I just found your omegaverse, and I'm mainly interested in the nopack AU and JU Polycule Pack. And I can't stop thinking about it, and since my favorite character is Captain Marvel, I can't stop putting him in the AU in my head.
Likeā¦ The League is in a happy polyamorous relationship, but then there's Cap, and there's something about him that prevents them from including him. Maybe he smells like a puppy even though he looks like a 29-year-old man, I don't know. I just know they don't know he's a child, but they don't include him in the romantic relationship because something about the idea feels wrong, but he's still part of the pack.
And maybe they treat him like a puppy despite his size and looks. Maybe he lets everyone pamper him, and he smells like a puppy and like every member of the Justice League. And I can't stop thinking about the Batkids meeting him. This grown man who smells like a puppy and like their father, who is pampered by their father but they aren't.
I don't know, this got too long, but it's my first time doing this. Oh well! :3
@gosuccatoe ..55? (I lost count)
Tim paces the length of the room, phone pressed to his ear. The dull ringing mocks him, and he seethes, phone case creaking under his grip.
There's a faint click, and beneath his anger he rejoices. He didn't think the phone would be picked up, and knows it's a good sign that it was, but he is just so mad.
"This better be good," Hal warns.
Tim doesn't bother to restrain the growl that rips through his chest. "Get Marvel away from Bruce before I kill him."
Hal is quiet, and Tim feels his anger simmer as he just listens to the man's quiet breathing. "Now why would I do that?"
Right on cue, a howl cuts through the flat, and Tim darts a look towards the far door, listening to the following yells.
"Would that be the 'why' by any chance?" Hal drawls.
"You know damn well it is."
"Maybe if you weren't so insistent on spying on Bruce it wouldn't be an issue."
Damian yells, and Tim resists the drag of instinct trying to pull him into the other room to help. The others have it handled. They have to.
"Dammit, Jordan," Tim snarls, and still when his phone beeps quietly. "He hung up," he voices in disbelief, clutching the phone.
He sinks into a crouch in front of the stretching wall of windows, the building across the street blurring as tears fill his eyes. He thought they were getting better.
At the gala two weeks ago, Bruce didn't seem to mind their presence when they guarded him from the alpha challenge fight that broke out. And it was endearing, seeing how the polycule he apparently ended up in came out to protect him, not to mention the sweet moment between J'onn and Bruce as he introduced his new alpha to high society.
They thought they were getting better.
They were learning to step back and reevaluate Bruce's place in their lives, and had come together as a pack to show that they could be trusted to have Bruce in their lives again. By all appearances, it was working, until...
Tim looks at the obliterated pair of binoculars on the floor.
Buying a flat opposite Bruce's penthouse is not a decision Tim can say he regrets. Or, he wouldn't have said it until tonight. Maybe if they hadn't been here, they could have lived in denial about Bruce replacing them.
Seeing the way Bruce curled around Marvel, rubbing his chin on top of the grown man's head like he was his a pup ignited a fury unlike anything Tim's ever felt before in his stomach, and its embers still burn within him now, listening to the sounds from the next room over, graduated from screaming yowls to bawling, which he isn't sure is better.
His phone rings, and he resists the urge to throw it out the window when he sees Hal's number flash back up.
There's silence on the other end, then Tim collapses onto his ass as the voice that reaches his ear.
Bruce is quiet for a beat. "Clark said Damianā"
"Y-yeah." Tim scrambles to his feet, nearly falls over again, and darts across to the closed door. "Bruce, God."
He knocks on the door, completely out of pattern as his hand shakes and thumps awkwardly against the wood. A few seconds trickle by as Tim savours every brief sound from Bruce's end of the phone, until the door opens.
He darts past Jason, across the room, and drops to his knees next to Damian. He's curled into Duke's arms, but Tim reaches out, plucking him from the embrace and wrangling his gangly limbs into his lap as he falls back against the bed. Damian doesn't even fight it, utterly defeated, and just sinks into his chest with a plaintive whine.
"He's with me," Tim says, bringing the phone closer and putting it on speaker.
The attention of the room zeroes in on the device, and Tim knows none of them will expect the voice on the other end.
The kid nearly headbutts Tim as he shoots upright. The phone is snatched from Tim's grasp, clutched close. "Father?"
"I am not replacing you with Billy," Bruce assures. "You are irreppacable, sugar. All of you are."
Tim feels warmth surround him on every side as the pack presses close, desperate to get closer to Bruce's voice.
"It was not a replacement when I took any of you in, and that stands true now. Billy is notā he is not my pup, he is simply a pup currently in my circle. Please, kids, believe me, I would notā Not without talking to you, not now."
Cass' fingers stroke the side of the phone reverently. "You lookedā"
"I know." Tim swears he hears a whine, and everyone presses closer at the implication of Bruce in pain. "I...I miss you kids, more than you can possibly imagine. I did all of this for you."
"You need an outlet for it." Jason's voice surprises him, and the other alpha leans down over the bed, resting his head on Tim's shoulder. "You care for him, he's your friend. But in our absenceā"
"I have a lot of new instincts and nowhere to put them. Billy isā He is being very kind by letting me... He is not a replacement. He is not a placeholder either. I'm not sure what he is, yet. But I... I love you. All of you. And I need you to know that. Clark said he could hear you howling, and Hal suggested I call. I."
Tim listens to Bruce as his sentences break down, and pokes Damian's side. He was the one that probably caught Clark's attention anyway, still suffering through his volatile presentation year, trying to march off for a Challenge as soon as he saw the motherly embrace Bruce offered his teammate.
"I believe you, Father. And I trust you. Even if..." The young alpha chews his lip. "Even if you never returned to us, I know you love us."
The pack stiffens at the implication none of them had voiced yet, then moreso when a small cry sounds from the phone.
There's an undignified scramble for the device, and Tim manages to retain possession of it, listening to the device get jostled on the other side, too.
"Wait," Hal hisses. "Be quiet, and listen."
"Let me go home. Let me go home, or I swear to God, Diā get off me, Barry! J'onn, makeā"
"Trust me. Trust me. Soon, my heart."
"If you're lying," Bruce snarls, "I will cut your knot off."
A door slams in the background of the call, and multiple quiet, pained groans sound from Bruce's partners.
"You're close," Hal whispers into the phone, smile audible. "Bring it home, kids."
