the boy watched, hard of knowing by now that this was an act after all.

“I cooked a meal because you work hard. I know exactly why you run around and how tiring it can be. My contracts right now are on hold and I can afford that.”

Dick dipped his head, thinking Slade was upset, glaring back like he was.

“What I cannot afford, is a wasted meal.”

Oh, rudeness. Right. Ever the disciplinarian.
“I am hungry, but not for anything other than food.” Dick grumbled into the man’s one eye.

“Did I say it was food , well? Ask yourself.”

Slade sat back down and took to his soup. “Sit. Can you do that, or is the hero in you going to waste away while you’re forced to succumb to hunger by tomorrow?”

“You have super senses, this is…just all entertainment for you.” Frowned the cop. “Eric was drinking, I didn’t bother. Last thing you’d want was to pull me out of a fight with some mugger ten minutes from here.”

“You left your key and lunch back at the office.”

“Hence, the window.” Dick sighed. “I’ll eat, to make…it up to you, but then it’s to bed. I…need the sofa.” His face was red from the hormonal struggle going on in his gut, he wouldn’t tell Slade also that he might require a new dose of stronger suppressants. The fact that all of the coworkers he had were flirty alphas, it didn’t sit well. Slade could maybe tell. The food was proof.

Slade shrugged. “That would help, in time, if you kept a better sleep schedule, Dick.” The distance was only artificial. He’d kept his word going. “Then, wine?”

Dick’s skin paled at the question.

So many omega had to be careful. It was why if he did have those tendencies, he’d never end up in that situation as long as it took to become the real deal here in Haven.
“N…” Shaking his head, he thought he could, until there came an episode of that sandlewood on his mind.
“Just, half a glass.”

Had he said that?? He wasn’t-

Hardwired for pleasure, his body was akin to want. Slade, he was being a romantic?

~ Certain scenarios in which omega should never be directly involved in is where the company of alcohol and drugs is concerned. These change the brain chemistry, the wiring of any omega will tell you that scent is the start. A few classified scents are inhibitors and lower the effect of blockers; mugwort, cinnamon , salty , sweet and herbs such as sage, lavender and sandalwood. One should take caution to alcohol as it reduces the effect of suppressants in those on specific treatments. Any questions, class?~
There were other things that turned omega into feral animals against their wills. Sweet, hot, soft …

Dick sat down. The wine by the middle of their meal was halfway gone as he opened up about the office, about his relationship with Eric going too well and about Rodriguez getting the wrong idea about his deserter syndrome for long toilet breaks.

“Hej! They even restricted….m, my coffee? Yu get that?? Coffee!”

Swedish now? The kid really didn’t know how to hold his liquor. Slade poured a pinch more, not even feeling the flush to his arms or stomach as Grayson looked up at the man with a dopier grin than ever before.

Dick made a whooping sound that involved a roll of his eyes, neck bared as Slade dropped his jaw a little.

“Are …you too cold in here? Man, is it hot, or is it me, ah…?” He shoved off his jacket, tie laid on the side of the table with the soup now done. The bread had one piece left with a pat of butter.

Salt.

Golden raspberry dressing was still coating his salad plate. .

Sweet.

Slade's musk had grown stronger, all encompassing as the room was MADE warmer on purpose. The candles didn’t help, yet the boy was too loosened up to figure out that he’d been played.

Sandalwood.

The last spice. The very last was….

“I think….I could do this again. What time….is my shift?”

“Six pm. You’re going to be doing rounds. A bit of practice since being picked up by Valentine so quickly, I could assist if you’d have me as a teacher.”

Guns were a bat – taboo. Dick didn’t click with it as his eyes dimmed at the request. No, the offer.

Dick was soon by the end of the bread and salad, in a slurring mood, with his head fogged and eyes fuzzier. All of himself, still drooping for rest. The other, the merc was behind him as he wedged up his chin with those big hands massaging his shoulders rather tenderly.

“Yes?”

Slade looked at the kid as he sleepily tugged that goatee with a free arm up to not miss. Pulling on it as a bell to ring in a church tower, his reality was dwindling, a new one coming along more than he’d expected.

Omega…could….could it be for real?

The kiss was chaste, though welcomed through the hormonal haze, juniper uplift that was this berry scented half – a - mega’s namesake came into play. Slade would remember upon waking as they pulled apart gently, that scent was only just for him.

“Time for bed, then?” He smiled smugly down to the pouting puppy.

“The fish…don’t…don’t want to waste it?”

Slade tipped up the kid’s jaw up once more with a sympathetic expression, an orb staring down of one doubting that those trembling lips wouldn’t taste the same by tomorrow.

“I’ll be sure to make sure it maintains that same flavor. Was this better than your bar stop, dear blue bird?”

“I’m stuffed, tired…” Sighed the lazy drunk at the table with a kittenish yawn. 

“You can sleep in tomorrow.” Slade said. “I’ll make your meals before you go off to the precinct.”

Slade let Dick up without carrying him, just an arm over the one as he was comforted long enough to be left on the sofa in a new top and boxers.

“Adjust the heat, will you?...I’m ok with the cold again.” The kid yawned, Slade knowing by his watch that by tomorrow, that brat was going to be in an ice bath first thing.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to handle everything. Don’t worry your pretty head. Sleep, now.” He crooned, pushing the covers over Dick's body and neck in a mostly loving manner, as the boy was out as the dim candlelight.
The treatment was adjusted to never cross a line, and by the next few days that mark would be as proud as a smear across the reputation of the hero he’d turned out to be. Slade went to see to the clean up.

A grin remained on his face, that finally settled as a smirk once all was said and done. Soon after, he carried it pride - fully with the inner knowing that Nightwing wasn’t going to do something that stupid again. Not unless it had him a full course supper for making an old man wait.

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Ohhhhh?
Slade said he was getting that kiss and unlike Dick he did his homework while the kid stayed a socialite like daddy bats. So, in the end, who won? Find out!

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega-
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Chapter 22: Hopscotch in the Dead of Night – Heated Face and Hunched Shoulder Blades

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Two things, Dick is going to find that Slade’s made a big no - no but not intentionally. He was hoping for the kiss, nothing else. Yet he knows that Dick is due for a heat any day if he is positive. To him, there is no out on this which is why he’s been so strict. Dick depends on him, yet others could swoop down to take away this flighty blue bird. Introducing, finally…?
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So close, her skirt was tight at her hips as boots cracked through the doorway. She dropped a big file folder onto the first desk she saw. Mainly, O'Hara's. She frowned, seeing it unoccupied by anything other than some candy bar wrappers from the station’s only vending machine.

“Que? Anyone wanna tell me why this officer is being some, “phantasma" and playing hooky?” She called out until Liu moved to make her mark on the Intel dealing –
He's off with a cold, bad one. We had to ban him from coming in until he had a note to return.”

“What’s the address. This needs to get to someone.” Catalina paused, seeing Liu's nose twitch. “Competent. At my level.”

“Hey.” Liu stomped over to swipe up the file package, yet Flores twirled and nudged off the little wannabe Alpha. She was all beta to a real queen.

“I’ll hand deliver it, personally. It’s my job after all. You pay me to give you pigs your dues in this city. My city, if you had forgotten, chika-

“GuH!” Liu shooed off the smirk as sassy of the week “Cat,” made her flashy exit. While behind the blinds of one office, Valentine had a phone handy to drop off her own warning message.

“ She knows the address of Officer Ryan O'Hara. Have someone watch her. I need to get ahold of his cell. Stat. Over.”

~ Copy, chief.~ Rodriguez was across town yet sge could wing it over to her coworker’s much faster than the cat could climb.

Catalina sounded more than clingy, and Rodriguez be damned if she didn’t save the skin if one if her own from that firmer killer's hand.

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Dick felt…God awful. This time, it was like a flu. Face with so many missing buts if sunshine and his eyes were sagging in as the hero sniffked on the sofa. Slade took his temperature yet remained calm through the whole ordeal. After all, the minor pre – heat was his fault. Reacting to the alcohol but having no memory if that night was a bonus on him. The kid was soaked in sweat until it finally began to remedy on us own time, though he still played a nurse and called up the clinic to find out about the dose Dick was on.

“Yes, we can…I will. Thank you, Dr. Laurent.” He clicked off the line as Dick sniffled in the eldest’s direction. “So?”

“So, you’re coming down with …pre – heat. A mild case –

“MILD??” Dick almost threw himself over the sofa arm as Slade shoved the boy down, back into his quilts. “It wasn’t working... Whatever I….you said they'd worked!” The kid bit his lip and whined, keeping everything in until today. “I’m missing my work, my life...what the hell?”

