#unused drafts

Dick’s heats had always been rather mild, but his nesting instincts were incredibly strong. Jason had learned that from a young age. He’d first met Dick when the omega blew into the manor, snatching everything soft and cuddly (including a young Jason) and hunkered down into the living room. 

Jason learned the living room was chosen because it was easier to snag Bruce and Alfred when the two older men checked on them out of curiosity. For several years Jason was subjected to the heat affections of Dick Grayson (Jason would never admit how much he enjoyed it back then). And years later, when Jason returned to the family years, Dick had craftily (easily) tricked him right back into the omega’s nest. 

Dick sniffed and dropped blankets according to some internal system of ranking that Jason was not privy to. He collected various items from the living room and guest bedroom (where Tim and Damian regularly slept). 

As he gathered the blankets up, Jason dutifully stripped off his current shirt and handed it over without question, and made his way to the bedroom. Now Jason could finally start his own prep for Dick’s upcoming heat. Making sure they had all the groceries and precooked meals. 

He left Dick to his fussy nest building and began his inventory of the kitchen.

***

“What the fuck are you doing in here brat?” Jason demanded as he eyed the young alpha in his nest. 

“Richard said I could stay for a bit while I scented a few items for his heat,” Damian sniffed as he hunkered down in the nest of blankets and clothes that Dick had made. 

“Well great, mission accomplished, your scent is all over the damn place, so get out!” Jason reached for him, and barely snatched his hand back in time to avoid Dick’s snapping teeth. 

“Richard likes me here,” the little alpha smirked. 

“Ugh, yo– Dickie, can you please finish your snuggling and get him out.”

Dick’s pupils focused on Jason, and– okay, yeah rational thought had left the omega train station. 

“Damian, you can't stay. You know you are too old for this,” Jason tried reasoning. 

Damian's self assured smirk faltered at the statement and he shifted about in the clutch of Dick's arms. “I really did just stop by to help.”

“Alright,” Jason sighed reluctantly, “let me go see if I even have enough supplies for three.”

*** 

He didn't, but also wasn't sure if he really wanted to run to the grocery store again either, so he outsourced. 

Tim was a flighty creature but he was not cruel. Jason just had to ask and withhold a bit of info in order to get the beta to show up. 

“Timbit, good to see you,” Jason yanked the younger man through the threshold before he could dodge. 

“Um, yeah, you texted ‘Dick needs help, bring lots of spicy pad thai. Is Dick okay?” 

“Oh uh yeah, he's in the room. Can you go check on him?”

Tim eyed him suspiciously but handed over the four bags of take out, toed off his shoes, and opened the door. 

“Oh shit–” Tim tried to turn, to run, to escape, but Dick was faster. The omega snatched Tim by the back of the collar. 

Tim tried ditching his shirt by going limp and raising his arms to escape, and it might have worked to distract the omega, but Jason stuck out a foot and tripped Tim to the ground. 

The beta still scrambled across the floor trying to escape the heated and nesting omega, but Dick snatched a foot and dragged him inside. 

Jason smiled as he stood in the doorway and snapped a picture of Dick nuzzling a grumpy Tim while Damian dozed peacefully beside them. 

He quickly shot off the picture to Cass, knowing she'd take the invitation for what it was. 

>>Need more food?<< she texted back. 

>>Tim brought twelve orders of pad thai<<

>>be there in 10 Steph too<<