omega Jason Todd week 2026

A/N: Me? Posting something that's not been sitting in my WIP folder for months? It's more likely than you think. (Ignore the fact that its late for OJTW tho… and I have 2 more I'm working on for the event as well…) Anyway, Idk what to say other than I hope y'all enjoy! Omega Jason Todd Week Day 5: Jason Doesn’t Know What Heat Is | Knotting Calms Omegas Down | Jason Present During Under The Red Hood | Pack Omega | Jason Returns To Gotham With A Baby

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Dick knows something happened during the showdown between Batman and Red Hood. It's obvious in the way Bruce has done nothing but brood in the cave since he returned that night. Not that that in and of itself is unusual, but combined with the sudden lack of violence from the Crime Lord it indicates that something must have occurred between the two.

When Dick asked B about it, he had been met with denial. Dick almost went off at the man for that. He wanted to scream at him to just let him in just once goddamnit. But he held himself back.

Instead, he convinced the older man to take a break, to go upstairs to eat some food and get some rest. It took time, effort, and Alfred, but he managed to get him to listen. Which led Dick to where he is now, sitting in front of the Batcomputer and pulling up the file Bruce keeps on Red Hood.

Dick expected to be down here a while, decrypting hidden files and searching through pages of information and hours of cowl footage just to find anything about what happened that night. Instead, he is immediately met with his answer.

Alias: Red Hood Name: [Awaiting DNA Confirmation] Designation: Previously Unpresented. Omega as of XX-XX-XXXX

Dick freezes, trying to make sense of what he's seeing. Last Dick knew, the designation of Red Hood was unknown, with a high likelihood of being alpha. But if this document is to believed… Red Hood presented as Omega only days ago. The same day as the confrontation between him and Batman.

It doesn't make sense to Dick. This whole time, the Bats have been under the assumption that Red Hood is at least in his thirties. He can't possibly be younger than twenty-five. If he's only just presenting now…

Dick feels his chest tighten, his inner Alpha screaming for him to protect the presenting pup man. Dick can only imagine what the omega's body and mind is going through right now, presenting so late in life. And being a Crime Lord can't be conducive to a comfortable presentation, let alone when presenting as an omega.

Dick isn't really sure why he cares. It's not like Red Hodd is someone Dick should be worried about. If anything, this means the man will be down for the count while he goes through his presentation heat, allowing the bats to work in the alley a bit. But Dick's instincts revolt at the idea of using an omega's heat against them. An omega in heat should be protected and taken care of, not taken advantage of.

And Dick doubts the man has anyone taking care of him.

He's moving before he can even register it. He doesn't have any plans, any ideas of how to go about this. All he knows is that he needs to find Red Hood, and he needs to help him through his presentation.

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It takes Dick most of the night to track down Red Hood. The Bats had narrowed down some possible safehouses for the man, and Dick managed to narrow them down even further based on things like security and what would be most comfortable for spending one's heat. In the end, Dick had three safehouses to search through.

He finds the man in the second one.

The man he sees inside of the apartment is young. No, not man. The pup. Because even just seeing him from the back at this distance, Dick can tell he's barely older than eighteen. Dick would have questioned if this pup was actually the Red Hood if it wasn't for the helmet laying abandoned on the floor next to him.

Despite everything, some of Dick's anxiety is soothed at the discovery that Red Hood is so young. Sure, he's still too old to ideally be presenting, but it's not as uncommon as if he had been in his thirties like originally estimated. But he's not soothed enough to stop himself from disabling the security in the window and sliding into the apartment.

Red Hood doesn't react to his entrance. Honestly, Dick's not even sure he notices him. He's too busy bustling around the one room apartment, grabbing blankets and pillows and throwing them onto the mattress that sits on the ground. He stops only to throw his sweat soaked shirt onto the pile before continuing his quest to create a nest with what meager supplies he has. His pants are still on, thankfully, but that means his guns are still holstered in place as well.

Dick is about to say something, let the omega know he's there before he scares him too much, but he's stopped by the scent that fills the air. There's the obvious smell of an omega on the edge between preheat and proper heat. There is also the last trace of milk signifying this as a presentation heat. But the scent beneath that all…

"Little Wing?" Dick can't stop the whisper from leaving his lips.

The omega before him whirls around, guns pulled out of their holsters in a blink and now aimed at Dick. Dick pays them no mind, however, in the face of someone he thought he'd never see again.

"Jason…" he breathes again, taking in the grown face of his younger brother. Sure, his eyes are tinted green and there's a section of white in his hair, but everything else is exactly as Dick remembers, albeit older and matured.

And that scent…

"How the fuck did you find me?" Jason, oh God that's Jason, growls at him, the scent of anger overpowering even the smell of heat permeating through the room.

