#rasjay

Not exactly glowing eyes...at least right now, but!

Deep below the earth rest a Lazarus Pit, one of the last still accessible to Ra’s al Ghul, former head of the League of Shadows. The green tinted reflections danced over the rock ceiling. Torches illuminated the entirety of the chamber. The last of Ra’s trusted guards stood at attention along the rim of the chamber. The near silence would almost be eerie if Jason hadn’t grown accustom to the stillness of the assassins. Instead, he focused on Ra’s moving to the center of the pool.

The man was showing his age; body worn and hunched with deep wrinkles. It was perhaps past time for Ra’s to dip into the pit. Jason shifted where he sat perched on the ledge of the pool. The many bangles and chains adorning his body jangled as he moved drawing Ra’s attention. The ancient glanced back at his prized mate dressed in luxurious silks and decorated with gold and jewels that glinted in the fire light. The near sheer harem pants hung low on his waist exposing just a hint of hipbone with the golden belt clinging to him. The completely sheer crop top prominently displayed his pert nipples and full breasts. Black locks twisted in loose curls.

His mate made for a sight wearing the al Ghul colors, but he was no simple concubine. Jason was mate and wife to Ra’s al Ghul, the only family that remained loyal to him.

Though his mate made for a tempting sight, the ancient turned away and prepared to submerge himself. Jason watched Ra’s disappear beneath the acid green waters. The surface of the water settled growing still as Ra’s lingered under water. Jason lowered his chin to sit on his bent knee waiting in the silence when Ra’s erupted from the depths with a roar of pure power. The alpha had been restored to his prime. Droplets glided over sculpted muscles, highlighting every aspect that drew others in. Jason stared unashamedly at the naked form of his mate. His eyes roved over unmarred skin shifting over rippling muscles as the alpha admired his own form.

Then, Ra’s focus shifted to his mate. Jason raised an eyebrow. He knew that look all too well. A rush of heady alpha musk sent a wave of heat washing over Jason. He shuddered, a soft sound falling from his lips as he dropped his legs from his chest. The pit always left the alpha on the verge of rut, full of alpha lust and aggression. Simply seeing his mate could push him over the edge. Ra’s moved through the waters like a snake, determination in his eyes as he approached.

“Ra’s,” Jason warned, an edge to his voice the alpha clearly ignored.

“Beloved,” Ra’s purred finally reaching him, hands coming down to firmly grip Jason’s hips. His fingers dug in plump flesh with the goal of leaving bruises. Leaning in to steal his mate’s lips, Ra’s was met with the enticing aroma of omega in heat. If he didn’t have such control over his body, he’d shiver at the knowledge that his omega sync his heats to Ra’s revivals.

Ra’s once again growled low and wanting as he mouth over Jason’s throat, teeth finding the mating scar he left on the omega. Jason hummed happily, relaxing and reveling in his alpha’s attention until he felt those hands pull him further over the edge. His hands immediately came up to press against Ra’s chest. He nipped a warning against the alpha’s ear.

Well he’s not wrong, considering Ra’s is literally ancient. Even Bruce would be young for him. 

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There is a limit to what the Lazarus Pit can repair without the side effects becoming overwhelming, and Ra's is quickly approaching it. He requires a new body to transfer to, ideally within the next twenty to thirty years, and what would you know, his daughter has just birthed an alpha son. Between her genetics and the father's, the child would make an excellent host.

Talia doesn't want this, and so offers her father something else: the mysteriously alive omega son of Batman. Ra's holds Bruce is rare regard, and why take another child and risk the host fighting off Ra's spirit when he could just breed his own? The bit doesn't appeal to Ra's as he is now, but he is reluctantly impressed with the boy's instinctive fighting prowess, especially once he finishes going over the notes of the doctors Talia has had look at the boy and realises how extensively he was damaged.

The damage is still too great to risk putting him in a Pit--the Lazarus Pit's most favoured trick is to grant new life whilst also taking it, and Ra's doesn't wish to risk his fertility. So the boy is never fully dipped into the Pit, but Ra's does occasionally feed him tinctures made from Pit water. The boy will never be the same, but what emerges is intriguing and steadfastly loyal.