“That dose has nothing to do with it. It’s confirmed, though…a physical would take care of my other suspicions.” Slade rubbed his chin and plucked up the medicine bottle. This was supposed to speed up the process, to get Dick to believe his own lie. Well, was it working yet?

“I’m not a ‘mega, I told you…” The kid grumbled under his breath, regressing due to the fever.

“You’re only a bit, not all of you, Dick. I told you.” Slade corrected. “You didn’t believe me. So now, we should bring you to a specialist. This isn’t enough for these pills to fix, R-

There came a ding from the buzzer in the hall as Slade wondered why the hell he’d installed it.

“Who…they found us??” Dick’s ears were as a real puppy's. Slade tried not to think about an image of that. His omega in ears and a tail butt plug was enough to make him sick…
“No. It’s a woman.” Slade could tell by her patterns of breath, heart rate and well, she was worried. Very much for whoever was beyond this door.

“Please don’t make me regret staying with you …just act like a roommate. A bodyguard –

“Slade!” Dick hissed from in the other room as the older man went to unlock all of the security locks he had in the apartment’s door. Dick looked like a hissy cat crawling under the blankets a pretty kitty that would not be ignored as Rodriguez stepped around to p had Slade not peeped back to push her out into the hall again.

“Zi…is this the O'Hara residence?” She gulped, seeing that Slade was more thug than roommate. Dick fought through throwing a pillow at the man and instead went back under the covers to sulk.

“Are….who are you –

“And you, are?”

“Ah, sorry, Officer Rodriguez of the Bludhaven City Police Department. Ryan O'Hara according to our records lives…here.” She tapped her eyes up and still, the eye patch made her anxious.

“Ryan isn’t in. Rather, he’s dealing with a serious virus that is being taken care if as we speak. I would also rather like to ask why you had the right to violate –

“He’s one of our own, and no. That, it... it’s under –

“No. I can appeal this at some point, but for now, Ryan is sick and needs to rest if he’s ever going to recover. You understand, so? Please be so very kind and tell your supervisor that we will have you contacted ONCE he’s gotten an OK to return to the department with a clean bill of health.”

“But I’d like to ask whom it is I’m speaking to.” Rodriguez had some nerve as Slade laid it on her. Fine.

“I’m a friend of Ryan's father and came as soon as I heard he was under the weather. The boy lost his family a long time ago. So , I’m more of a supportive uncle or godfather figure. Name; Arthur Cane."

She took a good look before giving in with a side shuffle and an eye over her shoulder. “We’ll want to know he’s made a full recovery. Sorry for any trouble this might have caused.”

“As you were, officer.” The bulky man nodded, however the scent of an Alpha wafted through the door as it slammed in her face. Rodriguez had to right herself by HOW strong that scent really was. He wasn’t a great person, but Ryan was right there and…

She made it to her cop car and didn’t bother fighting to call and report what had happened. Once she was gone, another knocked not on the door like some airtime while Ryan took a car nap, but the window in the bedroom. Slade was the first to eye what data she had. The file waved up as one image popped out of a bloodworm done.
“Listen. You’re here to help him out, right? I know faces, and you…reek of lying alpha ruts.”

His nostrils mildly flared, yet Catalina continued. “You saw?”

“I know, because I’m good at what I do , hombre. And I know that Nightwing, is that officer. Officer O’Hara, is also a former hero from another major city in crisis.”

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“I see.” She looked over O'Hara as he slept in pure pre – heated bliss for a few hours. “The effects all backfired, because it won’t work.”

“He is a borderline case.” Slade answered. “And, according to that blood test, it didn’t reveal everything down to a minor imperfection, did it?”

“Jack of all trades. You ever been a tech before?”

“I have saved and killed in my time. Even spied.” Slade waited on the coffee to brew as Catalina looked to be hiding her own real agenda just below the leopard print and frown lines.

“They have me on occasion, the guys I got saved and hurt by. This city isn’t so clear to anyone. Ryan was only here for what, less than one month now?”

“I’m keeping him on his toes. His studies are-
“He’s going to be a real detective, like the person he’s trying to copy.”

She knew not the half of it.

“Seems that way, but I do worry. His condition was late; his parents never carried this gene and I’d have it in your and my own best interest…to not say a word until we’ve done a thorough examination at the clinic once he’s recovered."

“Damn. My best friend Aisha had a similar pre - heat nut she had kids young si it never lastest. Full blown Omega too. You said he’s a beta, but it’s an abnormal thing?”

“Treatable, and I’d like to keep this mum between only us for now."

“You kicked Roz out, I saw.” Cat motioned her head to the door with many, many levels of security to breach.
“She wanted to know too much and as I told her, I will you as well. Ryan is in recovery until he can safety return on his own with a note from a certified doctor. I’m in the middle of setting up appointments to have that done today.”

“You said the examination comes later, maybe sooner?”

“Depends on what they think is best. Go wait, or risk more trauma. You know a real omega's body is fragile when it’s a first for them. Ryan right now thinks he has the flu, but I explained enough to keep him aware of his options.”

“You’re not one of his family, maybe a partner in crime?”

“Why say that?” Slade scoffed, going for the now finished coffee in the espresso pot on the stove.

“The locks and the fact that you said you’ve killed."

“I’m an ex – military general of the United States army. They had me doing odd jobs once I was back on homeland soil.” Slade poured a second cup as Cat eyed it too carefully.

“Do you take yours black or with cream or sugar?”

“Black.” She let out. “I’m fine with nothing else.” Liar, and Slade could smell it off of her imaginary pelt.

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Catalina was gone before Dick rose to face a hot palm to his forehead. “How are you feeling now, blue bird?”

Dick didn’t have the strength to bat it away as his tears had run dry. Dry in one place, yet his body still ached a bit further down the line.

“It’s starting.” Slade moved as Dick had no power here. “I have ice, just keep still.”

Ice…

He sniffed as the odor was not like his at all. Something mixed with rose and scents of patchouli that made him nauseous. Slade held a pack to three places. Forehead, anus or whatever was leaking out, and his back.

Somehow, the man had dozens of arms and that…Dick’s world faded to blackness as his body purged out whatever couldn’t let him rest.

Slade looked at the mix of pre cum and something dripping from the boy’s ass that looked as thin as mucus. His eyes darted to it before going dir towels and while the kid was conked out cold, Slade matched the crap out of whatever he’d just seen.

There was no way. Only Omega had those, and Dick…

There...was….there was no vagina, but there was a fluid, the ass didn do that unless it was an infection. He would bring that up to the doctor later.

Or, or? Hos body was trying, trying so hard for a future alpha. Slade held his all against the idea of Dick finally belonging. Finally giving in, but…but it wasn’t time to think that way. This was against, in time that Dick would denounce the bat and follow a path that Slade was expecting.

Yet the expectancy of the pseudo- slick was quite the turn on as Dick was redressed and laid into Slade’s bed- remade, and a powder used to mask his scent properly.
The nausea was too much, and pissing and vomiting on the last bed still carried as a lead weight in the back of the mercenary's mind. Dick scrunched his eyes shut with a moan as Slade rubbed the kid’s flank, asking just when and what he’d need to do once the brat finally took the leap back into his arms as before.

Before those two Alpha runts took turns trying his new ego on for size…

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The thing is his body being borderline got messed up because Slade the same week of the meal swapped the suppressants and said they'd help, when all they did was screw up Dick's hormones. The clumsiness, the mood swings and the alcohol and triggers instigated what he's going through and Slade swapped the real meds for something else, so that when they take the placebo bwck, the doctor he's hired will make it so that Dick's push will habe him used to the process. Only thing being, he's going to have more heats until he finally caves. If he dies ever get that bloodworm report in hand at Slade's lie comes out that his body was altered internally like that? Watch out. And the fact that Catalina is looking for his identity to keep in her back pocket as a way to run the city as well, to get bsck at her enemy Blockbuster? She is an alpha and Slade keeps hos eye on her, but Liu and Rodriguez are still young to the idea, and Rodriguez is more so a big sister while Liu is a little sister or possibly love interest later and Rodriguez is...undecided in how she really feels. Will Slade's trick change our hero for the worst? Find out!

Chapter Text

Alpha, Beta But Never an Omega
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Chapter 23: False Alarms in the Building
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Slade was sorely disappointed during the physical.
“Just a minor infection. Did he have any food intolerance or allergies listed?”

One. Alcohol.

Dick groaned as he was handed the dull looking bottle of antibiotics. “I’m going to turn into a health nut like you at this rate. If I ever go to another gala –

“Calm down. You just drank yourself silly, nothing more than that.”

“I was…” Dick thought it was his new heat, so had Slade. “The doctor prescribed a better suppression drug also; can’t have you pebbling in March if you make it to the capital building as said OMEGA.”

“You…I told you.” Dick scratched his head as he picked up his cell to find a dozen messages on it. “How long was I sick for?”

