#omega!jay

I didn't have the "screen time" to fit everything of her that I came up with and it's a pain in the ass, because almost all that was left is her being a terrible mother and a violent alpha. Which isn't what her relationship with Jason and Damian was in the story that's in my head.

She was a degnified and caring alpha, a dedicated mother. She liked Jason. When Damian tells Dick that if not for Bruce, she'd mate Jay, it was the truth. I kinda missed the ship on showing that.

But I have this little story in my head of her returning to Gotham right after Jay has his son with Dick. After baby is born.

She makes her presence known to Jason and invites him to a dinner. Insinuates he should take his pup with him. And Jason does - he's his own man, it she was his alpha for a long time. Ra's was there, but he was more of a distant presence in their lives, Talia was a constant. Jay kinda hoped for a time she'd mate him, give him a permanent place in their family.

He's happy that she didn't do in in the end, happy that he didn't ask her to. They lives went astray the moment her sister came back and the Demon started to crumble.

Now, with Ra's dead, Talia slowly takes the League back in hand, slowly recovering from the torture at Nysa's hands and the madness that followed. Jason hated her back then, hated what was done to her and what it reminded him of - the months of madness after his own resurrection, the Demon inhabiting his flesh.

Now she's recovered. He sees her in the small alcove in a classy restaurant, bright and private. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the traces of the Pit are there to see - her skin too perfect, her eyes too bright, breathing too slow and her hands too steady. Jason hopes she'll be able to recover, in time, that her life wasn't extended unbearably. He has his son cradled to his chest in a wrap, protective hand over the baby's head when Talia motions for him to take a seat nest to her.

She really is beautiful, Jason thinks fleetingly.

They don't talk much. Just a few words here and there around the food. About Bruce. The family. The Demon.

He tells her about Damian, just a bit, just the common little things no one would be interested in but her.

She asks him about Dick, what sort of an alpha he is in bed (it's forward and a part of Jason is embarrassed, but it's an important thing in their clan and he is used to discussing performance of his lovers with her). She implies she knows his pregnancy was difficult and the birth even more so.

She implies that she knew and was there, ready to step in if anything went wrong.

Jason pretends he doesn't catch the implication of Lazarus waiting to be used if... No, he doesn't think about it. He's not yet strong enough to decide whether he'd be able to refuse it if his pup... He's a very different man than Bruce is, after all.

They share a meal and at the end ot it, the pup wakes up and starts to fuss, hungry. Jason opens up his shirt and let's it nurse - discreet, but unashamed. He sees Talia's nostrils flare at the sight of his scarred breast. He let's it go, it was a long time ago.

When the pup stops nursing, she's standing next to Jason and before he has a chance to close his shirt, her fingers trace the scar that almost bisected his nipple. It's strangely at the same time intimate and not, becaue she used to touch him so matter of factly, but this here is not an alpha that owns him. Not anymore. It feels like an apology, because Al Ghul alphas don't speak of their regrets.

He allows the touch and then allows her to lean down and observe his baby. This close Jason can smell her - sweet spices of perfumes and an acrid note of Lazarus underneath it.

He allows her to touch his son and scent him briefly, to run her fingers through his dark curls - so small and already a full head of curly black hair. Grayson in all the ways that count, it would seem.

She seems satisfied, and he's glad. He'd wasn't afraid she'd harm the pup, but after the fight where he'd almost lost Damian and Dick...

"It will take time to rebuild," she tells him at the end of the meeting. "The wounds to the clan are deep. Once it's done, you will know."

Only then, she'll welcome him back - he understands. Because they're Al Ghul, she won't allow their omega to come back to a broken nest. He'd earned that much respect from her, that he will not be asked to accept substandard conditions and a house that's still unsafe. Neither him, not his pup, not Damian. Jason is glad to hear it - and won't tell Dick about the open invitation to return to the League. Dick wouldn't understand.

She leaves first, her guards with her. The bill is paid and Jason is left to gather his things.

The box that was on the table when he arrived is still there, ornate and heavy for the size. Once he's alone, Jay pulls it closer and opens the lid. Then let's it drop, eyes closed tightly to keep the tears from falling.

The jewelled collar he'd wore in the League ever since coming of age is heavy and beautiful and expensive and somehow calls to him. He can't wear it now, not in Gotham, not in this culture. That's why he left it behind when escaping the Demon. That Talia returned it to him means more than the vague invitation.

Ahhhh great choice anon! I love Tim is this one he's hilarious.

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" I have gotten the talk. " Jason grinds. Tim raises one of his perfect eyebrows and Jason just wants to die. The omega saunters over and Jason hears the words before he says them. 

