#alpha dick grayson

But Jason dies. Jason really dies, and Dick is freaking devastated. Yet he still has to become the Emperor because despite competing for the throne, both he and Jason had made a promise to each other. No matter who ended up claiming the throne, they would take care of the empire and make it prosper. So Dick continues living, day by day, even though it no longer feels like living at all.

Then one day, out of nowhere, it is revealed that Prince Damian al Ghul of the Eternal Dominion of Nanda Parbat, son of Talia al Ghul, is in fact the blood son of Emperor Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul.

At first, when Talia and Damian come to Gotham, everyone assumes that they have come to claim the throne from Dick. But their assumptions are wrong because Damian is already set to succeed as the next High Sovereign of Nanda Parbat.

They have come only to propose an alliance through marriage because it seems that the current High Sovereign of Nanda Parbat, Ra's al Ghul, has taken slight at the Gotham Empire due to Bruce's refusal to acknowledge Damian as his legitimate child. So Talia, Damian, and Damian's older brother discuss the best possible solution, and they decide to propose an alliance.

Marriage seems to be the strongest option because both Gotham and Nanda Parbat are powerful enough on their own and have no real reason to seek help from one another. Therefore, a marriage alliance would provide a legitimate reason for peace and cooperation between the two nations while also appeasing Ra's and preventing him from attacking Gotham and inciting a war.

Seeing how all of his siblings already have their own relationships and families, Dick agrees to take a spouse from Nanda Parbat, specifically Damian's older brother, because he's the only Al Ghul not bound to anything. As per tradition, and because both Dick and Talia want the arrangement to proceed quickly, preparations for the marriage begin almost immediately.

Dick is already resigned to his fate because, honestly, he has nothing left to lose. And the promise he once made with Jason becomes the only thing fueling his decision to go through with this arranged marriage because such an alliance would undoubtedly benefit both empires, and that is exactly the kind of future both he and Jason once wanted.

Dick knows almost nothing about his fiance except for his age, gender, and the fact that he is Damian's older brother and Talia's son. It seems that his fiance is not her son by blood but rather by the bond they share. Dick doesn't particularly care. As long as his fiance's claim is legitimate, everything will be fine. After all, even his own family was never bound by blood.

Then the day of the wedding finally arrives. And for the first time, Dick gets to see his fiance's face. When he lifts the veil, he freezes because that is Jason. His Jason. His little wing. His rival. His sweetheart. All the same, and yet just a little older.

At first, Dick isn't sure. But scents never lie and that cheeky smile, those freckles, and those pouty lips are all exactly the same. Jason smiles at him softly.

"It's been a while, dearest brother." Then his smile turns teasing.

"Or should I say... dearest husband?" His eyes soften.

his teams were just that, teams. coworkers. not pack, not really. roy being his partner was good for a while, having another omega who understood him and whom he could lean on was good, until it ended. kori is an alien and biz was a backwards clone of another alien, no designations for them but jason loved them and appreciated their friendship all the same. artemis was an amazon, their designations worked differently as did their aging and despite her status as alpha, she never saw him as more than an overgrown pup. his exes are... complicated. they told him he was complicated and he couldn't blame them for it. he's well aware of all his shortcomings. he knows he's everything an omega isn't supposed to be.

no bonds, no pack, it was only a matter of time before his body started to suffer the consequences. biology was a bitch and he shouldn't be surprised he's always gotten the short end of the stick.

it's a slow death and he can feel it coming. he doesn't do anything to prevent it from happening because he's not sure he wants to stop it, he's supposed to be dead, either way. he figures he'd just be fixing things, once and for all and it doesn't count as his own doing if he's just letting nature run its course.

the manager of his building ends up calling someone. jason had forgotten about it. when he first signed the lease to his place, the one he could call home, the one he deemed safe and comfortable enough to turn into a proper den, the landlord had him listing an emergency contact or next of kin once jason told him he was an orphan, that his pack had passed a long time ago. he did it as a joke because he knew that the person wouldn't answer the phone. he had it memorized. he committed it to memory the very night dick grayson gave him his number and said he'd be there if jason ever needed to talk. spoiler alert: he wasn't. jason tried to call but the phone would always ring and ring until it sent him to voicemail and then he stopped trying. the number probably doesn't even exist anymore or it was recycled and now belongs to another poor bastard in new jersey so it's fine. it's not like they're going to use it or anything.

there's been complaints and concerns from jason's neighbors. the walls are thin, even with the sound proofing jason installed when he first moved in. the loud, pained keens are more frequent during the nights. people can hear glass breaking and retching echoing before a door slams shut. the omega living in 4A hasn't been seen leaving his apartment in over two weeks which is too long to assume maybe he had gone into heat and decided to hole up. no, this is something else entirely.