“About four and a half days. You’ll be returning to work tomorrow, free as a…” Slade cut that part out, knowing it was only partly true. The fact his heat had been a false stir up was infuriating at best. An infection was only natural.
Lubricant didn’t come from the anus, only mucus. ( I have a leaky gut post op thing that hates fodmaps and crunchy things. Otherwise, same pseudo sibo until I eat greens and herbs and bone broth or yogurt to counter it in a few days. It’s a half sibo because it clears quickly. Noted, it should NOT be treated with antibiotics but this doctor is typical just take this drug, doc. Sorry all you patriots. I am fir the matriarchy here. The USA blows with our message and I’m for non for profit myself. Useless system intended for profit to drive more illness up for that fact. Fun fact, anyone you see in congress? Not a clean bill of health. Very upsetting but typical of its history with food and safety measures. I lost my gallbladder from undereating, mind you. Ate too healthy and it basically sat there. I think bad chicken set it off and heat exhaustion due to hyperthyroidism in our old apartment. That thing was meant for demolition derby.)

“Ah, did we…have anyone else check up on me? I bet these messages are prime to read about now.”

“Go ahead.” Slade shrugged and went to see to his own tasks in the kitchen. “I’ll prep you a lunch for tomorrow if you do decide to quit being a shut in –

“Shut it, please.” Dick drawled, clicking a few taps onto his smart screen before the voicemail required a password to get in. He did his best to read Slade’s lips as he really was in a better mood than last week. He, thought?

~ You have….seventeen; unread messages. First message –

Whoa…
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~ This is Officer Liu…Ryan? I got this from Ted in the main offices, he said you were out with a bug. Everyone else has high hopes for your recovery and I swear it wasn’t the potluck! Teddy and Baron said hello, and Rodriguez said she stopped by. Had no idea you were staying with family. Would love to get to know you better, when you’re better.~

~ End of message. Next unread message…~

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~ If you are going back to finish your degree this term, please press star- nine now to speak to ~

~ Message deleted. Next unread message.~

~ Fellow Havenites. ( Important!) I’m asking for your help to allow a new police reform in Blud –

~ Message deleted. Next unread message…~

~ Mr. Ryan O’Hara! You’ve just won the chance to be selected-

~ Message deleted. Next unread message. ~

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~Hey…it’s…..Rodriguez,here. Listen. I wanna talk to you about the man who’s looking out for you. Give me a call, something isn’t sitting right ...I’m sorry you’re recovering but this may be urgent. We just busted open the Blockbuster case abd a drug rung was going to get that raid this weekend. Hope you’re not too wobbly to do a gal a solid and stand by, Hermano. We all miss you, be safe. See ya soon.~

“She is a problem, Dick.”

“She’s also a way in. She may even know what I don’t as a senior officer. I have to get –

“Into the same trouble as Red X?”

“No.” Ryan, or Dick frowned at the merc. “As Ryan, as the man she can trust. If this Blockbuster case has me looped into it, I’m set. Don’t y –

Slade got up from the bar chair he’d installed in the kitchenette. “No. You don’t get it either, Dick. While you were playing your games, I did some intel of my own via our new friend.”

“Friend?”

Dick turned to the window as if Slade had meant…wait, they had two visits??

“WHO?” He jumped down the older man’s throat. “Who is our mole on the inside, are they even one?”

“Even better.” Slade smugly smirked and went to the stove where the poor man’s soup was going along just fine.

“You’ll be going to work, and she’ll see you on one of your outings as Nightwing. By then, you may just tolerate her a bit more than you have been.”

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Rodriguez went by her cell and pieces of that moment came to her, again and again. She couldn’t stay put, so she went out after clocking; door shut and her keys jingling off her belt. It was the worst place for them, yet she trusted her high instinct for danger. She’d found this city after the academy. Her aunt had a reputation in Steel, so it was easy to get the grade and make her Papi proud. Her own brother though was the real reason She’d taken the job here. He was missing for months and she had a hunch it was something he’d run into as a poster boy omega with a drug addiction on those streets.

Trafficked was the word…her little brother just out of high school, Emanuel. He was in over his head. Gangs, all of those things she’d been warned about in her high school, but not his. He didn’t stay to tell his parents about the changes. The bullying. The addiction to things they said to stray from as an Omega.

This was her chance to keep looking, no matter how long it took. That was why, when they let that sassy ex- FBI woman in with her heels and a way back to the clubs where cops weren’t allowed, Rodriguez did the only one thing she could.

She’d asked for help. Catalina was from these streets and she’d come back after being discharged from her service in the FBI at twenty five, it was a stretch of time that Miss. Flores didn’t like. How the woman eyed their new member Ryan so often. Like he was an omega, and not something else. Not a person, Rodriguez had sniffed out.

She smelled his confidence, yet nothing more. As a beta herself, it made sense that the alpha Flores would get hot and bothered and see their new boy as a piece of hard candy. After all, alphas and ruts were why some days even Commissioner Valentine needed her space or time off from work.

But, Flores and that….man with the eye patch…something smelled foul as she got into her car and sat down. Huffing into her hands, it was pretty cold as she warmed up the car with the defroster. “I don’t like it, but…he’s going to be back. I know so.” She told herself with her breath in puffs of white from the cold.

“I know so…”

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Catalina’s feet moved to the door if a seedy, run-down post she called her pad. It wasn’t to be cozy, it was to cover her tracks from an old boss.

She made sure to put her eyes on the door even as the lights flickered above, not barely enough to see. She managed, clocking it shut before the light to her tiny apartment kitchen went on with a “tap."

“Ah…!”

“Sit down, Cat.”

She didn’t have to move so quick. He’d gotten her name, her face. Even sending a damned spy in on her.
Hwang.

“Eddie, any news?” She sheepishly walked around the issue; her dues.

“A lot, and you missed the deadline-

“I didn’t…” She stopped herself. The Asian American make sat with his eyes on the woman who had nearly double crossed Deathstroke. She was also reading of that other alpha.

“I smelled it, he’s here. In this city?”

“I don’t know. A…he isn’t here I guess to be a threat.”
“He’s a walking time bomb.” Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cat…That guy AND the bat are local. We all know, but you could be the first.”

“They don’t want a fight, I just said. Batman is out of sight, out of flipping mind.” She told her ex-partner. “How is your little mole?” Cat asked as she went to get comfortable at the same table. “Burrowing just as deep after my catch?”
“That Ryan kid is a pick, but he's got a weird scent, you said.”

“Beta – omega hybrid. A fucking prime. I want to know why he’s even allowed on the force, why Wilson is picking a scrawny brat up to toss him into the line of duty like that at all. He obviously wants something, otherwise, why bother?”

“Why now, the question is.” Eddie pursed his lips and thought, leaning into his fist as he tried to act smarter than her.

“You think they…”

She stopped. “Does Block - head know?”

“Nope.” Hwang shook his head. “And no one needs to know. It’s our con, your revenge. You get the hero, and we get the crap that BB stole so we can get some payback in a big fat check from his meaty fingers…ugh... If you want, you can always join us?”

“Block - head has me on a bit of a leash, ya see. And…I’m doing this to put them both out of commission.” Politely refused the ex FBI woman.

“Your new fixation? The kid is an –

“Nope.” She looked up and leaned over, knowingly giving Eddie a reason to drop his jaw. “No…him??”

“Say nothing.” She whispered back. “I’ll handle the mobster. Who knows? Maybe, Ryan will propose as my omega – alternative in the near future…”

She was interested in finding out, and also getting back at the man that had ruined her first. BB was going way down.
“Desmond had better lock his windows tonight.”

Cat cracked her knuckles as Eddie leaned back contently to see what she was thinking. “I think, we can make use of them both. How about you?”

“What about Liu and that lazy “cop- posse” of Haven's finest?” Cat raised an eye to the proposal, quickly. “That's in the bag, once I convince Valentine to step out of my way.”

“Leave it to my partner to keep them out of the way. Ah, and…if you fall in love by the way, deal's off.” Eddie went to the door, letting his warning linger as Cat stood up to spit back at him in his smug face. “It’s not love if he’s allowed to die! I’m doing this for myself.”

“Sure you are, and I’m doing this because of the back payments that Desmond needs to own up to.” Snorted Hwang. “Get the hell out of Blud if anything goes wrong. If the bat is looking for one of his leads, I’d rather be in the center of the Bermuda triangle than stick around this stink hole.”