" Well obviously the league does it wrong because Dick? Woof woof. "

Dick lets out a scandalous sound. Jason's eyes flitter to him and the alpha looks… well it’s hard to tell. There's an actual shiftiness that Jason's never seen before and now he's seen it he can't stop.

" I am not a dog. "

Bruce gets between them but it does little when Tim is lithe enough to peek around him. 

" Tim- " Bruce warns.

" Well if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck- "

Damian decides that's his moment to interject. 

" Drake, these animal analogies are getting out of hand. "

Jason wonders if he could escape in the chaos. The entrance to the cave is far but he feels like he can take those odds. 

" Oh, stay out of this brat. Do you think your favourite brother is above stealing Jason's sweaty shirts? Cause he's not. "

Dick pales. 

" Tim- Tim shut up. Shut up right now. "

Bruce spins around so fast Jason hysterically thinks he might be more of an owl than a bat.

" His shirts! Dick this is supposed to be a safe space. "

The sweat that breaks out on Dick forehead is funnier than Jason wants it to be. The entire situation is comical except for the fact that Dick is apparently the reason why Jason has black muscle T's on auto delivery. 

" woof woof " Tim chimes in the background. 

Four sets of eyes turn to glare at Tim. 

Thanks love!

This ask is based off this post. And here’s another one shot with omega!Jay.

Warning for Jay being a perv and sexual themes. No sex happens, but it’s discussed in depth.

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He’s just so fucking cute. With those freckles and big eyes and tight curls. Way too cute to be an alpha.

But that’s what Carlos is, Jay can smell it on him. And Jay can see the insecurity, the confusion in his tense shoulders. Poor boy. Probably doesn’t know how to dominate someone even if they presented their ass to him.

Jay should try that, just to be sure.

“Hey hot stuff,” Jay says as he leans against the lockers, right next to Carlos and his little mountain of books. “How are you doing?”

Carlos blinks at him and looks around, as if there might be another person Jay is talking to. “Uh, I’m-I’m okay. Hi.”

“Hi.” Jay echoes back and slowly pulls his hair behind his ear, tilting his neck as he does so.

Carlos’ eyes widen and he blushes, catching the intentional way Jay exposes his throat. “Are you here to make fun of me too?” He asks after a pause.

Oh yeah, Jay has made fun of Carlos before, a lot actually. Even after Jay presented as an omega and Carlos was still some odd unknown - assumed by everyone to be a beta. But not now. Or, well, maybe Jay’s only making fun of him a little. “Me? Never.” Jay puts a hand to his chest in offense. “I’m only here to come check out what’s new.”

“Well everyone is coming over for that.” Carlos slams his locker shut. Err, he closes it forcefully. Poor alpha can’t even slam something. “I don’t have an explanation for it.”

“No one has an explanation for why anyone presents as anything.” Jay shrugs his shoulders. “I have no clue how I’m an omega.” He waggles his brows. “See?”

Jay grabs the back of Carlos’ neck and pulls him close, forcing his nose directly into Jay’s throat. Carlos gasps - breathing in Jay’s scent - and he makes some preciously pleased noise from the back of his throat. Jay even lets go of his neck and Carlos doesn’t move back, choosing to stay and nuzzle Jay’s skin, inhaling the sweet scent of an omega.

In fact, Carlos stays there a little too long, students in the hall giving them odd looks. Actually, they’re giving Carlos odd looks.

Jay presented years ago and even though it infuriates Jafar to no end, Jay’s not that bothered. His scent and faux submission get him nearly double compared to what he used to steal. Alphas that turn to goo at him batting his eyes and lose focus when Jay bares his throat, they’re all such suckers.

And he likes fucking. And being fucked. Maybe he’s not genuinely submitting to some creepy alpha or pushy beta, but there’s a couple students Jay doesn’t mind bending over for.

Carlos De Vil, to Jay’s own surprise, might be one of them.

His cheeks are pink and his pupils are huge and he’s nearly drooling. “Why did you...?” Carlos shakes his head, but his flush doesn’t fade. “Don’t do that again.”

“Yes, alpha.”

Carlos nearly loses his grip on all of his books. "Don’t!” He hisses.

“Why not? Don’t you like how I smell?” Jay grins and leans close to Carlos’ face. Their height difference isn’t lost on him. How odd to be flirting with an alpha shorter than him, but Cruella De Vil was a stingy woman who liked her son to be easily pushed around.

Speaking of the devil...

“How does your mom like the new you?” Jay pulls back and leans against the locker again. He’s actually curious and doesn’t want to be distracting this baby alpha.