said building manager is an older man who doesn't really give a shit but the complaints have been piling up and, as an older alpha, he's not too excited to knock on the door of what may be a feral omega. young and tall and strong in a way not a lot of omegas are, with fangs sharp and strong enough to rip his throat out if he so wished. he looks for the file on the tenant in 4A and thinks the name on the lease sounds pretty fake but he doesn't care. he looks for the emergency contact and finds the name richard grayson and a number. the name sounds vaguely familiar but he's too busy to remember from where. he takes the phone and dials. it takes him three attempts before someone picks up.

when dick hears a phone ring, he perks up. he knows that ringtone, he set it a very long time ago and as he's switched from device to device, he's kept it all the same. he's always been bad at answering said phone because he has a new number and plenty of transmitters and he compartmentalizes but isn't very good at keeping said compartmentalization organized and now he can hear it ringing but he has no idea where he left it. but it keeps on ringing and it sounds pretty insistent and the only people who have said number are pack members or very close friends who may or may not have his new number but decided to call the old one anyway. he finds it at the bottom of a drawer buried under a tangled ball of old charging cables that he won't even attempt to untangle any time soon.

hello, he says, then an unknown voice, gruff and rumbly asks is this richard grayson? and instead of answering, dick asks who's this? a little bit of an alpha threat to his voice because this is an unknown who has his old number and who knows his government name. i'm calling on behalf of... mr. robin halley? he's listed you as his next of kin, i'm the manager of the building where mr. halley lives, we've unfortunately been getting complaints and concerns have been raised by neighbors and we've had no success when trying to reach mr. halley so the owner had me notify you in case you could get in contact with him? make sure he's alright?

there's only one person in the whole wide world who would be bold enough to use the name robin halley as an alias and list dick grayson as his next of kin. dick sighs. yeah, yeah, thanks for calling, i'll try reaching him and be there as soon as i can. the older man thanks him and hangs up and dick realizes he doesn't even know where the hell jason todd lives these days but, lucky for him, he can find out in no time.

east end. it's a rundown neighborhood but dick's seen worse. he would be worried to know that an unmated omega was living alone in a place like this but jason todd is not just any unmated omega. he can take down alphas twice his size without breaking a sweat, dick's seen it happen here and there, sometimes with his own eyes, sometimes watching security camera feeds from operations jason has dealt with on his own. it's not stalking or being creepy if he just wants to keep an eye on his wayward packmate and make sure he stays on the straight and narrow. dick finds the building soon enough and climbs up the fire escape to find the proper window. 4A if the files oracle and b have on jason weren't lying. once he takes a look around, he knows for sure. reinforced windows, blackout curtains and booby traps that he's not sure aren't lethal wired up all around any and all entry points.

it takes him a while to disarm alarms and disable traps but he manages to slide the window open and slip inside. the scent hits him first and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up immediately as he reaches behind him for his pair of concealed escrimas. the metallic stench of blood and the unmistakable acrid, bitter scent of omega pain and panic. there didn't seem to be any signs of forced entry so, if it was an attacker, it must've been someone jason trusted. someone who took advantage of his trust and vulnerability and— dick doesn't want to think about it. if there's blood, he wishes it's the attacker's.

he walks on quiet, light feet, searching with his eyes but he can see or feel or smell any movement. the air is stagnant. everything is quiet, like nothing has moved in quite some time. he can't pick up another scent, which should relieve him but it only puts him on edge even more. he likes knowing exactly what he's going against instead of going in blind.

the place is dark and is a mess and it worries him because, okay, this may be the first time he's ever been at one of jason's places and he's breaking in but he remembers the past. remembers when jason was just an overeager pup who struggled getting used to living at the manor but he was always clean. organized. loved keeping his stuff and den tidy. omegas are like that, they hate having a messy nest. he walks by the kitchen space and sees a bunch of broken glasses and spilled water, a few drops of dried blood and his grip on the sticks hardens.

there's no broken furniture or signs of struggle, so no fight broke out and his own scent is turning sharp and bitter with anger. whoever managed to harm jason must've made him submit without giving him a chance to fight back, which is totally unlike jason but he can't dwell on it for too long. he needs to see what happened. where jason is. he can smell him, even through the bitterness, he can pick up the familiar notes of jason's usual scent.

normally, alphas should always be invited into an omegas den and nest and dick knows jason's gonna hate him for going in without permission but this is an emergency and not one single member of the pack has ever been good at respecting boundaries during emergencies. or outside them. on occasion. dick opens the door to what he assumes is jason's room and the shock makes him hesitate just for half a second. he can already feel the regret clawing its way up his throat.

