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You are definitely not my dad.
Dick blanches. Dad? Does Bruce have another kid? Fuck. How’s he supposed to break it to Damian that he’s not the only bloodson? What is he supposed to do now? Does he take him home? To the cave? The manor? How old is the ki-
A loud throat-clearing breaks Dick out of his inner turmoil.
Shit. Right, hostage, yes. Jason the Top Priority on the List of what to do In Case.
He picks the kid up and checks him for wounds or injuries. The kid – omega, he absently notes – is emitting a somewhat stressed scent, starting to reek of anxiety. Shit. What now?
In the back of his mind, Dick is absolutely reprimanding himself. How many hostage situations has he rescued? Why is he tripping up now? Jason makes a soft noise and Dick snaps back to the present to see Jason’s face flushed red, eyes slowly glazing over. Yet he smells no slick.
Dry-heat. The stress is sending him into a dry-heat. He needs to fix this. Now.
Dick does the only thing he can think of; he gets himself and Jason into the Batmobile and to the cave as quickly as possible. Alfred and Tim will know what to do.
Alfred and Tim are standing in the cave parking bay, waiting on the arrival after Dick’s frantic heads-up call, and take action as soon as Dick is out of the car with Jason in his arms.
Luckily, Damian is asleep upstairs per preparation of tomorrow’s exam, so Dick doesn’t have to tackle that issue just yet.
The two betas get Jason stabilised in no time. The small omega peacefully curled up in Bruce’s cave-den, surrounded by Bruce’s scent.
And a load of different realisations crash into Dick at the same time. He needs some cereal.
Jason sleeps for three whole days, eats enough food that could feed three alphas, and leaves with a cheerful, “Bye! Thanks for the hospitality!”
What the fuck.
Dick only met Jason a week ago and has been so stressed ever since. Not for wondering where he is or whether he is alright. No, the fact that he keeps seeing him around is what’s giving him grey hairs early. Because they keep meeting in the most dangerous situations and places and moments. Tim and Damian have been sending him increasingly worried looks, but he’s too worried about Jason to notice.
And Dick is right to be worried; as of this moment, he is staring at Jason, all trussed up like a Christmas ornament, dangling by the ropes from a meat hook.
Jason must see Dick’s panic, because he rolls his eyes and tells him, “calm down, you’re overreacting, Not-Dad.”
Dick swallows his argument and gets Jason free from his bonds and holds him while checking him over, as has become the norm, and if he scents Jason a little bit? Well, that is between the two of them.
Dick, Tim and Damian are on a rare patrol together. All looking for Jason, be it consciously or subconsciously.
An alarm sounds from the direction of Jason’s neighbourhood – oh no – and the vigilante takes off. There is no fire when they arrive, residents calmly standing outside the building, one in particular looks especially disgruntled. And exhausted.
Tim walks up to him, “you alright, Jay?”
Jason turns to look up at him, “yeah, fine,” he mumbles, swaying on his feet. Tim shifts so that Jason’s head would be pillowed on Tim’s chest if he happens to lean back (on purpose or otherwise) and Dick walks closer with Damian in tow.
“Hey, Jaybird,” Dick says.
“Not-Dad,” Jason returns with a nod, and then, “newest Robin,” receiving a curt nod.
“So, what happened here?” Dick asks.
Jason’s face scrunches up in an adorable grumpy expression, “evacuation ‘cause of a small fire.” And then he whines a soft, but clearly distressed omega whine, “I just wanted to sleep!” He’s quiet enough, at least, that only the three vigilantes can hear.
It is Damian who offers: “You could nest in our Father’s den, where you slept previously,” he says, and Jason’s scent turns sweet.
“That sounds so nice,” he sighs and leans further into Tim, “miss my Bat-Dad.”
Dick ignores the flare of jealousy at Jason’s proximity to the beta – as well as Tim’s knowing look – and moves to scoop Jason up.
The next afternoon, Jason wakes, and like the last time, he bids his goodbye after a nice breakfast, and leaves.
Dick subtly thanks Damian for being so kind and thoughtful to his brother. And technically their pack omega. Shit, how’s he gonna go about that?
Eventually, Bruce is back. Dick gladly hands the cowl back over to the pack alpha and dons his familiar suit for patrol. That night, he and Bruce patrol together. Dick recognises the route and the attitude with which Bruce is operating tonight. He knows what, or rather who, Bruce is heading for.
A commotion in the street below grabs Dick’s attention, and well, whaddaya know? There’s their little omega, being dragged to a van, about to be tossed inside. Before Dick realises it, he’s flying towards the commotion and crashing into one of the men holding his omega.
Soon, the thugs are all tied up and Jason is safely tucked into Dick’s chest, “hey, Not-Dad,” he says softly.
At that moment, Bruce rounds the corner, and immediately heads towards them. Jason looks over Dick’s shoulder and his face brightens instantly, “Bat-Dad!” he squeals and wriggles out of Dick’s arms.
Bruce is rushing their way with quick strides and Jason all but leaps into his waiting arms, nuzzling into Bruce’s hair and neck, swiping his wrists all over Bruce to scent him, purring up a storm.
Bruce holds him tightly, rumbling right back.
“I missed you,” Jason sniffles, “where were you?”
Bruce squeezes the tiny body just that much closer.
“I’ll explain everything at home.”
Jason sleeps in the manor proper for the first time.
At breakfast, Jason sits between Dick and Bruce, and it feels so normal, like he’s always been there. All the catching up is happening now, Bruce is not happy to hear about the dry-heat incident, guilt smacking him again for leaving his baby alone, but is pleased to know that the pack had taken care of their omega, of Jason, and that his own scent had helped.
Jason is busy telling stories of everything that Bruce has missed; “Not-Dad this” and “Not-Dad that” and Dick is tired of being out of the loop so he asks, “why am I Not-Dad?”
And Jason looks at him, the absolute image of innocence, waiting for Dick to take his next bite of food before sweetly asking, “do you want me to call you daddy, instead?” and Dick chokes.
Tim snorts coffee out through his nose, hitting Dick’s back to get him to stop choking. Bruce looks fondly exasperated and Damian shows a half smile at Jason, before silently nudging some water in Dick’s direction.