Dick can't bring himself to answer, too busy taking in every detail he can of his younger brother. None of the scars on his body are ones Dick recognizes, familiar ones gone and replaced with ones that Dick doesn't know the stories behind. Dick doesn't know how it's possible, that Jason is here. That he remains so familiar, yet oh so different. But he doesn't care.

"Answer me, damnit." Jason yells, bringing Dick's attention back to his face and his eyes. "Did Bruce send you? Did he tell you how badly I failed, and you decided to rub it in my face?"

"What?" Dick shakes his head to get himself to focus on the conversation at hand instead of the differences between the man before him and the pup of his memories. "No! Bruce didn't tell me anything. I saw his files on you and I just…"

"You just what?"

"I saw Red Hood presented as omega and wanted to help him."

Jason lets out a deep snarl and Dick barely has time to dodge as the other comes barreling towards him. He blocks another hit as Jason twirls around to attack him once more. Dick grabs Jason's wrist as he goes to throw a punch at his face.

"What the fuck, Jay?" Dick yells at the omega, struggling to keep him in place as Jason thrashes his arms around.

"All you alphas are the same," Jason screams, still trying to escape Dick's hold. Dick has to wrestle the man to the floor and pin his arms behind his back to prevent him from getting out and attacking Dick once more. "Thinking an omega being in heat is automatic permission to shove your knot in them."

Dick yelps as Jason tries to jerk out of his hold. "No, Jay! It's not like that!"

"Oh really?" Jason's thrashing continues, despite him likely knowing how improbable it is that he can break out from under Dick. "What else could you possibly mean by 'helping out' while I'm in heat?"

And yeah, Dick can see how Jason could've reached that conclusion. Still, it hurts to think his Little Wing would think so low of him as to assume he would rape an omega in heat.

"I thought Hood was a lot older than you are, Jay. Someone presenting at that age could have serious medical issues, and anything could've gone wrong. I never once thought to take advantage like that."

"Why the fuck would you care?" The thrashing has lessened now, but not completely stopped. Neither has the anger pulsing through the omega's scent. "Wouldn't it make things easier for you if Red Hood was out of the game?"

"I couldn't leave someone to suffer like that. No matter who it is." All the fight leaves Jason at this point. Dick can't help the breath of relief at that. Jason's grown since the last time Dick saw him, and holding him down like this is not as easy as it used to be.

Jason doesn't answer right away, and it leaves them in an awkward silence. Dick is still pinning Jason, too afraid of what the omega will do if he frees him now.

The scent of anger in the air still hasn't gone away, but Dick realizes with a start that the scent of heat has come back full swing, all traces of milk and preheat gone completely now. Jason starts wiggling in his grasp again, although this time Dick can tell it's not all him trying to escape.

Dick hears Jason try to stifle a whine, and decides to break their silence. "Jay?"

"Fuck off," is the immediate response, despite Jason clearly no longer wanting to leave his position. In fact, Dick can feel the omega starting to grind down onto the carpet below them, desperate for friction. He's unsuccessful, if the frustrated keens he lets out is any indication.

"If I let you go," Dick asks slowly, "how likely are you to attack me again?"

"I don't fucking know." Jason wiggles again. "Between the pit and this fucking heat, I'm just as likely to punch you in the face as I am to sit on your knot."

Dick tries to ignore the twitch his cock gives at that second half of the sentence and instead focuses on the first. "Pit?"

"The fucking Lazarus Pits, what else?" And yeah, that does explain some things. The anger, the eyes, the fact that Jason is here at all.

"Oh Little Wing…" Dick doesn't know what else to say at the revelation.

"Shut the fuck up, Dickhead."

Dick takes a moment to think. He really wants to talk to Jason, learn exactly what happened to him, what happened between him and Bruce, what turned Jason into the man he is now. But he also knows that he's not going to get very far with all the different emotions going on in the omega's head.

The omega… who's still writhing beneath him in an attempt to alleviate the heat in his core.

"Jay…" Dick starts carefully. "I can help you settle a bit so we can talk, but I don't know if you'll like the method."

Jason freezes, and Dick can smell a surge of anxiety and fear coming from him. Beneath that, though, there is a pulse of something else. Something that makes Dick think there's a shot of this working.

"You don't have to if you really don't want to," Dick placates, "but you know as well as I do that a knot is the easiest way to help calm an omega."

"You said you didn't come here for that," Jason's voice is venom, and Dick quickly tries to soothe him.

"I didn't. I promise, Little Wing." Dick lets his scent send out a wave of safe pack help, trying to settle the omega's worries. "You have to believe me. I would never purposefully approach a random omega during heat for the sole purpose of hurting them."