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( So, collabs are to be careful here:
1. Deathstroke,Nightwing and Midnighter

2. Liu, Catalina and Eddie Hwang

3. Batman, Jason Todd , Alfred and the bat clan, Midnighter and Apollo

4. Damian Wayne, Harley Quinn , Cat woman and Poison Ivy , possibly Jason and Midnighter

5. Tarantula ( Flores), Blockbuster, ?_____

*This is because I did say that I’d make the backstory more to get into the Nightwing/Catalina trope, however, I don’t want to wait so Liu will be the con partner of Hwang who do dirty underworld dealings in Blud and are working with Catalina to get more dirt on the cops to get her revenge against the man that made a mess of her record. She did have a father I put but that’s not the whole story. She got out, yet went rogue after she was taken off a homicide case that WAS her father, the fact she pulled a Grayson is why she us working with Desmond to erase him. She’s supposed to use Ryan to get the Intel and Nightwing she actively knows that he is the cop in question and a hybrid omega - beta.

When Hwang said to her “don’t fall in love,” that was because he saw right through her desire to be someone else for a change. She is also years older than Dick. While Liu will only be twenty-three and still act as different on a scam as in the office. She’s kind and cool but, her real goal is to ruin the police and put dirt on Desmond to pay up. I’m working on that part. Watching a lot of Jentry Chau and I love it!! Third time rewatching the series.

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Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega

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Chapter 24: Cat – Calls from an Alpha

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She thought about it as he walked in the door. Still a goofy grin and being hassled by the senior in their division, Ryan never lost that virgin glow about him - as a halo to a cherub. Pulling up her boots from her seat ,Detective Liu friendly as before , waved back.

“Danger - prone Ry” is back! What’s the hold up on us calling you??” He pointed at himself as she ushered him to her desk, until the door to Valentine's sprung forth.

“Detective Ryan, a word with you. My office in five.”

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Cat was in the office with a few claws to paint, as the chief intel “dealer" gone straight. Valentine escorted Ryan to sit as he sheepishly grinned and blushed at Catalina, who’d decided that showing cleavage was in today.

“Don’t worry, grasshopper. Was on a job and I got you something irresistibly, juicy.” Valentine made a snorted while heading back to her desk to pull the paper file from out of Cat's claws. “There is a known criminal that runs this city. He tries not to be, too discreet, and Vat has been tailing this crime lord for weeks since before your arrival.” She told Ryan without taking a breath.

“Cat could use a look out on the next watch; it involves trafficking. Omega, beta. Kids that are as lost in this city as we are angry enough to put our foot down on the criminals –

“But, without getting the goods, it’s not a done deal.” Cat interrupted. “Cal asked if you coukd tag along, you and Rodriguez if she’s up to see some skin.”

“Skin?”

“Strip joint. Blockbuster’s supposed last place he was spotted chasing neck and tail.”

Neck as in omega scent glands, which made Dick’s fluster a bit under the collar. “Well?”

Valentine let Ca ask as she waited for a similar reply from their newest recruit of that month. “It won’t have been a month since you joined the force, but these blue bloods are raring to put a few cuffs on some pretty bad people. I’d be up to it, but only if you have my back.”

“I can go, but…I need to speak with Valentine about something, privately.” Dick told Cat, mostly looking at her to say his piece.

“Sure.” She shrugged, having some idea it was about his test results. “Fire away, tiger. I’ll be out bothering the gals a bit…”

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Ticking on the wall was that darned antique, yet Val knew. “You want to know if I’m still permitted to let you stay here, as –

“My identity is not so personal to you knowing that much…but, it’s borderline. I never awakened until I was overdue, are …?”

“We have good blockers, good suppression techniques for this job, and you are on my watch as…” She looked him up and down, but not as before when his beta status had given the kid more to work with.

“Prove that you can hold your own, maybe just to call back up in. Rodriguez isn’t an alpha, but Liu is.”

“She is??”

“She always was. Didn’t you figure out why she took most of the patrols and the donuts in this office?” Snickered the boss. “Anyway, you can make a difference but I want you on those comms before I have to buat you both out. Rodriguez and Lawrence will go too. You can sit in the car and she’ll be wearing a wire, so Cat is our in first to stop that creeping mass of –

“Why is he as big a threat as any Gotham villain?” Ryan cut off. “I – I mean, the ones there, they are twice as insane as he sounds.”

“He’s sane, but he’s as mob – centric as they come to delivering torture to his victims. Think “Two face" meets, Black Mask, meets “Bane.” She clarified for the underling cop.

“He is also large like Bane, if not worse. A special ability that made his body "malformed" by God knows what drug he got his hands on, also crafted the movie critic we know and hate today. He has been known to quiz those he’s going to end, with old movies. Thus-

“Blockbuster.” Dick nodded. “How does he fight?”

“Some brawn, some wit." Sighed Valentine as she refilled her coffee cup and handed the rest off to Ryan.

“I’m permitting it. You still look half dead. Don’t you get any sleep at your place, officer?”

“My, situation makes it tough. Barking neighbor’s senior schnauzer.” He lied. “I’m this close to getting padding for my walls.”

“You’re fine, kiddo. But if you ever need a cup, the machine's mud here is free. Only one though, I know your reputation.” She smiled as Dick threw back his head a little to chuckle in tandem with her grin. “Yeah, I’m a wild card on the clock, but never off it…who, knew?”

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Catalina snuck out to light a new cig and make a call. The alley smelled like rotten fruit as she clung to her meager desperation.

“Tomorrow. We do this. Go easy on the young boy and the big boy.”

~ The big boy comes with his own warning. How am I supposed to tell him you’ve got what he’s selling?~

“Because, hese.” She puffed out a cherry light as it flickered on slowly between her fake claws. “I’m going to hand over what he wants to see. Nightwing, in the flesh.”

~ So you can get his attention, then end em both?~
“Or, I can keep the big bad birds on my side.” She smiled to herself. “After all, a part of that boy reads to me as “Omega.”

Hwang let go of his mouse for a second as she heard him sputter a retort across the city lines. ~ Fuck! CATTY?? That is…he is on the force??~

“I’d steer clear of any unnecessary observations , yet.” Cat told her partner. “What about your competition?”

~ Liu.~ Eddie sighed. ~ I told you; let her act on getting some of them buttered up. I’ve honestly never seen her so….relaxed as she is now. That mask –

“ It had better not crack.” Breathed in the intel dealer and Ex – first daughter “ My papi had a saying, that you can’t trust who’s too close. But then again, he went rogue and here I am.” Sge snorted, dropping the butt as she stomped on it. She wanted closure, and Blockbuster had all of those notes. Notes that had ruined her life. Right down into gutter.

“I did my best to work, but…I wasn’t right enough. Fbi at twenty? Kidding. I was a real Einstein. They say brilliance demands perfection.”

~ So you went loco when you fell under that spell, they plucked you up and tossed you in that place with your “papi.~ Huffed the con man she was talking to. ~ Well, I just want out. This city gave nothing back to my family, so I got what I wanted and then…~

“Along came Blockbuster."

~ Along came Blockbuster.~

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Slade didn’t wait to send his eye out to a certain dealer as she hit him up on the number he’d given. It wasn’t her though, but Midnighter, with some bad news to tell.
~ Bats was spotted, good thing too. Look. I have to give you a tip about fraturnizing wkrh anyone in Blud. Don’t do it. Half of these nut jobs are either skin hungry or out for revenge on a rival gang member. And I did look up that face; Catalina?~

“Flores. Dick told me she was the stalker when I described her entering as he slept through his spell…”

“Kid isn’t a lightweight I hope. If what you say about her having experience-

“She might bruise my ego as well.” Slade gruffly said.

“Catalina is on your watch. As is my partner. Can you do it?”

~ Will I, and for what price are we talking?~

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As he looked over to Apollo and the Bat, they both frowned at the fact that Dick was even going to step foot in a red lighted area to look for the city's ugliest crime lord. “There is no way I’m standing down in this, either of you.” Batman told his two allies. “I promised to stop the crime happening and to get more intel to halt the human trafficking going on in this city while parsonage you as accessories in the arrest of Blockbuster.”

“He wouldn’t be too shy to say hi.” Apollo waved the idea off, flamboyant as a flitting dove. “Ask away, and any of us can tell you. If you go into the dragon’s den unarmed, you’d better know how to scurry back to somewhere where he can never find you. Blockbuster isn’t the smartest cookie, though he is a witty fellow. And might I also suggest if my boo goes, you go without a wire?”

“It’s in the suit, won’t be a problem.” Bruce nodded. “I can record back what you want without detection. No strings. We can send Blockbuster right back to the courts for crimes against this city's security and at the risk of human life.”

“He lives to mock life.” Sighed M woth a shake of his masked face.

“Lucas! Don’t be such a Debby downer. Ok, spill, child.”
“He has, an interesting habit. Whenever he interviews his first victim or ally, he asks if they know about. “The Star of the Marina.”

“That’s an old film from after the second world war…what is the question?” Bruce asked M.