Some years later, Jason is on the verge of his prime fertile years, and Ra's finds himself incapable of breeding him--the Pit took that years ago. Luckily, the Detective has another bird by his side, one that has intrigued Ra's for many years, one that, should he breed Jason, would doubtlessly prove to be an excellent sire. Ra's will have a perfect host.

So Ra's kidnaps Tim and tries to force him to mate Jay and idk if Tim recognises Jay as Jason, idk if Jason knows he's Jason Todd or if he completely believes that all he's ever been is Ra's al Ghul's beloved omega, idk if Ra's forces Tim or if he knows that, deprived of other contact, the two youngest & English speaking-est members of the household will seek one another out and he trusts Jason's charms enough to know Tim will prove no obstacle.

It’s a long journey from Metropolis back to Gotham where Jason grew up before he was abducted, but he’s determined to make it, and quickly. It took several years, but he finally escaped and he needs to put as much distance between him and Lex Luthor’s slave empire as possible before the bastard’s goons find him. He’s heard that in the years he’d been gone, Gotham has become a safe haven, a refuge, guarded by mage powerful enough to keep even Luthor at bay.

On his second night in the dangerous forest he hears a loud hissing and screeching. He wants to ignore it, stay curled up in the hollowed out tree where he feels just a little safer than out in the open. But the animal sounds so distressed and he’s worried that if it keeps being so loud, it’ll attract more dangerous predators.

When he gets there he finds an injured black cat, with intelligent bright, green eyes and the most adorable tufts of white fur on either side of his face, just below each ear, and golden fur on its belly.

There’s also a big grey wolf slobbering and snarling at it. Jason only has the kitchen knife he stole before he left and he doesn’t know why he risks his life for a wounded animal but he ends up getting the wolf good enough that it yelps and runs off. 

Jason’s a little banged up too. Scratches and bites on his arms, the fabric of his shirt is shredded and there’s gashes in his pants too. He drops to the forest floor and finds the cat watching him, staring intently, until finally it limps over to him and snuggles against his chest, purring.

The rest of the journey passes more quickly with his new little friend tucked safely in his coat where it kneads at his chest. Sometimes it rides on his shoulder and chews on his ear. At night, it curls up in his lap and Jason talks to it like he would a friend. If he’d ever had a friend. His parents died when he was young and he’d been taken by slavers soon after he hit the streets. When they found out what he was, they’d taken him straight to Lex, where he was groomed for a future he wanted no part of. 

Jason notices the cat’s ears twitch in interest and out of paranoid habit, learned from spending most his life in a dangerous place where dangerous people were always listening, Jason looks around to make sure he won’t be overheard. 

“I guess it’s ok to tell you,” he says to the cat, “You won’t say anything, will you, buddy?”

The way he says “buddy’ is almost like he actually considers the cat a friend. He knows it’s pathetic. But there’s no one here to see so he’s going to let himself pretend for minute. He tells the cat he’s an omega; apparently they’re pretty rare anymore, but that’s just what Lex said and he doesn’t trust Lex. He’d overheard the court mage tell Luthor Jason was very close to his first heat, when he’d finally be able to be bred. So Jason had tripled his efforts to escape.

He thinks the cats eyes get a little wider at the revelation but shrugs it off as his imagination. 

They finally make it to Gotham. The cat, who has now left little scratches and teeth marks all over him prompting Jason to affectionately call him ‘little demon’, is all healed up and trots along beside him loyally. 

Jason has no idea what to do now. He’s hungry and he’s sure the little demon is too but he has no money and he really needs to figure out somewhere safe to stay. His heat is still a ways away… a few days? maybe a week… and he may be safe from Lex, but he’s not safe from everyone else.

He feels the little demon’s claws sink into the skin of his ankle, through his pants and he hisses in surprise, eyes snapping down to his companion. 

There’s so much intelligence in that intense green gaze that it makes Jason a little uncomfortable at the memory that the cat had watched him in the woods while he bathed in the river. 