"But-"

"But" Dick cuts off Jason's rebuttal, "you're not a random omega. You're my Little Wing. My pack. And I don't want to hurt you. But, at this rate, there's a chance it comes to that if you attack me again."

Dick runs a wrist along the side of Jason's neck, scenting him softly. "Let me help you, Jay. We can talk after."

Jason is quiet for a while. Even his movements have remained still in the aftermath of their discussion. He finally seems to make a decision when he oh so gently lifts his hips to grind back against Dick's cup. Dick doesn't feel it, of course, but the action alone has blood rushing to his cock.

"Try anything funny and I'll shoot you," is all the verbal permission Dick needs to lean down and rub his cheek against the back of Jason's neck. He nips gently at his scruff, feeling the omega relax instinctively at the feeling. Jason lets out a small keen.

"Shhh, Little Wing. I've got you." Dick takes his time running his wrists along Jason's skin, taking advantage of the missing shirt to scent the omega as much as he can. It's been so long since Dick's been able to do this. Dick never thought he'd be able to scent his little brother like this again. Smell their scents mindling together in the air.

Jason starts squirming beneath him once more. Dick decides the poor thing has suffered enough, and easily flips him over so they are chest to chest. Then, Dick is staring into those green tinted eyes. They're blown wide, irises barely seen around the pupils dilated with lust.

Jason whines at Dick's lack of movement, once again jerking his hips up to grind against Dick. Dick smiles softly down at him.

"So impatient, Little Wing." Dick coos. He leans down and plants a small kiss on the other's mouth. As he goes to pull away, Jason surges up to connect their lips once more. Dick lets him, allowing the kiss to deepen. It grows heated, both of them fighting for control of it. Dick wins when he reaches a hand up to tweak one of Jason's nipples.

The omega gasps and suddenly Dick has free reign of his mouth. Dick takes advantage of that, licking everywhere he can inside. He continues playing with the omega's tits as he does, swallowing down every gasp and moan he makes at the feeling.

Eventually, Dick pulls away from Jason's mouth, leaning down to instead rub their cheeks together. Jason's breathing is loud and warm against Dick's ear as he does, and it sends a shiver through him.

As much as Dick would love to take his time scenting and cherishing every part of Jason's skin, he knows that's not what he's here to do. He's here to knot the omega so they can talk, nothing more. (Dick pushes down the wave of dissapointment that rushes through him at the thought)

Moving his lips to Jason's neck, Dick starts leaving little kisses along the man's scent glands. As he does this, he moves a hand off of the now hardened nipples to reach down to the omega's pants. He fumbles with the button and zipper for a moment, but soon he has them open and slips his hand inside.

Jason is wet. The inside of his boxers are coated with slick and Dick can feel precum leaking out of his fully erect cocklet. It's easy to lube up his hand with the slick to start stroking the member.

Jason's hips buck into the touch, a loud whine leaving his mouth as he does.

"Shhh, I've got you Little Wing," Dick whispers into his neck. He continues stroking, trailing kisses down Jason's chest and torso as he does so. Lower and lower his kisses go, until skin disappears beneath cloth. Dick uses his free hand to pull both the pants and boxers down, leaving nothing to block the sight of Dick's slicked up hand pumping the omega's cocklet. Dick takes a moment to bring his face in close and inhale, an alpha rumble leaving his chest in pleasure at the scent. He rubs his cheek along the omega's inner thigh before moving his hand away and taking Jason's cocklet down to the base in one go.

"Fuck" Jason jerks, pushing his cocklet further into the tight warm heat of Dick's throat. Dick hums in praise, resulting in another, albeit less intense, jerk.

Dick only bobs his head a few times before pulling off. He doesn't leave the omega wanting, though, as he immediately latches his lips onto the folds beneath the cocklet. He sticks his tongue out to lick up the sweet slick rushing out of the hole beneath him.

"Such a good omega," Dick can't help but croon. "So good for me."

Jason whines at the praise, hips lifting in an attempt to push Dick's tongue inside of him. Dick chuckles, the vibration drawing out another whine. Dick gives the omega what he wants, plunging his tongue inside. Dick can't help the moan that leaves him at the feeling of Jason's tight walls surrounding him. He can only imagine what it will feel like on his cock.

Dick wastes no time as he inserts a finger alongside his tongue. Jason groans, rocking himself as much as he can on the intrusion. Soon he's adding a second one, scissoring Jason's walls open while thrusting his tongue into the gap it creates.

"Fu-uck, Dickie," Jason moans, and Dick's own cock twitches at the nickname. Dick rewards his the omega by adding a third finger and speeding up his thrusts. He can feel Jason's walls tightening around him, and knows the omega is growing close to orgasm. So he redoubles his efforts, curling his fingers as he thrusts them in, trying to find that spot that will make Jason see stars.

