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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Old Men Yaoi, Old Men In Love, knightfight au, Multiverse Shenanigans, Implied Relationships, Pining, no beta we die like jason, Sorry baby, Older Jason Todd, Older Dick Grayson, dilf grayson, hair cutting, Touch-Starved Jason Todd Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omegaverse Pup Damian Wayne, Identity Porn, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Jason Todd is Damian Wayne's Parent, Secret Santa, Flirting, Fighting Kink, Getting Together, emotionally constipated idiots in love, background mentions of Talia & Bruce, Damian gets a sword as a treat Summary:

Jason and Damian settle into Bludhaven while on the run. Jason discovers that some things last even past death when he finds himself running into Nightwing night after night.

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Here’s my entry for JayDick 2024 Secret Santa. A big first for me to write such a monster fic and for an event.

Jason goes MIA, and when Dick goes to investigate, it's not at all what he expected.

for @jaydick-week 2024

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Dick had to roll his eyes. Jason always claimed it was because he had to be sure it was spam calls even if he had the best caller ID Wayne Tech could afford, and he refused to have more than a flip phone. He’d broken a guy’s nose with it once and been so proud.

Dick wrote it off as normal. Jason would text back at some point and Dick would have forgotten what he meant to say in the first place.

Jason didn’t text. He didn’t call. He wasn’t in Gotham. 

A new bomb threat was going off in Gotham, and Red Hood was nowhere on scene. Over the bay Dick could see the Riddler’s giant question mark lighting up. Black Bat and Signal had it handled. Dick tried Jason again and was met with silence.

He wouldn’t put it past Jason to be ignoring him because he could but a part of Dick still worried. Call it the micromanager in him, but before calling in the big guns he started with his first source.

He texted Roy. <You heard from Jason?>

Roy: <He’s in Star, y?>

Dick reread that. <Won’t take my calls.>

Roy: <Lol.> <He’s probably busy with the baby.>

Dick clicked his phone off. He clicked it on. He read the message and then again.

<What fucking baby>

for @jaydick-week 2024

originally gifted to @002yb!

On a slow night, Red Hood dropped down in front of Nightwing. He stalked forward, not an inch of give in his body language that made Dick’s hackles raise just slightly.

It had been a long time since he’d felt any real animosity with Jason, but Jason was a strong fighter. His Beta was keenly aware of it, and out of instinct, it was rearing up at the potential for a fight. For what, he didn’t know. As for why his heart was kicking up a bit in excitement, Dick couldn’t say.

Before Dick could try and get a word out, Jason had shoved a box into his hands. 

“Here,” Jason said gruffly. “Robin said you missed a meal before you headed out.”

Dick had called in a favor. He’d busted his ankle and Bludhaven didn’t sleep. Normally, Jason had figured it was Tim who was Dick’s first choice. Especially after the last fiasco when Jason had fit into the suit. 

Dick didn’t seem to be bothered by that old fact, though. He’d hobbled on his one crutch and thrown the suit Jason’s way when he’d come climbing into Dick’s window. Or maybe he hadn’t had a choice. He was sure if they made Roy wear a wig, it might work. 

(Roy had gained back his bulk lately. He was bigger than Jason now, and he’d probably rip the suit worse than Jason might.)

“Calling in that solid,” Dick said in lieu of an explanation. “Just until I can put some weight on this thing.”

The last one Jason had worn, he’d kind of replicated himself. He wasn’t sure if Dick’s costumes came in any other sizes, but it had some stretch. Halfway into trying to pull it up his thighs, though, Jason thought he was making a mistake. He struggled by the time it hit just under his ass.

Dick leaned against the doorway. “I forgot how much you grew. Kind of can’t believe it sometimes. Even my Robin costume was too big on you before. Remember?”

He did. He also remembered wearing Dick’s green gloves and imagining he was being held. A scandalous thought at the time that had Jason unable to look Dick in the eye for a week. 

It was a snug fit by the time he got it all the way up, but it was doable. Dick’s eyes raked over him, lingering on the blue bird stretched across Jason’s chest.

 “Feel like I understand pillsbury biscuits now,” Jason tried to joke.

“Afraid you’ll pop out the minute you unzip, Jay?” 

Jason turned away with the excuse of putting on his domino. “Something like that.”

Dick clenched his hands in front of him. He could almost hear the leather creaking under his grip. He didn’t dare shift his gaze from where it was trained on the table in front of him. He dared to glance through his periphery at the men gathered there. They leered at him; amused mostly by the sheer force of will he had to endure his “master’s” teasing touch.

