#alpha bruce

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Stakeouts were supposed to be quiet—emphasis on supposed to. Tim’s wasn’t.

Everything had started out swimmingly, exactly like in The Gray Ghost, Pink Panther, or James Bond. Real espionage, Tim decided, required patience, bravery, and a really good tree. He had the first two. The third… was debatable.

From his perch high in the branches, Tim adjusted his plastic binoculars (originally from a cereal box, thank you very much) and peered across the property line at Wayne Manor.

Target: Clark Kent.

Subject: Batman’s boyfriend. Suspiciously nice. Always smiling, definitely hiding something.

Tim squinted harder and scribbled notes in his “field journal,” which was actually his math notebook.

Observation #47: Clark always wears glasses—criminal behavior. Observation #48: Bruce smiles when Clark’s around. Extremely weird.

The lights in the master bedroom flickered off, then on again. Suspicious. Very suspicious.

Tim adjusted the focus on his binoculars. (Okay, they didn’t actually have a focus, but still.) He was about to add “probable alien” when the branch beneath him gave a long, ominous creak.

Tim froze. The spy manual (that he had absolutely written himself) did not cover this scenario.

“Abort mission,” he whispered—right before the branch snapped and gravity made its move.

He yelped, arms pinwheeling, and landed with a spectacular THUD! in the open dumpster below.

Silence. Then… squish.

“Oh, gross,” he groaned, peeling a wet newspaper off his face. “I’m compromised.” Pain zinged up his wrist when he tried to push himself up. Probably not broken but likely sprained if past experience was anything to go by.

He tried climbing out, but the walls were too tall, and every time he reached for the rim, his wrist protested with a sharp, traitorous ache. His sneakers slipped against the metal, and he managed to climb halfway up before sliding back down into something that smelled like old cabbage and despair. Great. Just great. The world’s youngest detective, trapped in a dumpster.

After a few minutes of strategic thinking, he reassessed his options:

Yell for help. (Embarrassing.)

Wait for Alfred to find him. (Slow.)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DC Comics, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd Characters: Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: JayRoy Week 2022, Day 4, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, ABO dynamics, Roy vs Bruce, Protective Roy Harper, Alpha Roy Harper, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Hes Mine Not Yours Series: Part 4 of JayRoy Week 2022 Summary:

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, The LEGO Batman Movie (2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Jason Todd Week 2020, Alternate Universe, Jason falls into the Lego verse, Not Lego Batman Family Matters compliant, Sex, Vaginal Sex, intersex omega, Interchangeable Penis, Male Lactation, Lego porn, The Legos do have sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Crack Treated Seriously, Or at least I tried to, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

When Jason woke up with a block like body made of plastic, he immediately knew something ridiculous and fucked up had happened. Story of his life.

(Omega Jason Todd Week 2020 - Free Day)

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Clark knew he wasn’t like other wolves. It wasn’t just the color of his fur, but in everything that made him who he was. Where his ma and pa were built small and lean, made for endurance and quiet strength, he had always been… 

Bigger. Broader. Too large for his paws when he was a pup, towering over the other wolves by the time he reached maturity. Even now, when he shifted, his paws left prints as deep as an Alpha’s.

And that wasn’t normal, especially not for an Omega.

Omegas were supposed to be smaller—soft around the edges, swift and gentle. 

But Clark’s wolf stood tall and powerful, his fur a molten gold that shimmered like sunlight poured over his back. When he moved, he caught the light like a flame, as if something celestial burned beneath his skin.

His eyes set him apart, too. Unlike most wolves, whose eyes were as rich and dark as soil, his were like the sky. Bright blue when he was a pup and now a deep, twilight blue, like the first stars emerging at dusk. They’d been that way since he was a pup, and Martha used to say they looked like the heavens had claimed him before the earth ever could.

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Metal scraped against stone, a sound that always clawed at his ears. Sharp, grating, impossible to ignore.

Clark shifted into position. He had several, each more humiliating than the last. But when he didn’t know what his Alpha wanted, he defaulted to the one that pleased him most. Knees pressed flat against the cold, uneven floor, spine curving in a perfect, practiced arch. Hands splayed on his thighs. Head bowed low enough that his hair brushed the damp stone. The posture hurt, always did, but the pain had become part of the ritual. A way to show obedience before the punishment could come.

He didn’t know which Lex would appear today—the calm, the cruel, the absent—but he didn’t care anymore. He’d take anything he could get. 

But these steps… these were wrong. Too loud. Too clumsy. Frantic. Nothing like Lex’s deliberate rhythm that always made his skin crawl with fear or anticipation.

Then a burst of light—blinding, merciless, white as a blade. The darkness recoiled from it. 

A screech of metal. The cell door wrenched open. Something was thrown into his cage. The door slammed shut. The light vanished as quickly as it appeared. The dark rushed back in, thick and suffocating, pressing against his lungs. 

So, I was seriously considering trying to do some art for my new story Dog Years. But animals are a lot harder to draw than one might think, so I decided to just make some moodboards to give everyone an idea of what the characters look like.

I'll make more and share them as we introduce more characters. And if you haven't read the story yet, check it out!

Dog Years - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - The Batman (Movie 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

AKA dark twist where all the vigilante stuff means Dick and Bruce’s relationship is superbly fucked because Bruce doesn’t know how not to order people around, and Dick is more susceptible than the alphas and betas in the horde, and damn but is there a lot of miscellaneous blood contamination in spars and their fights and even just bad patrols and long medbay nights.