he finds jason there, half his body inside the nest, half on the floor, unconscious, skin pale and he can't even see if his chest is moving, if he's still breathing. dick shakes the shock off and moves, one second in the doorway, the next touching jason's cold face. hey, hey buddy, can you hear me? jason? he asks loudly as he checks for a pulse. he can't find one on the first try but he refuses to acknowledge it and tries again. he finds one, faint and sparse enough that it should warrant him to start cpr but he can't bring himself to just yet, instead, he slaps jason's cheek lightly once he rearranges his limp body so he lays across his lap. jay? jace, c'mon buddy, wake up, i'm here, i've got you, i'm here. but deep down he knows jason isn't gonna wake up on his own unless he does something. first he checks for injuries, finds none. then he looks around to see if there are pill bottles or any indication that he did this to himself and finds nothing either. then he finds jason's phone, on the floor, almost dead and he hates the thought that he found jason the same way. he picks it up and notices that jason was about to call someone. he recognizes the number. it's his. the same one that rang earlier.

jay... fuck. he moves, arranges jason again, flat on his back against the floor, ready to start cpr but when he leans down he notices that the pack bond marks that should be on the left of jason's neck are gone. replaced by a thick, clean scar, definitely a deliberate thing done with something sharp enough to sever a pack bond. fucking hell, jace, what the hell did you do? did he hate them all enough to do that to himself?

he doesn't waste any more time, tilts jason's head back, lowers himself all the way back down, covering jason's mouth with his own and begins breathing into him, then chest compressions to keep that faint pulse alive. thirty at a time. rhythmic, controlled. the hero taking over him momentarily, keeping himself useful but not being able to separate emotionally from the situation. c'mon jay, you're gonna be okay, just gotta work with me, understood? stay with me, jason, you're not gonna leave again, you hear me? dick is saying those things mostly for himself and he knows it but it keeps him steady and steady and present is exactly what jason needs right now.

he missed the number one thing to do before starting cpr and he thinks there will be time to hate and admonish himself later for it. he finally calls for help. he calls for bruce because that's always been his first instinct. he sends a distress signal with just a word attached to it: jason. he knows help will be here in a few minutes but in the meantime he needs to keep his brother—his packmate... whatever he is, alive.

panic threatens to rise up in his chest and throat when he sees jason is still limp, and pale, and unconscious. the hero and the man and the alpha in him are at war and the first one to move is the alpha. he leans down again but instead of breathing into jason's lungs once more he goes for his neck. the left side, biting over the scar there, where the pack bond mark should be. then he noses under jason's chin, moves to the back of his neck and bites again, right over the place where his parents should've bitten him when he was younger, to tell the world that the pup was theirs. the mark there is gone and dick knows in the back of his mind that it's useless to bite him there because jason hasn't been a pup in so long but he does it all the same.

he moves down, lifts jason's arms, grabs his wrists gently and noses at them, rubs his cheeks into the thin skin there. he wonders when was the last time anyone in their pack had scented jason and his chest feels like it's slowly being hollowed out. i'm sorry. he breathes and then bites each wrist. pierces the skin easily and a few droplets of blood stain his lips.

he doesn't think before he acts. that's always been dick's biggest flaw. thinking he can save everyone and wanting to prove anyone who says otherwise wrong, consequences be damned. he tilts jason's head to the left and exposes the right side of his neck. his unmarked mating gland there. it takes him a minute but he finally recognizes what's going on. jason has been living like this all this time. away and alone, his omega feeling rejected and thrown out and his body has been shutting down.

omegas are needy creatures which is why dick usually doesn't go for them when it comes to his love life. yes, they're pretty, yes, his brain goes haywire when he catches the scent of one when it goes into heat, yes, the alpha living inside him screams at him to stop bullshitting and go find himself an omega to mate and settle down with but he's never been actually interested.

this omega is the neediest and most stubborn and most fucking infuriating thing he's ever known and his hindbrain is screaming at him that he's wrong. that this is wrong. that this is a packmate, this is his brother. that this is not a suitable omega, not a healthy one, that he's dying and there's nothing left for dick to do. and yet he does it anyway.

the blood there tastes different when he bites down. sweeter, richer as his pheromones blend with jason's. his instincts know what to do, for how long to hold it, how deep to bite and when he's done, he can't help the tears that aren't fully his. he can feel jason in his chest now. he can feel the loneliness and the desperation and the longing that don't belong to him. i'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry.

but jason is breathing on his own again and his skin begins to warm up and there's a little bit of pink instead of gray on his skin and dick knows he fucked up, he knows that there'll be consequences to deal with, he knows jason will hate him for it for the rest of his life but he can deal with the fallout later. for now, everything is alright. jason is alive. everything has to be alright.

dick doesn't know how long he's been on the floor holding jason to his chest but an alpha growl leaves his throat when he hears the door being kicked down. he pulls his omega closer when the shadowy silhouette of batman shows up in front of them.

even under the harsh, white lenses of the cowl, dick knows bruce's eyes are moving, assessing the situation. he looks at them, between them. he looks at the bite marks, already scabbing, all over jason's body, he looks at the dried blood staining dick's mouth. he stares at the mark on jason's neck and the identical one blooming red on dick's own neck. what did you do? dick nearly trembles when he hears bruce, the pack alpha, their father and not the batman.