Male reader imagines

I like to think you would be a Gotham local, because of the whole, anti-meta thing and all that. You'd be from a poor family, maybe even from crime alley, meaning you slide under the radar for a long time. 

It's only when you start working for different rogues that you start gathering attention. At first they’d assume you were man-bat who somehow got out of Arkham, or wherever he’s kept. 

Except for the fact that your ‘bat’ form is different. It looks better put together, more solid and sleek. Where Man-bat looks like a vampire bat, you look more like a giant golden-crowned flying fox. 

There's still a vague human shape to you, as well as you having arms and legs alongside wings. And of course, the obvious intelligence in your eyes and actions. 

They also discover you have abilities aside from the usual flight, like Bane level strength, and speed that outpaces any normal rogue. 

In the beginning you try to avoid hurting them too much, since chances are, you’re a young teen yourself. Hurting someone is just wrong, but you have your reasons to do what you do. 

As you get older, and more bats appear, you start to do your own thing as a criminal. At this point Red Hood would have rocked up to crime alley and started taking over. 

Your family would be dead, or have disowned you because of your ‘disability’, so you slink into the shadows and keep doing what you’ve always done. The only thing you feel you’re good at. 

As time passes you also get more violent. As the world gets crueler to you, even when you aren’t in your bat form, the crueler you get in return.  

You’ve always looked a little off-putting, with red rims around your irises, and sharper than average fangs and nails that naturally grow sharp and hooked. 

Sometimes you don’t even know why you keep hunting and stealing. It's all you have left, and feels like your only purpose. Chances are you just hang out your stolen goods to those who need them, because you don’t. The less fortunate will jokingly call you their batman. 

The bats have obviously kept track of you all these years, they may even have figured out who you were but left you be because your crimes were mostly theft. So, it becomes clear when you get more wreckless and careless. 

Maybe the last good family member you have died, maybe they even died during a rogue attack, and the only thing you can do is blame the bats for not stopping this rogue, for letting them live long enough to kill that one person.

It would be your first true rampage. People of Gotham have gotten used to the shape of your wings compared to man-bat, and have stopped worrying quite as much, but this night they’ll regret not running. 

Your eyes are glowing red as you shriek, the pitch high enough to blow out ear-drums and shatter glass, as you tear through the night. You don’t know if it’s to kill the rogue, the bats, or yourself, all you have is grief and pain. 

Your powers are pushed past limits never pushed before, as you almost decapitate Batman, had he not been fast enough. The only reason their ears survive is thanks to working alongside people with shriek-based abilities before, but that doesn’t save the innocents nearby. 

Out of them all, it’s Damian who tracks down why you’ve snapped. And sadly, he understands. Damian can only imagine what it would be like to lose the only person you have left, something he too fears on the regular. 

Bruce can only regret not reaching out to you sooner, because maybe if you’d had them, this wouldn’t be what broke you. 

At some point they have to use the bat-jet to keep up with you, as you slice through the sky, crashing through skyscrapers and ripping apart infrastructure, searching for the rogue that killed your family member. 

I like to think it’s Jason who finally talks you down when they get so far, because he gets it. He wants the rogues dead too, but look around you. So many people have gotten hurt and for what? 

Being a fellow crime alley brat means Jason has a different way into your grief-stricken mind. It's not enough to get you back to your full self, but it does calm you enough for them to use Killer croc level tranqs on you. 

Normally, the bats would take you to Arkham, but some parts of them don’t want to. In the end you’re brought to the cells in the batcave, so they can keep an eye on you, and help you if possible. 

For a while you stay in your giant bat form, curled up in a corner and looking mean and miserable. You'll cry when you think nobody is watching, because it’s all you can do. 

Damian brings you papaya and banyan tree fruits, because he read that the bat you look like eats those, and what can I say, Dami has a soft spot for creatures looked down on by others. 

You don’t really need the diet of a bat, you actually prefer a bloody diet or just meat in general, but you do eat the fruit, letting the sweet taste help you forget for a bit. 

Each bat comes by and just sits with you. Some talk, some don’t, some play on their phones or read books. But they spend time with you, never seeing you as lesser for being a ‘monster’. 

When you finally transform back into yourself, you look worse to wear. No matter your body type, you’ll still look starved, dirty and hollowed out. You are also completely naked. 

Like this you can talk better, though you say little. After some more time and testing, the bats just kinda, accept you into their fold. It's kinda like being pulled into a bat colony, which maybe it is, in a way. 

Having so little hope means you don’t really fight it, even as Bruce helps you bathe, or Alfred cooks you a meal that makes you feel full for the first time in your life, or when Steph files and paints your nails, or when Damian reads bat facts to you from a well-loved book. 

It's... nice. To be part of something, even though you like to hang upside down from the rafters in the room you were given, and you have a habit of hoarding food under your unused bed, which then rots. 

Being with the bats slowly warms you from the inside. And yeah, you get a lot of lectures about your actions, and why you shouldn’t do them again, and it’s fine. 

They never make you feel wrong or gross for being what you are, or when you feel more comfortable as a massive human-ish shaped bat. It feels almost like being part of a family.

You never really thought about returning to crime, as long as the batfam wanted you around. That is until multiple rogues have gotten out of Arkham, and most of your new family are hurt and in danger. 

It's not even a question if you’ll go. Alfred knows this too, and is at least smart enough to help you kit up, as well as your bat form can. 

It’s mainly belts with supplies, and of course, a bat shaped domino mask, to go with theme. 

Your body is pushed to the same extreme limits as your last appearance, but this time it’s to help, not destroy. Rogues like The Joker and Penguin are easier to take out with brute force, and your shrieks and extreme speed. It's mainly surprise that does them in, having not expected you. 