“She hates it.” Carlos mumbles and turns away, but Jay follows him.

“Not a fan of her son being dominant? Strong?” Jafar would have hit the fucking roof if Jay had presented as an alpha years ago. It maybe would have made him proud, if only for a day.

“No. She wanted me...” Carlos doesn’t look at Jay.

To be an omega. Jay can figure out the rest. Of course Cruella, who saw Carlos as her slave and the whole Isle knew it, wouldn’t want her son to ever overpower her, ever stand up to her.

It’s why his shoulders are bunched up and he’s still looking small and nervous instead of confident and tall. “You’ve never been treated as anything but an omega.”

Carlos looks at Jay from the corner of his eye and doesn’t say anything.

All this serious talk, or serious silence, is making Jay uncomfortable. He didn’t come here to chat about their feelings and shitty parents, no, he came over for a better reason. “I bet you're the kind of alpha who knows how to treat an omega, huh?”

“Please go away.”

“Ughh, that’s such a pitiful command.” Jay steps in front of Carlos, stopping both of them. “I bet you're the kind of alpha who goes down on his omega.” Jay grins. “You cuddle after sex. You like to scent.”

Carlos sputters and hides his face in his books.

“You’re not denying it.” Jay winks. This is the most fun he’s had in a while. “Tell you what, alpha,” he purrs and steps closer, Carlos’ face still hiding, but Jay leans right down to his ear to whisper, “you let me know when you’re ready to fuck an omega, maybe even pop your first knot,” Carlos gasps, “and I’ll show you what a good boy I can be.” Jay bites at Carlos’ ear, just a little nip, but Carlos whines. “Maybe you’ll be a good boy for me too.”

When Jay pulls back, most of the students have left. No one wants to stay after in this shit hole and no one wants to fuck with Carlos when Jay is already so publicly staking his claim.

Carlos won’t look up at him, whole body tense and trembling, but Jay can smell the arousal on him, the desire to follow through on Jay’s words.

Jay wants to see him stop being so tense and start relaxing, letting his instincts come out and play.

Jason is an omega in a mixed-secondary gender family, bu vecause of his size Bruce instinctively treats him as an alpha when it comes to familial duties. He expects Jason to protect the younger kids. He leave shim in charge of security when Batman is absent. Expects him to keep Damian - a growing alpha pup - in line.

Oh yes yes yes, young omega Jay, his instincts just waking up - suddenly confronted with two alphas arguing:O

And Dick and Bruce never held back, they tore into each other without care, loud and aggressive, all instincts and growls and a cloud of angry pheromones... and for a young omega, this is a signal to get away.

And for a young omega raised on the streets that was conditioned to run from angry alphas to begin with? Yeah, not a good cocktail.   

So, Jay runs. He can’t leave the Manor - all of his instincts are telling him that the outside is even more dangerous, the Manor was at least made of solid walls and already smelled like home... so he plan changed to finding a safe spot to bury himself in. He just needed to wait it out, yes? Just for a while, until the alphas calm down... But, no matter how long the wait is, he can’t seem to leave his hidey hole. He can’t hear them anymore, cant smell them, he’s well-hidden, bit he still doesn’t feel safe...   

Back to alphas - the Cave quietened when Bruce said the last word, got into the Batmobile and left in a cloud of smoke, leaving Dick fuming and ready to leave... and he would leave if not for Alfred didn’t come down with a pretty severe look and a short “Well, I hope you’re proud of yourselves, gentlemen. Scaring a young omega into hiding. Shameful, truly.”

And Dick has to take a moment, because what? What?? The brat is an omega??

Alfred is even less happy. “Quote, sir. A very young and impressionable one. And let me say, you’ve made quite the first impression.”

Hmm, funniest? 

I dunno, I can come up with 10 angsty ways, but funny...

It would probably be a situation where Officer Grayson is called to a brawl - a drunk alpha accosted an omega in heat and a fight commenced, please we need backup. 

Dick arrives and what does he see? Jason Goddamn Todd sitting on the back of the ambulance, face bloody, with an EMT putting butterfly stitches onto his eyebrow, and... well, Dick’s stomach drops. He knew Jason was brutal, but he’d never believe that he’d accost an omega. Never. God, what will he tell Bruce? It had to be an accident... and he’s slowly spiralling down the well of despair when a fellow officer comes over and gets his attention,

“There you are, Grayson, thank God. The alpha is on the way to the hospital already, but we need someone who can calm don the omega and you have that golden touch with them.”