“It’s, “She had it coming,” is the answer.”

Marina was actually the location and the stare was called Marie. The ship sge was supposed to sing on had a murder, and she was tasked with avoiding death as the culprit failed to be found. Very Agatha Christie, yet with a larger sound score budget.

“An unknown slasher film, really. Such poor taste. I feel for the actress – oh! And as a precaution, NEVER EVER tell him anything “bad" or wrong about his choice of films. He would have your head sent to Harvey Dent on platter for his anniversary supper wkth the Penguin.”

“You, know about him, Harvey?”

“He’s Two Face, ain’t he?” Said M. “Apollo and I keep tabs of debt collectors. I get the payments from my odd jobs and Apollo runs the club we both call home. Would be nice, sailing and all outta here. I learned recently that pirates founded Blud, did ya know?”

“Bucaneers doing that in other coun tries isn’t so rare anymore.” Bruve shrugged. “But these waters are dangerous, and in need of stronger regulations. Back in Gotham, I’ll send a proposal once this is all finalized and I have my son back.”

“Well, when you do, he’s gonna hate you. We all need a nest, a place that we can stick to without having to pose for Alphas that don’t appreciate who we are. So, do you appreciate what he is, capt?”

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Bruce thought about how in sync Apollo was Andy was to Lucas as Midnighter. Neither seemed to stand down from their needs or what had to be done, even vending the rules since Blud had another faction pulling its strings. It was surely going to lead him right to the source.

His only concern, was that Dick was already in the middle of a war in this city that Nightwing could not win. Not alone and not if Slade pulled at those strings as tightly as he might.

Bruce also wondered about what Lucas had asked.
~ We all need a nest, a place that we can stick to without having to pose for Alphas that don’t appreciate who we are. So, do you appreciate what he is, capt?~

Bruve had a responsibility as Dick’s father figure to see that he didn’t lose his way, yet still didn’t fall off that path he’d been set on as an unofficial Wayne.

“I’ll take him back woth me, and then…then we can talk about his other future. Not only as an Omega. I promise, Dick.”

Yet, in his mind, it wasn’t good enough. Eventually, the truth would be out, and everyone’s would know as Bruce hid that slip in his bravado.

That soured scent of Dick’s still clung to him, tugging him on this quest to do the right thing.

As he’d heard before, could he?

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Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega

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Chapter 25: Undercover Mother F –

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Yes, mo – fo was the title.

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“ A stake out AND –

~ Could he pull it off, Roddy?~

Rodriguez was told to go in with Ryan, be at the arm but as a single soul adrift in a den of sinners. She wore a black backless cold shoulder dress as men gave her leers across the way. However, her beta incentive made it more that they couldn’t touch her. These men were only after omega bodies as she wondered when the drone that her boss had borrowed from the big dogs would make headway on the case.

“ Club Bananza, but it's a cover for Omega trafficking and illegal drugs. The heavy kind, we're finding.”

For this job, she spoke into a hidden pin sized mic as Ryan pulled at his little getup. Shorts and he was cool in them. That bubble ass made the precinct so nervous that they had to rush him out the back. His top was more “ attack me" wear as she grimaced by what he was trying to act like. Why, was the question.

Liu. She remembered that Liu had suggested it because Blockbuster was not shy of pretty boys.

As a beta to omega ( nearly undocumented by the police for now, ) Ryan's head was on right enough to swing a ways away from those alpha up for a good time. She didn’t like how Liu could tell that to anyone, but maybe…
After all, male hosts in attendance were permissible for a good old-fashioned lap to sit on.

Especially “ Blockbuster’s.”

A.k.a ; Roland Desmond.)

~ Have him be yours then get out. He’s a swinging fuck that’ll feed offa you like a tick. ~

She let Ryan know as he put his limbs into a fake tumble. Right into Desmond as if he’d been tipsy and cute about it.
“Eh? Who is this...” Desmond curiously stared down the bottle as Richard played with his shirt as if a cat pawing for attention.

Lights, camera-

“ Oh – oh! I know….I think I do….I work here? You wanna drink? Mr.…oh!” He giggled happily as the red-faced blush on Desmond’s face had Rodriguez wishing aged been ok to drink tonight instead. Damn. He was….scented?

“ This kitten is all washed up on my floor. Poor baby…”

~ What’s up with that reading? I’m picking up alpha arou-
Rodriguez moved like a panther away from the bar, her hand ready to pull Ryan away from an even bigger error. This place amplified pheromones, reducing suppression patches as next to worthless. Had he taken any was the question, as woozily, another man with green eyes and dark hair, and a strange big brother vibe caught Ryan's swaying form as it fell back into him.

“ He’s really out of sorts. Sorry about that, sir-

“ Who are you? We were having a fine time, drinking was the last piece.” Desmond pushed as this invading two timer only focused on Dick for now.

“ He’s gonna need to lie down. He has this gastro problem, real bad stuff and it can –

“ Bull. He came to me. Tell me, are you with the feds, sweetie?”

Dick shook his head dopily. “ I like to drink and….got to much! Heeh- hic!*!”

Desmond rolled his eyes, the darker haired other picking up the kid as the thug had lost all interest. “ You look too young to be here anyways. Wouldn’t a made me a criminal, kid. Beat it. My club ain’t for your shit talk.”

“ Will do, sorry about my friend. Come on, Robbie. We have to get your ass to bed.” Jason patted the brat on the he as he whined softly.

Rodriguez followed. As much as she was annoyed, she knee that team B was having better luck. “ It’s him. We’re gonna have the evidence but…the place is set to limit suppression methods. Those alphas…”

She looked back as the doors shut behind them and the lights dimmed ever so slight. “ Oh god….”

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“ He’s here, Stephen.” Jason set to the unit in his hand as he tried to prop Dick up onto his bike’s back seat.

“ Contact B and tell him –

“ Oy!”

Jason turned around as a very angry woman on a sparkly hostess dress was up from behind him. With a gun.

Yelling.

“ Aye, Really? That is my partner and you blew this whole operation!"

“ Then, you’re the one who sent my brother in there.”
She paused, the gun staying cocked.

“ Brother? Wh-

~ Rodriguez, do you copy? We have drone footage from upstairs. A woman, presumably one of the trafficked Omegas has been killed. We are sending in –

“ Good , go. I’ll see you soon.” She turned back to her partner as Jason was too busy loading up his cargo. His very stinky, drunken cargo.

“ Hey! No you-

He jetted off as she shouted from behind, his speed too far advanced with Wayne tech. The woman wasn’t easy though, her car finally found him when he’d stopped at a turn towards the throughway.

“ Fuck me…hold on.” Jason had tightly tied Dick to his so that his bulk could balance them both. One topple, roadkill.

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Bruce got the same footage from where he was tracking Oracle and her own sneak attack on the club.

~ Roland likes em pretty unwilling….that’s so….-

“ We’ll make sure to send Damian in. Alpha will be fine if they don’t breath in the pheromones.”

~ You are not going after your son??~ Babs shouted in his cooled ear. ~ Unbelievable! You came all this way….he must feel pretty stupid-

“ As for what that entails, the police won’t handle Blockbuster. He’s not a normal human being.” Bruce flung himself off to the upstairs window as Damian was downstairs kicking ass. Desmond was a cake walk to him, with wit.

“ You have no right to torment these Omega!” Damian shouted as he flung a flying kick, only to be iced. His sword came out as Desmond cracked his neck.

“ A ninja Robin? Am I forever lucky to like this oh, the bat had that other girl too the one with no mouth on her.”

Cass.

Damian snarled and went for the throat, only to see that brute strength was not all Desi was all about.

“ Hold up, you’re not a Alpha, are you? The little baby bat is?? Oh! This changes everything…”

The closer he got, the more nervous that giant hand made Damian as his rebreather was this close to being tugged off his face.

“ Gonna fight fair?” Desmond walked, didn’t run.

Damian went for where the Omega were as more goons rose to block the exits, only they were stronger.

This gas….it made Alpha hot blooded and powerful.

Damian was dragged back as he took a gasp in, the biggest mistake as the piece was pulled off of his lips and nose.

“ There, now you can really cut loose.”

Damian coughed at it, hacking as his eyes shut and senses spiraled.

“ I call this stuff “ the juice.” Gets the blood really pumping, huh kiddo?”

Damian clung to his blade as he swerved around to get the fat man’s hand. The same one that had assaulted him. Her yelled with a bloodless cry as Batman heard it.

Untying a gaggle of bruised and beaten virgin omega broke his heart. Yet Damian was an Alpha in pain. He could smell it through the floors. “ Oracle, send in my team B. Damian is in danger. I’m going to help him.”

~ Too late….the police are nearly here to clean up. Let them save the omega. Damian is first. But don’t breathe in the gas!”