He meant Jason. At the corner of his eye Jason gave him a faux innocent smile even as he tapped away at the inner corner of Dick’s hip. It crawled forward a little suggestively but didn’t stray far enough to sense the way Dick’s dick was chubbing fast in his cup. By the way Jason gave a subtle glance, he knew. He was going to give Jason shit about it later. 

“You trained him well, Malone,” Sionis said, dropping an elbow to the table.

Even as said it, his eyes dropped to the deep V of Jason’s dress shirt. Jason had dressed in one of Bruce’s old Matches’ white suits that had grown small on him. It was still tight on Jason. Dick had nearly not let Jason leave when he’d shown him. With  a dopey smile, Jason leaned forward himself on the table. A little further and a nipple might pop out. Dick resisted the urge to glare at him for it. 

“We only deal in loyalty, Mr. Sionis,” Jason – Matches, Jr – said, pretending to be chipper. Only Dick knew that he was barely resisting the urge to bare his teeth as he said it. Ever the thespian though, Jason simply dug his index finger into the fabric of Dick’s trousers. Better than Sionis’ eye anyway. “Speaking of, we came here to make a deal, didn’t we gentlemen? Let’s get back to business…”

Dick dug his heels down into the concrete floor. He spared Jason a glance. He tapped away another code that Dick followed. He looked at Maroni’s bastard son seated off to the side. His snide little face watched Jason with barely concealed hatred. Jealousy was easy to manipulate. They had a lot to work with.

ick was beginning to wish Jason would deny the masses. For fifteen minutes already he’d been regaling a few other elite omegas about Dick’s cock. Gotham Elite loved to act high and mighty for cameras, but they were as raunchy and depraved as they accused others of being. Jason’s trap was setting off well.

It had been the topic of hot gossip that Dick had snagged not only an omega but an omega that looked like Jason had - lacking in all tradition and social norms. But, they’d reasoned amongst themselves, considering Dick’s past before Bruce had “saved him”, could they be surprised?

An unorthodox childhood before taming surely didn’t go away. The only indication that the conclusion bothered Jason was when he’d sweetly but firmly (read: viciously) reprimanded a partygoer over their own Alpha’s failings.

( “Well we can’t all have good Alphas like Dick, I suppose,” Jason said. “Alphas that don’t go chasing after underage omegas in crisis. Tell me, Mrs. Leroy, when’s the court case?”

Dick had just about caught the smirk Bruce had hidden behind his glass.)

Dick just barely caught Jason’s hands forming a circle, before stretching it a bit to the flushed, excited looks of the other omegas he was entertaining. They all glanced at Dick appraisingly. Jason looked over his shoulder and winked . Dick was going to kill him and then himself. 

“Baby,” Dick called sweetly. “You sure you don’t want to go check out the gardens with me?”

Jason perked, sending a look to the guests he was with. With an exaggerated stage whisper he said to them, “Told you he was needy.” they tittered as Jason sauntered away. When he got close to Dick, he hooked his finger into Dick’s belt loop and tugged.

“Jesus, don’t do that,” Jason grumbled. 

He squinted into the darkness of his room at the spotlight eyes staring back at him. The Talon - Dick, his mind replaced - was crouching in a darkened corner of his room. A sound like gratered gears met him in the silence. Dick was laughing, or his attempt to anyway. 

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Very funny. You’re scary. Now stop staring at me like that.”

Dick didn’t move, but he did blink letting Jason know he was listening. Jason shook his head and tried to roll over in his bed to get comfortable again. He left a space behind him should Dick decide to join him. 

It was 50/50 sometimes. Dick might give in to curiosity and slot himself against Jason. Due to his own upbringing he oftentimes was attached to Jason’s back. During really good times, he might let Jason do the same - a rare act of the trust they’d been building up together. Otherwise he was perched in Jason’s room, watching. Jason had learned to grow used to it. It never stopped being weird but he understood better now. 

That’s what he got for bringing home a Talon.

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The whole acquire a Talon thing was an accident. 

Jason, like all other Gothamites, had simply figured it was a spooky story told by parents to keep kids at home. It didn’t always do much good, but one hiss of “Don’t let the Talon get you ” Usually got kids home pretty quick. 

Then again, Jason mused, it wasn’t like Batman hadn’t been one of those spooky stories, too. And he turned out to be real. Jason shouldn’t have been surprised about the Talon.