Dick does not compute. What? But the alpha is sitting rigth there! Right there, where... where the officer is pointing.

Pointing at the omega that needs to be handled.

...

And that’s when Jason finally notices Dick and freezes. Welp. 

Aw, hello babe. Could you please send me the date this happens??

You know, between homeschooling kiddo while working in this quarantine, I’ve been MIA D: At nights, when she’s in bed, I’m trying to catch up with work stuff instead of writing. 

But! I would love, love to write something short from the Alpha!Tim universe right after the last chapter when Red Robin slings Hood over his shoulders and jumps off a building, ready to scent and cuddle an Omega in his–in his Pack. 

Just, wouldn’t you love a nice soft fic about Tim peeling off his gloves and gauntlets, wipes the scent blocker off, then being so easy about peeling Jay’s leather jacket off, gets his boots while Jay unloads the .45s and unsnaps his holsters. 

It’s softly worn pajamas and food in the Perch incase he had company, so the cheese and fruit he carefully feeds the big Omega in his lap is perfect enough for Jay to relax against him. It’s sweet, chai-latte type scent filling up the Perch with hints of Tim’s musk, the gentle purring vibrates against his side where he’s pressed up against the Alpha’s chest, arm slung over those shoulders so Jay can hunker down n’ bury his face in that scent.

He moves lazily when Timmy nudges his for another bit or a drink of water, takin’ care of him like a good fucking Alpha. 

It might have been a while for Jay, babe. Since I imagine his last Alpha was Roman Sionis, and the Black Mask was a nasty motherfucker. 

So after he’s full and sleepy, bruises at that tender stage of healing, feeling nice and floaty, he wonders what might happen if’n he just mentioned he’s gotta natural Heat comin’ up. Would be easier if an Alpha could see ‘im through. 

It’s a big step for Jay, one Tim can put together because Dick had already mentioned Jay hadn’t had the easiest history with Alpha males. 

And he just keeps making circles on the Omega’s back, trying to project things like safe. “I would be honored to service you,” is a little too sincere for Jay at the moment, and he buries his face deeper.

“But...I wouldn’t...um, knot you yet, or anything. I don’t think I’m ready for that, but I could still take care of you. I...I don’t know how much you remember from that toxin scare, but I didn’t do that to either of you.”

Tim knows he’s on the right track when a shudder shivers through the Omega (that hasn’t punched him in the face, so winning) in his lap, and the arm around him curls in so a big hand can palm the side of his throat, hold him still for warm breath against his jugular.   

“I remember...feeling yer mouth, n’ hands, taking yer time with me, Timmy. Mos’ Alphas wouldn’ta done that. ‘Lot of ‘em just see a hole ta knot n’ breed up, you feel me?”

And this, babe. THIS FUCKING MOMENT. Is the first time in that au poor Tim might just, you know, slip. His scent spikes out of nowhere and he goes scarily still, muscles tensing under Jay’s lax body, arms tightening down to bruising. But the deep, low growl literally raises the hair on the back of Jay’s neck, makes him immediately want to offer his throat, makes him think about rolling over for this Alpha to present. 

The hand suddenly on the back of his neck is tight enough to send Jay further under, make him pliant, eyes half-mast, trusts enough to give in...just a little.

“Any Alpha like that is a pathetic piece of shit,” is more snarl than words, and Tim’s hand turns him, pulls him a little so there’s a kiss of teeth at his throat. “Any Alpha that can’t see you, and what you deserve needs to drop off the planet and die. An Omega like you is fucking beautiful, Jay, do you understand?”

Tim slowly licks up his jugular, scent marking him as part of the Pack, and the noise that comes outta him is outright needy as hell. 

“Timmy...Alpha,” Jay manages to flop a hand up and thread fingers through that too long hair, holds Tim’s mouth against him.

“I’m going to show you,” in that same dark tone, something bordering on the edge of feral. “How an Alpha should take care of you.”

“Mm, gonna what? Make love ta me, Timmy?”

“Yes, Jay. Yes, I am, and I sure as hell don’t need to knot you when I do it.”

“F-Fuck, Timmy–”

“Mmhm, just relax, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.”

A few hours later, and Jay can’t even be bothered to move enough to look down and make sure he still has legs. 

‘Cause he can’t feel a whole lotta fuck, pretty sure he came hard enough last time ta black out fer a few. 

Timmy has already gone to the bathroom, brought back warm towels, and wiped him down, which, well, made the ‘Mega in him settle on down in satisfaction. He drinks the water Tim brings back and manages a few wiggles when he gets fresh pjs and the dressed Alpha climbing in behind him.