Bruce had his rebreather in as he went for the narrow steps to the downstairs of this bleeding cesspool.
Damian was howling out, growls and yips as a dog, so he ran faster on two feet that couldn’t stop.

“ No…no…-

The boy was feral as the has had overworked hos hormones. He was gripping the collar of a thug, while Desmond had gotten away with a few broken fingers. The kid was a pup as he didn’t even speak, only growled.

Bruce got out another rebreather, dragging Damian off as he tipped and shouted angrily in a flail.

“ He must perish!! Give them back!! Give back m-

“ Damian, deep breath in. That’s it, son…”

Bruce whispered as the thugs were mauled, in corners of the room or fleeing like beaten strays.

Damian breathed in, a few times he shuddered before breaking down in tears. The drop was painful, bit worth getting his son back for.

“ Come on, let’s get out of here. The police are on their way to free the trafficked omegas …it’s ok…” Bruce clung to the kid as he wept a while before quieting down. “ I….I…lost, myself…father …I’m not –

“ Shush….shh….it’s ok.” Bruce petted his scalp as he carried his son in his arms to the upstairs. He promised the omega that the police would be here. That they would be safe, which the omega looked happier than the one now dead did.

Justice in Blud, was too little to ask for.

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Dick had no choice but to think back, back to whose voice that was barking orders.

Not Slade….not…Val or Roddie…

“ Okay, Dickhead. Tim told me that place could be fully loaded, so lucky us I got a curated bit of his meds ta try for both of us. Open up.”

Dick’s jaw was pinched before his eyes shot open, blurred between a haze of heat and delivering a swift headbutt to his attacker who fell back. The pills spilled while some were saved by a big handed baboon in a leather biker jacket. “ Fuck! Don’t you wanna get clean?? I do, so open –

“ Stop i…-

“ No way.” The hands that took him in and that breath of a sleepless tooth decay had Dick return to his world. Poison, was in his getup of an undercover bar drinking wench. Jason could see through the haze as he popped the pill alongside Dick. “ It’ll negate the effects of both us, my rut. Your…: He didn’t say he knew because that was the truth in all of this. Dick was half – mega, and that little stunt had turned him on. Full blast.

“ You’re in the way, Hood.”

Dick gasped as Jason shoved a palm over his mouth.

“ Who wants to know, Death – skull? Or should I call you my brother’s fucking alpha kidnapper?”

Slade was there, in the same dark alley of grime and noiseless whispers. He had his weapons but needed wit to put Jason as far under as he could go. Crying home to daddy, where Grayson wouldn’t be joining him.

“ He has a contract; ask your brother.”

Jason turned to Dick as he straddled the slightly older male. “ Come on….tell me you literally…Dick?”

“ I did it, because Bruce couldn’t understand what I was, and…Slade has promised to make Nightwing into a better vigilante. With space.” He hushed up as Jason laughed at the gesture. “ Fuck me…you two? What is this? Did he bi…”

Jason’s eyes turned dark as he tore at Dick’s collar, to find it scarred. Simply, a contract? Then why the mark?

“ Deathstroke…what did you do to my brother??”

“ It’s to cement that we’ll be working together, until that completes our time as, partners of a sort.”

“ YOU touched him, no alpha bites with warning …without….you fucking liar!” He lunged back at Slade while throwing a punch as Slade caught it, twisting Jason’s arm behind his back.

Throwing him next to Dick, he dragged the enraged younger Alpha back to continue the lesson. Dick found his footing and flew to Slade as his scent was speckled with fear, a fear that Slade was acting reckless in an attempt to keep him out of harm would he do that?

They weren’t bonded, but to him, Dick was his pup. His responsibility.

“ He needs to go, now. And so do we. If you come to Blud, remember that Nightwing was not a forced suggestion."

Slade snarled to the Hood. “ Your brother has ideals that you should ask your bat about, see if he gave a damn to ask his own eldest son what he wanted out of this life. Maybe, just maybe you’ll gain perspective in what comes for those that don’t inherit an alpha title.”

“ And you’re not so charitable, Mr. “ Bites at first sight?”
Scoffed the pup. “ You probably threw yourself …you know what? I am coming back, but when you two least expect it. Dick? Stick to staying as far away from that creeper. You know what he is, who he’s hurt before.”

“ He never lied to me, Jay. I need…to be as far away from Bruce and not be called anybody I don’t need to be, especially-

“You are half - a - mega, we all know.”

Dick’s eyes fell. “ So, you get it then…why I’m working here? Why –

“ Why you can’t trust us because of some orientation? Some stupid title that he’s roped you with? Does he take meds now?” Jason kept barking as Dick was forced to clink to Slade’s arm even tighter. “ I think you should go back to your team, Jason. I need time to think…please.”

“ He’s weakened from the damned smog in that undercover operation. You wouldn’t have saved him from it long enough to know what they were planning.”

“ He wouldn’t have made it out without me.”

“ Who says I wanted to leave yet, little wing.”

Jason’s face puckered up as if he’d been bitxh slapped to kingdom come. “ You’re drugged up, I don’t care. Whatever you say –

“ Is what any “omega" might do.” Slade sneered. “ You think like that bat too, so alike. Too bad, he needs someone else. Amscray, pup.” Slade shooed Jason as he growled back, knowing an attack would make matters more hectic. Did Dick not want him around, or was that the drugs?

He….

“ I’ll be back, this won’t be the last you ever hear. Ya hear that, Goldie?” Jason looked over his shoulder as Dick didn’t even look him in the eye.

“ I’m not giving up on you too, night fat – head.” He threw the bird at Slade as Slade, didn’t much take to a new nick name. Dick was half asleep in his arms by the time they made it up to their safe house apartment suite.

Also, there was one more guest uninvited when he opened the door.

Scrolling through Slade’s laptop with the desire to talk all night.

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Who got into the apartment? Find out! This isn’t the end.

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Chapter 26: Troubled Spills Across the Carpet

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Metaphoric chapter title. Gotta love em. Means “ Trouble is afoot.” ( I changed her back story so rich girl would not be in the title I also made her family from a Spanish speaking country in Mexico because it was listed in Prime earth wiki bit others not on pages because I did not see where her roots were in the wiki or pages other than this… If anyone knows, let me know. Her grandfather will be the mayor in this not her dad and immigrants from her grandparents, not her parents. We do not condone what is happening today in the u.s and I would not want ill of these inaccurate parts in her story so do let me know of I should adjust it. This us a favor arc and I have a lot to learn about it. Also, Liu will be the antagonist in this. Roddie is going to poss be a love interest as well later.

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Slade stood still as the last swivel of his computer chair did a turn. She was as he recalled a while ago, Liu, but something about her was seemingly unnatural. “ Deathstroke . Good evening to you too.”

“ We have an anti-theft system. What are you doing here.” Slade huffed. “ Before I call –

“ I am them, you know.” Smiled the haughty vixen. “ And this isn’t my face. Sorry for the scare. Had a call on earlier.”

Peeling back layers of her own…prosthetic mask, Liu was reborn into someone Slade was ever more wary of than the first visitor. Catalina.

“ Why did you come here, to do away with a secret?”

“ NO, no. Nothing like that. Unless you make me want to know, because I already know.” She frowned and pointed at the sleeping ex boy wonder. “ That, is Richard Grayson. Now, Nightwing. And you, Wilson?”

“ You know too much.” Slade brought himself to lower Dick as he reached for his gun.

“ Aim a bit lower than that, old school. The kid is safe. I just want some answers and immediately gone.” “ You won’t get a word until I ask the same. Why did you come here by yourself?”

“ I heard a lot tonight.” Instead, she tapped on her chest where Slade learned the cue, heading to open up Dick’s top to find a bug there. Listening in to every word since that afternoon.

“ Half of one, huh?” She leaned into her wrist as she seemed amused at how on edge her potential ally was getting.

“ You’re an alpha, girl. Why should I give you any of that sympathy you’re looking to have?”

“ None needed, I did find out back during that stunt to expose Nightwing's Omegan side. You never told the cops, or he kins of had it under lock through Val. She’s super sweet and sge hates people like us.”

“ You dressed up as an officer. What background do you have –

“ Former CIA, FBI. They put me under protection for a while until I found a new identity. Liu is not a good kid by the way. I’ve been scoping out what happened and she set Dick into this mess, not me. I was trying to warn –

“ When?” She went quiet to think.

“ When we were alone. You weren’t there.”

“ You could be lying. Why would a possible connection to Blockbuster-

“ I’m in this to take him down.”

“ All the more reason to weaken him with my partner – “ Your, fuck buddy?” She smirked.

“ You never said you touched him, but in the showers at work? He won’t even look down-

Slade let Dick down before pulling out the pistol to keep it on target.