The cat swipes the leg of his pants with a paw, takes a few steps toward a side street, then looks back at Jason.

“You want me to follow you?”

The cat nods and trots off. Jason, a little freaked out, gulps and follows, curiosity winning out. 

They get to a dark but tidy little apothecary and Jason opens the door when the cat looks at him expectantly. 

The cat jumps onto the counter in front of a woman with long brown hair and familiar green eyes.

The woman stares at the cat for a moment, looking a little smug, before she sighs, says some words in a language Jason doesn’t know, and then there’s a flash of golden light, so bright and sudden that he jerks away from it, covering his eyes, and falls to the floor. 

When he can see again, he’s looking up at a tall, lean man, in green and gold robes, black hair, with familiar white streaks at the temples, and keen green eyes that he’d know anywhere.

The man holds out a long-fingered hand but Jason is frozen solid. The man smiles, sharp and dangerous. 

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Spoiled Lil Kitten ~ Alley Cat

“I don’t give a fuck about some damn stitches! The little bitch ain’t just sitting on his ass in some fucking bed being a lazy shit. The bitch’s got work to do, money to make.” The male voice sounded incensed, booming from the chest.

The man the voice belonged to looked just as unpleasant. A typical thug with long greasy hair, a grungy appearance, and reeking of smoke and alcohol, he was currently attempting to intimidate Leslie by looming over the older woman. The veteran doctor had dealt with her fair share of burly morons threatening violence to get their way. She had stood up to far more dangerous men. Still Bruce frowned as he took in the scene concern growing. The man had clear rage on his face bent on getting his way as Leslie met his glare without fear and strong. Her eyes blazed with a will no man could match.

Jason’s always heard about how soulmates switch bodies and how it’s meant to make it easier to find your other half. He had seen how the kids at school had been so eager to find out who their soulmate was.

Growing up in Crime Alley, Jason though the whole soulmate thing was utter crock. He’d seen how soulmates worked out. There’s no such thing as a perfect match. His parents were soulmates and look how miserable they were with each other.

So no, Jason never gave his soulmate much thought. He didn’t care if he met them or not. He grew up watching others around him switch and find their soulmates. He watched some fall in love as others just fought. He didn’t care. He never had the switch so it didn’t bother him.

Maybe he didn’t even have a soulmate which didn’t bother him much. Trying to survive the Alley was enough of a struggle to worry about finding the love of his life.

Jason’s got work at a crappy bar that barely pays. He’s got bills to pay. He has a life to live.

So when he wakes up in a bedroom twice the size of his rundown apartment smelling of spices and covered in ancient antiques and luxuries he could only dream of, Jason’s first thought is simply “Fuck”

Jason didn’t want a soulmate, but it appears he has one and his soulmate apparently lives in the lap of luxury. He didn’t even want to think about the wealth in this room. He didn’t want to think about any of it. Maybe if he fell back asleep he can switch back.

His soulmate was probably horrified. Jason wasn’t living in absolute squalor, but it was far from adequate living conditions. His apartment was tiny with paint chipping, flooring warped, and furniture that was more broke than anything. His fridge remained perpetually near empty and the amount of mold and gunk growing in the building would probably get it condemned if any officials actually dared to step foot in his neck of the woods.

And just as quickly as Jason entered this weirdly strong and healthy body, he snapped back to his own standing in the middle of his flat. Swallowing down any hurt or longing, Jason resolved himself not to think of the incident.

There was no way a person as rich as that would want a soulmate as lowly as him. He doubted they’d even come find him; would probably forget the switch happened at all and find some other rich person to marry.

Maybe they’ll laugh about his state or maybe they’ll never speak of it.

Jason didn’t care. He had a hard enough life without dreaming of a possibility where he had fresh food and never worried about bills.

So Jason Todd swallowed down and forgot everything. He got up, got ready for work, and headed out.

He should have known better. The universe did always like to fuck him over.

Half way to the bar he worked at, he was grabbed by ninjas? What?