He knows he's found it when Jason lets out a scream, and suddenly Dick's face is covered in a fresh load of slick. He doesn't let up right away, licking up the new slick like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. And honestly, it might just be.

It doesn't take long for Jason to start writhing in overstimulation. Only then does Dick finally pulls his face away. He angles his head to look up at Jason and feels blood rush to his half-hard cock at what he sees.

Jason's eyes are blown wide as he stares back at Dick. His face is red and his hair is drenched with sweat. His mouth is half open, heavy pants leaving his lips. Fuck, Dick wants to kiss those lips, wants to make the omega beheath him even more breathless.

He does exactly that.

Jason yelps in shock as Dick surges up to capture his lips, but it doesn't take him long to kiss back just as desperately as Dick is kissing him. The kiss is wet and messy, slick and saliva mixing together and running down their chins, but neither of them seem to mind.

Before long, Dick can feel Jason humping up into him once more. Dick himself is fully hard in his cup at this point. It's a little uncomfortable, now that his attention isn't elsewhere. He leans back to strip, ridding himself of everything. He even takes a moment to pull off his domino. Then, he's back on Jason, capturing his lips and lining his hips up with the omega's stretched hole.

He ruts against the slick lips, groaning at the feeling of them rubbing against his untouched cock. Jason whines into Dick's mouth, and Dick pulls back slightly.

"Are you ready, Little Wing?" He whispers, his breath ghosting Jason's lips. Jason grinds their crotches together before responding.

"Please, Alpha."

Dick's hips jerk involuntarily, and suddenly his tip has pushed inside. They both moan at the feeling, and then Dick can't hold himself back anymore. He pushes in further, slow but persistent. Inch by inch, he can feel himself be swallowed by the tight heat beneath him until their hips are flush and he's fully sheathed inside the omega.

"So good, Omega. Fuck, you feel so perfect around me."

Dick doesn't waste time, pulling out almost completely before snapping his hips back in. Jason gasps, and Dick catches his lips once more. He starts a brutal pace, thrusting in hard and fast, swallowing down every gasp and moan that Jason lets out.

Jason's heels are pressing into his back, and his fingers are tangled in his hair, and Dick relishes in the feeling of his omega clinging to him. And when Dick angles his hips just right, he can feel every part of the omega clench up. Suddenly, his heels are digging, his fingers grasping, his walls constricting around his cock. The pain of it only fuels the heat steadily growing inside of Dick.

Dick can feel his knot starting to swell. He angles himself so he's hitting that same spot with every snap of his hips, determined to make Jason cum one more time before Dick knots him. He reaches a hand between them to stroke Jason's cocklet in time with his thrusts.

That's all it takes to send the omega over the edge. Dick can almost taste Jason's shout as his walls start pulsing around his cock. With that, any restraint Dick has left snaps. Dick starts pistoning into Jason with a renewed vigor. He feels his knot starting to catch on the rim, but that doesn't slow him down at all. Even when the knot becomes too big to keep pushing in and out, Dick just adjusts his movements so that instead of thrusting he's grinding down hard.

Jason's grip remains tight on Dick, his fingers still clenched in his hair and his legs still squeezing him close as he rides out his own orgasm. He's close to overstimulation, Dick can tell, but Dick is so close, just a little more…

With a shout, Dick's knot blows, filling Jason with a flood of hot semen. Dick continues grinding down, working the cum deep inside the omega. When he's all empty, and he's filled the omega as much as he can, he slows his grinding to a halt.

Even with Dick ceasing all movement, Jason's body remains tense around him. Gently, Dick coaxes the omega's limbs to release their grip on him to lay softly on the bed instead. Only when he's sure the omega is comfy does his lay himself down on top of him.

"You with me Jay?" Dick asks, his voice a whisper from where he buries his face in Jason's neck.

"Fuck, Dick. I feel…" Jason trails off, as though not sure how to finish the thought.

"Like you're not going to attack me again once we separate?" Dick tries, sneaking a glance up at the other's face.

Jason snorts, and suddenly an arm is wrapped around Dick. "Yeah, Dickhead. Something like that."

Dick smiles, pressing his face into Jason's neck once more. He inhales the scent of his Little Wing filling his notrils, mixed with the scent of satisfied omega. It's a smell he could get used to, and isn't that a thought. The smell of someone he never thought he'd see again mixed with the evidence that Dick thoroughly bred said someone.

Dick would never have imagined enjoying such a smell, but now Dick can't imagine anything better.

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END NOTE: Sorry if it's a little all over the place. I'm out of practice. Hopefully, though, this is a sign that my writing funk is going away. Hopefully.

If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk. I may not respond, but know I read and appreciate every single one.