“ A single weapon when I’ve grown up using bigger –

Daring her, he shot the wall as she bit her tongue. “ Dios mio?? What the fuck!?”

“ You won’t be of our interest unless you quit stalking my partner, as in ww are working to see a Blud that can depend on a hero. He’s a bit rusty, mind you for a few days, we’ll need some space to relocate and center our-

“ You’re gonna pull him off the force?”

“ If I have to.” Slade kept the gun up, one more click of it had Cat on edge. “ If he needs to stay pure, then yes. Without Liu chasing us, or you, Nightwing can fly as high as his wings will take him."

“ Are you sure you don’t have a type, or a wild fascination with men dressed in bird suits, papi?” She teased.

“ You like how he goes and has you to save him, while I never wanted him to listen to that bruja.” She admitted. “ Work with me and I can help train your baby bird. I know this city better than you think I should. It was my home, once.”

“ What if you’re caught?” Slade cocked his head, expecting her to listen to her head this time. “Doesn’t mean I have to risk my life to protect you as well, does it? Especially when you’ve stalked my partner to the present time we're currently trying to scale. Should he give a damn to protect you, given the option? Should I tell him what I think?”

“ He’s a hero, and heroes aren’t – Slade tatted her with a wily grin.

“ Ah – ah, my dear. You’re not seeing what I’ve said clearly. Nightwing, won’t be like the bat or his morals. This city is done with that. I’ve given him a taste, bit when it comes to your big thug of an omega handler? He should perish, and I want you…to help in being my protégé’s tipping point.”

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So, Slade us going to expect big things from Catalina and in this, she has a real name. Catalina is a fake one she was given to protect her from the same man she is trying to kill. Through Dick, he may just let her do that. No holds barred.

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Liu threw on her robe and huddled up under the sheets.

“Damn, frosty in May?” She shivered. Liu got in on the line as apparently, Eddie wasn't already pissed about the mission.

~ We said delivery to him, well? Guess what?~

“ What the fuck did you do, Hwang.” She threaded carefully under her jaw. “ Talk.”

~ The omega were freed. All sixteen of them, including that potential-

“ Idiot….we were responsible…” She bit her nail as the night was reading after midnight. Fuck.

~ The one thing we do know, is that Batman won’t let the big boss go. Now that he’s in this city, the stakes are even higher. Who do we call –

“ Call…” She groaned. “ Tell him….” She suddenly stopped. “ Why does it say I’m logged on at “ Eleven?”

Eddie checked and his eyes got big. Very big.

~ Ah, ah…I was talking to –

“ I’m compromised. Find out who, and get back to me tomorrow. I need to rest….fucking mess you all are…”

She dragged a pillow closer to her head and fell into it. The phone fell from her grip as Eddie was in a light panic. He had to heck, and so hack through the night he did. Until four a.m., both were finally as dark as the night sky with their now needed rest.

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Cat was told to leave. She didn’t know how to break it to Deathstroke that this was her time to shine. That she wanted Blockbuster in the ground – but to make Nightwing, kill? Slade…was creating an anti- hero then, not a vigilante.

She made it back to her room as there was a steady beeping in her pocket. She assumed it was too late for anyone to call in the States, so she unlocked her door to find every screen in the red. Hacked, files turning as she flew to save the rest

“ Shut…shut it down! Fuck!” The mess had a red flag of ten on it. Her epicenter for knowing everything about the duo made her even more pissed that this could blow her cover into space. Never to return.

She took measures to burn, clear and wipe as well as took her own knowledge in the hacker's craft to good use. Before it was done, fried devices and buckets of disposed files were now compacted onto drives that only she had access to.

“ I’ll get you, whoever did this to me.” Holding her phone, she saw a message and opened it up.

“ Apartment-

She shut that down and killed her line quickly. Buying a new burner, she still had cash stored. She wasn’t a pauper on the money from former jobs. The sun was coming up as she laid down and thought about what to do next. Buy a burner, go to Dick if he didn’t show, go to Wilson and beg for a break. And…some much needed protection…

“ I need that hero, not this city…” She whispered into her only bed, her lowly life on the run and as that spying dog with a double life to lead. Blockbuster would pay up, and so would his happy little tech mice.

Twins of terror as they’d become since returning to this fucking filth hole she didn’t even…remember it looking like this…

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Cat dreamed of her dad that night. He was playing catch with her even when her brother “Mateo “.

Her grandfather had left them well of but the last of what her father did rocked the foundation. Her mother could not even try to find a good lawyer that would listen, so…her brother had told her that she wasn’t good at catching the ball. He threw it too far, and behind her was a tall blonde statue with a dark suit out by the curb.

She had no reason to be mad until her father came home in his s.u.v and went right up to the man, while Cat went right to her room. Her mother had to tuck her in that night; even she was busy trying to find a way to stave off their escalating debt. The house they had was in a bad location now, yet before, it had never been an issue until Roland Desmond had claimed the area as his territory.

Her father begged him; words of an old mayor in office, her grandfather… pleading, until one night…

“ Papi, no!!”

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She awoke to a cold sweat on her arms and back. Her heart shoved her upright with its bass effects, thus- thumping in harmony with her inner fears.

That could be her next. If Nightwing was the one to get him to beg…maybe, maybe…the nightmares would finally be laid to rest. Just like her papa, her childhood that he had stolen. She’d gone from reform school to juvy until a worker noticed how good she was with sneaking around.

How her pick pocketing got the attention of an official to go to an academy and become a cop? Dick was ten years too young or more as she tries to forget about how they had praised her. How Blockbuster had threatened her fiancé and her family all over again.

~ You think you can be a hero like your pops? He chose for me ta end em, all to keep you begging for that shitty home until I took it away. You got nothing I want…unless, you could come work for me? Give me all yer boss knows so I never have ta bother your familia, as long as I get what I want. Kitty Cat.~

He was wrong. It wasn’t the house but their dignity. Her grandparents had been immigrants from a long time ago, her grandpa even winning a seat to become the Mayor.

A Mexican Immigrant family, making a difference. It was a dream come true and her mother once had told her about all if the wonderful events and things she used to wear as a child.

They said that Desmond’s own dad got to her grandfather, scared him so that he owed the man millions. In the end, that broke his heart and left her family in a sea of debt. Her father, the newly addition had a trouble he’d not known how to quell. Being a damned hero all the time.

He went to Desmond and made a deal to work under him, saving them while the debt never seemed to decrease. They found out about the blackmail and the police got involved, only before…

Her father had been shot, no words uttered as her brother and she were taken in by the Flores family. It wasn’t her last name that was real, her maiden name was why she’d never taken it back. Catalina was Catalina, for now. FBI, trained to take out the worst with whatever means that meant.

“ I’ll make sure you pay….”

She gritted her fists, the sun blinding as six turned to “ time to go to work.”

“ I won’t rest until my grandfather’s ghost is laughing at you from heaven.”

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My beliefs are the energy we have is recycled in a never-ending spiral that gives back to the planet we are meant to feed it after death so a heaven is just gratification for humans, but the astral planes or planes of existence without these sort of realms as good and evil because that is a human construct? Then, yes. Spirits and medium I do know and it is an inheritance of a train from parents. The mind is incredibly resilient yet who would want to see themselves out of body? Not me. Have had precognition dreams before though. Fun stuff. Find out!

Chapter Text

Chapter 27 /> Alpha , Beta But Never an Omega

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Chapter 27: Down Time Is Over Time by Rite

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Roots of corruption were her first ticket in. She remembered the looks of the older staff, of Valentine and her eye brow raised in Cat's direction.

Back then, there was less representation if race and diverse cops in the field. Back then, her past was behind her.

Today, it was time to dig up whatever she could to turn on the charm of a false spy. C. I. A.

F. B. I.

Ryan, that wasn't who he really was. She saw that man taking him in, coddling the hell out of him, body and…

And, it reeked of a pair, undivided.

Had they….?

She shook her head, the call going through.

Dick rolled over in the finest of mattresses that he'd not ordered. Never. This was…

He jolted up, finding a bed post handy as his chest heaved for breath. " Fuck…are you trying to –

" I was simply waiting." Slade tilted his head to the side, a leg under him as he moved to dip the bed, standing and leaving Grayson to get over the mild shock.

" You had a message and it's not in my best interest. You may want to get that."

By the side of the bed was his cell as Dick launched himself towards it, Slade allowing the attack on such a pesky and useful trinket.

" Don't, eavesdrop. You do that."

" To keep our contract secured? Why would I not at least watch you squirm a bit longer." Chuckled the man as he waved to go. " Take what time you need, kid."