Look, Jason knew weird shit happened in Gotham. There’s a man running around in a Bat suit; a bunch of themed freaks terrorizing the city every other night; and any prepared Gothamite never went out without a gas mask.

But being kidnapped by ninjas is a new one for him.

He doesn’t remember how he gets there, but Jason somehow ends up in a penthouse surrounded by ninjas all silent and on guard. He’s not tied up or anything, just sitting in a chair with a bunch of guards.

And then the wall of ninjas part for a really fucking tall man. Striking green eyes focused intently on him as the man approached. Everything about the man screamed power, status, and wealth.

A sinking feeling settled low in Jason’s gut.

“We finally meet, Beloved.”

Thanks for the ask! This will have to be explanations since I'm not at my computer

Engineered

So, the whole concept of this fic was born out of an off hand comment in a discord server. Predictably it spiralled. In this au, omegas are the ruling class after a revolution decades/centuries ago. Betas are commoners. Alphas aren't born, but genetically engineered to be perfect. Young Jason is finally old enough to receive his first alpha.

Acid Green Desires

The Lazarus Pit affected Jason much more than anyone thought. He's something else now, a unique being changed by the twisted magic of the Pit. He's also the Demon Head's spoiled wife

Jackrabbit

Jason Todd’s life was a series of oddities that still surprised him. He grew up on the street; was taken in by Batman and made Robin; died and got better; went on a bloody warpath as Red Hood; and now he was laid out on pillows that could have paid for a year’s rent reading first editions of his favorite books while his mate oversaw the training.

The guilt had eaten at him for months when he agreed to return to Ra’s. The Bats had been his pack. Bruce had been the first person to give him a chance. It felt wrong to the core of his omega instincts to leave that pack, that alpha.

Ra’s very thoroughly reminded him of the abuse and neglect Bruce had put him through.

So, the regret and guilt didn’t last too long.

Ra’s kept his promise of being a better alpha in every way. He didn’t even look to make Jason his mate when he brought the broken omega home. He fed Jason; had him bathed in the most wonderful bath; and gave him a wardrobe fitting of an al Ghul omega. It felt too much at first with the large chambers all to himself, the library of rarities, and the gifts. Jason didn’t know how exactly to react with his change in status; to go from a stray omega hanging on the fringes of a pack and living in a bare-bones situation to suddenly have the wealth, respect, and privilege of a pack omega.

It was all so new and overwhelming and Ra’s was there to help guide him. It surprised Jason to not have the alpha pursue him as a mate. That would have been logical; to bring a new blood omega into a pack for the purpose of mating, but Ra’s never once overstepped. There was never a moment where Jason felt the gifts were conditional.

So, when his first real heat came in the face of a far more healthy situation, he felt no hesitation in asking his pack alpha to help him. Ra’s was perhaps the most experienced alpha in the world. He knew how to care for an omega through their heat and he used all that knowledge to keep Jason in absolute bliss throughout and, much to Jason’s surprise, without ever mounting him.

Jason’s omega side had fallen head over heels for the alpha that could provide, protect, and care for him. Jason had fallen for an alpha that had all the power and never once used it against him. With his heart in his throat and draped in the robes of pack omega, Jason went to Ra’s with a soft voice.

The courting began as traditional, but as unique as an alpha like Ra’s could manage. If Jason thought Ra’s proved himself before, he was fully convinced now. It was everything out of his classic romances, everything an Alley born omega could dream of and more.

The moment Jason accepted Ra’s bite had been nearly magical. Dressed in silks and dripping with gold, he had stood gazing up at Ra’s among the exotic garden. Ra’s had been so gentle as he turned Jason’s head to bare his throat. The bite sent waves through Jason and it amazed him all the more when Ra’s bared his own throat for Jason to leave his part of the claim. No western alpha would do that willingly.

And now, several months after that moment of binding himself to the alpha, Jason laid among pillows with book in hand watching his mate more than reading. A small smile spread across his face at the strong silhouette Ra’s presented. A hand drifted down to his belly where the muscle had rounded slightly in the recent weeks.