Killer Croc and Mr freeze are harder, but you get it done. Even if you’re left covered in freezer burns and claw marks, your family is safe. 

Out of all the rogues who escaped, Man-bat is one of them, and the two of you tear into each other in the night sky. It's a very bloody and intense sight, and the few people still out and about during the night can only stand and stare. 

You barely get to land, more so crash, when Man-bat is finally defeated, before you collapse.  

Luckily the bats have been tracking and following the fight, so they get to work securing man-bat, and making sure you’re okay, as well as covering you with Bruce’s cape when you swap back to your human form. They really have to work on that if you want to start doing vigilante work.

You end up getting a scolding from Bruce when you make up back at the batcave, because that was such a bad idea. You have no real training and could have gotten hurt a lot worse or even died. 

You can visibly see him melt a little when you argue back that it was to help your family, as it’s the first time you’ve called them all that. 

After that night, you healing, and a lot of training from the bats, but also other league friends, you can finally take a step into professional hero-work. Or well, as professional as illegal vigilante work can be. 

You do end up getting a suit, kinda. On your bat form it looks more like a wing cover and a scarf, but it warps into a suit in your human form. Don't ask how it works, but it does. 

Somehow you end up getting on really well with heroes like Martian Manhunter and Red Tornado. A strange friendship is kicked up between you and King Shark too. 

Old habits are still present, and you find yourself leaning towards violence when things get too complicated, but your new family loves you anyways. And hey, you and Jason can bond over thinking lethal force is great sometimes. 

You're also get a bit too excited when you see shitty plastic toys of you in a kids meal at Bat-burger. That's what makes it feel like you really made it.  

Along with the family celebrating your birthday, and giving you more gifts than you know what to do with. They'll claim it’s to make up for all the years of missed gifts.  

I honestly think not being able to smell would be seen as a disability in an omegaverse setting. Especially in my omegaverse setting, where scent can be seen as a major part of conversation and relationships. 

It wouldn’t be outright world ending, but you would struggle to form bonds like others, and the importance of scent just never really mattered to you. 

It does mean you end up seen as an outsider in some situations, because most relationships, even professional, use scents in small ways. If you’re an alpha or omega it may be worse, as you wouldn’t notice your own scent, which can come across as rude. 

Or, maybe you don’t produce much scent, since you don’t make any to respond to other peoples scents, ya know? It's there, but just kinda flat and unmoving. 

Not being able to smell would make you pretty good in the medical field, or maybe law, since you can’t be pushed around by overbearing scents, or made to panic because of scents. 

Maybe that’s your job, working as medical for the Ottawa centaurs, since there’s still some discrimination against your condition. You've simply taken to wearing scent patches and using scent-dulling soaps. At this point people can’t tell what your secondary gender is. 

It makes you very good at your job, but also extremely oblivious to flirting, especially alpha and omega flirting. A lot of flirting from those two genders are very scent based, and your blunted nose means you don’t notice any of it. 

Like sure, you overhear Boodram groan at somebody stinking up the place like an overbearing alpha, or see how Luca seems to preen and flutter like a flower when Shane scents him.  

To you it’s just parts of life you’ll never be able to enjoy. You may have struggled with it a lot as a kid and teen, but now as a fully grown adult you’ve come to accept this part of yourself. 

It does mean that poor Shane and Ilya have to get creative with their flirting, aka, flirting like it’s a non omegaverse world. They actually have to talk about it, gasp, the horror. 

But one thing leads to another, and you actually agree. You can’t smell them when you do, but you get a feeling they would smell happy. Troy tells you later, when you’re doing a check up on an old knee injury, that Ilya stank like a proud preening alpha. 

Dating not only an omega, but also an alpha, does awaken old insecurities you thought you had moved past. It's hard not to, with scent being so important to those secondary genders.  

Something curls in your chest when you see them scent each other, or when they scent you. It feels like shame and insecurity. You even find yourself going down rabbit holes, reading vague blogposts are ways to ‘fix’ you, even though its all bogus. 

Your lovers make it very clear that your inability to smell doesn’t matter, but you see how they instinctively preen when you play along.  

Shane arches into you when you act like you’re sniffing his neck, or when you rub your chin against his scent gland. Ilya rumbles all happy when you bite at his wrists or neck, and always rubs against you. 

It makes you feel kinda lacking sometimes, especially during heats and ruts. At that point you do remember you have a scent, you just can’t smell it, and it’s kinda flat, like a soda without bubbles. 

That won’t matter though, since both your partners are ready to climb the walls when you peel off the thick scent blockers and stop using the neutralizing soaps. 

To others your scent may be off-putting or boring, but Ilya and Shane don’t do shit halfway, and will notice the small changes to it to go along with your mood, because they’re freaks like that. 

When it does click for them how much they struggle, the three of you try to find different ways to build something.  

Even with your struggles you do have some sense of taste, just not as detailed as others. But they start looking for things that taste like their scents, or close to it. It's a bit weird, but it does make your hear squeeze, to see how hard they try. 

Or you guys find physical things or activities that become as important as scenting. They can get real creative, and if you guys run out of ideas, then Shane knows how to google. 

All in all, I don’t think it would be easy to live in the omegaverse without a sense of smell, but Ilya and Shane won’t let that stop them from loving you, and trying to find ways to make you feel as deeply connected to them as they do to you. 

And yeah, you’ll have to keep scent neutralizer in your car from now on, after more than one member of the team have gagged and groaned about how much you stink of Hollander and Rozanov.