Dick let out a breath as the ringer buzzed on the device.
" What do I do? It's my boss -

" Pick it up, copper." Slade clicked his tongue with a mocking wink, waving a salute before Dick was to his in peace. With a Valentine he didn't ask for.
/

Damian found Bruce in the cave, going after a few photos from the images taken , the screen on the bat computer showed so many omega in fear of their keepers, in euphoria that was forced, unnatural.

Dick couldn't be out there. This town….Todd had to talk.
" Jason."

Dami peered to see the helmet coming off of Hood's head, his midnight run bearing little to him.

" B, I think we should go back. Track down -

" Blockbuster, what do you know about him through your…" Bruce created his throat. " Jason, if you know as much as I think –

" I don't , not really. This guy us a new one. Ugly too."
Snorted Jason. " That fucker had a Christmas list that involved pegging every omega in that joint. You think Dami is, okay – ish?"

" He is fine, the solution left his system. But , I took a sample."

" And?"

" Tim and Barbara think the pheromone base has a very concentrated essence. Therefore, it could linger."

" Did you test it? Should I try to…you know –

" No, he's an Alpha. So are you." Bruce shook his head. So was Bruce, lime father like son.

All but Dick, Tim and the others.

" I could do it. I mean, what do I have ta –

" Nothing, not now." Bruce grunted and jabbed a key to show the formula up close to his old partner.

" That's….what DNA whatever is that?"

" No, molecular. A base that holds to omega and seems to be only for them. That is why knowing what Dami is, he shouldn't be worried. I think though…" Bruce rubbed his chin. " It might be fine, unless he's around any omega for any days after exposure."

"Toxic, virus, you mean?"

Bruce shook his head. " No, it's not on his clothing. He's been decontamination since the event. The thing I meant was if he inhaled some if it, or if those omega –

" You think they're now walking around with ….targets?"

" Or ways to be tracked down, by their prior captor. The one responsible for this racket."

The scent of an Omega in full cycle meant to be ever vigilant. When Barbara had come to have her first heat, her father had sprayed her down until he'd sworn off of cigars for life.

At school, Dick had been friends with everyone, but the bullies flocked, making Jason a big component in stopping them. Period.

Even if he was maybe a year or two behind, it sucked. Literally. Cass and Stephanie both had to help one another, Cass being an unknown until she'd found that her nausea was something else.

It wouldn't be soon yet. Stephanie was aggressive, irritable and if anything happened to them…

Bruce would turn full blood hound on the entire world order. Crushing those that called omega a lesser species.

But Dick was going to be Nineteen and then, what? What about a horn and angry seventeen-year-old Jason? Or at fifteen, Tim at sixteen going on seventeen, or Steph as the youngest – Cass being even younger while Damian had not had his first rut yet-

" B. I can tell you're freaking out over us."

Bruce looked at his son, then back to the case images. Images of souls stolen, like Dick was right now without knowing it.

" Wilson will use him. He'll get everything right because Dick can say all he wants that he's not being threatened. He was bit-

" Cool. It." Jason put up a finger. " He never asked, but that pheromone. Could it be maybe…"

" Condition…." Bruce gasped. " No. It…." He hung his head. " Dick's been under it, this whole time."

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Slade let the kid eat, shit, getting out of his hair as he went out for a bit to make a call of his own. Jacket on, he didn't try to play coy.

Someone might tell the difference.

He made his way to a seeder spot in Haven, a place he'd gone to upon noticing that the kid's…he'd gone dry. That wasn't to say he wasn't aware of what he was after – Deathstroke needed a puppet prince to parade around. He needed a compliant piece of ass to make the Bat squirm. He needed that same drug that had Dick claiming he felt " tons" better, when really?

It was doing its job.

Over Time, he'd cement them as a powerful duo in the mayoral races, but first?

With a special knock, he wasn't inside for that. It was a back door clinic. The kind for bad pet handlers of the only breed they worked with.

Omega.

" Ah, you can come in the back now, Mr. Anderson."

Slade checked his phone, ignoring the text to pick up burritos from a restless figure in his bed.

/

The clinic table was what you'd see of any doctor's office. Same smells, minus the scent of the wrong kind of blood.

" You've been handling his care I see. The data we've collected shows he's not ready."

" I know, and it's a problem." Slade told the illegal practitioner. " The pills I was sold were supposed to slowly increase his levels without the " heat" side effects, and the heat I wanted wasn't supposed to happen right away. It worked –

"His blood had known traces of alcohol in it. Sugars that would become dangerous if that were intended. " Frowned the doctor back. " If you want the patient well enough to conceive when that time comes to take them off their " placebo" pills, you'll know that the one carrying should NEVER put their health at risk –

" It won't happen again."

" Another thing." The doctor put a finger to their chin. " There was a strange chemical in their blood through the last reading. I know you did not use a pheromone to speed up the process –

" What d –

Slade sat back, recalling Nightwing in the bar. The scent of Alpha at his back.

" He…snuck out. Little tramp." Slade grumbled to not be heard.

" I'm adjusting the dosage to avoid the counter – effects of a possible pre- heat."

" He hasn't been, wet." Slade told the male. " At most, I would know just from his scent spiking up."

" You told me he was an odd case. A – half – mega? Half – Beta, correct?"

" You do have a decent memory, doctor." Slade snorted with a willing smirk. " Is that why –

" If he had a vulva or any parts, it would be saturated at this time. But, he does not so I implore you to do your own research about male omega cycles in the meantime."

" My last son was one. He had a late heat, I was not really there for it."

" Well, there you go." The ended with a smile that was too insincere. He knew why Slade was here, and his money was all that counted.

" Get the new dose in his as soon as possible. One is also going to help regulate the hormones a bit. After all, a pre heat in male half – megas may be….special."

/
Dick had found the only crunchy, starchy thing in the cupboards that Slade would dare to keep. Cinnamon rusks, like air popped cakes but harder.

He chewed on one, feeling pecking while wanting to shake off the blued and hop through a window in his suit. If he did , Slade would have the ride if hid life all over the city. He also had Midnighter. And whoever he kept Dick from before…he could still smell other alphas on the wall where they had leaned to have their way. His eyes saw the cell buzzing as Dick caught the call.

" Rod?"

~ We really aren't on a first name basis, Ryan? Come on, but wait. I need to talk to you –

" I'm on shift t –

~ Your uncle or whatever, he's a creep. My nose is pretty good, but when Val scented me off , she said to go shower, like she'd touched a serial murderer. You gotta get me the name of that guy. I'm-

" He is family and I'm not I'm any danger. He did box, a few years back."

~ He's ex-army, Ryan! I saw how he looked at me when you were not in. I mean, what does he do? The rent? At least let me stop by, see if you're not still out of it from the last job….~

" I…I'm sorry, Roddy. I'm coming in tomorrow I can't have you stepping foot here while he's out getting groceries."

~ Whatever you're hiding, I get that….but if he's hurt you in any way –

The call swapped as Dick saw the I.D

" He's calling now, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

It was four pm and he'd slept for close to a day and a half. Rodriguez was so clingy, so…she was a Beta, sure. It was trustworthy, and the only other thing was Cat depending on him having a house call. To him.

The door jangle as Dick went to check the hole –

She didn't!

The phone rang as Dick pressed it, hearing that Slade was walking.

Shit….shit ….he wasn't coming back?

" We….um, have a guest –

~ Don't let them in until I get back.~

" But!-

The dial tone started as Dick bolted from the door, throwing the device onto the bed before stomping over to the door, biting his fist.

" Fuck….fuck, fuuck …."

He looked at the clock as the worst vane over him. The person, went away.

Then, a latch by the window sounded, catching his ear.

Dick ran to wrench it back, seeing a face as it opened with one tug upwards. " You're dealing with a guest, quiero. Be nice –

Dick shoved himself back, catching the bedpost as her suit spiked right up his adrenaline.

" Is he home yet? Your benefactor told me to meet back."

" I never said a thing." Slade's keys were tossed into a dish by the door, his hand held a paper white bag and the other sett of fingers had a take out bag with the scent of beef, chicken and chili peppers.

" Is she –

" That Alpha." Slade nodded.

" Come eat while we discuss matters, privately."

" No, I'm staying to listen. There shouldn't be you cavorting with my coworker, unc."

Dick glared at the man as Slade rudely, dejectedly. dropped the food into the hero's lap. " Enjoy." He bitterly ordered, not seeing the kid bat a lash.

" I will, while you sit and tell me what the hell is going on."

/

So, back alley doctors, Bruce making a huge discovery about why Dick is somehow " changing" slowly and acting as Nightwing the way he's only seen or felt to be exact since the club incident.

Slade reveals to Dick his possible nee ally, and a way to get what he wants is still in one pull bottle – complete control of his half – mega charge.

Roddy needs to be extra careful around Slade. Or, whom else? …

Find out!