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When Jason awoke, his head was pounding and everything was fuzzy. For those first brief seconds he forgot himself, didn’t register where he was or what had happened or the fact the hand that came to subconsciously rub at his eye was lighter, smaller-
He bolted awake, eyes wide, breath coming out in pants instantly, looking down in horror.
“No. No, no no!” He cried out because his hands were covered in familiar green gloves, his arms were skinny and small and- He was Robin. He couldn’t be Robin. He was awake-
“What the fuck?” Jason hissed in his panic looking around the room. There was nothing to note. It was a room with only a bed, four walls and a door. Who the fuck- where was he? Why-
“No-” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t be Robin. Not anymore. Not- He didn’t want to die in these colours again. He should be Red Hood. Where was his body? What-
“Good Morning, Little Wing.” A voice cooed from the door. Jason froze.
“D-Dick?” He asked hesitantly, because the figure in the doorway wasn’t his brother, wasn’t the boy he’s known for a small collection of years, the one who’d given him Robin, hadn’t come to his funeral-
Had killed the Joker and ran off to work under Slade Wilson.
“Jason. You’re safe with me.” Dick smiled, opening the door and letting himself in, sitting down beside Jason who couldn’t help but shudder under Dick’s sharp gaze. The older was dressed in his Renegade regalia and strapped with clearly visible weaponry. Jason had nothing. He had the suit, the Robin suit he thought he’d never wear again but none of his old equipment, nothing to use to get out of this situation. The worst part was, as soon as he had tried to pull himself out of bed he’d realised his legs were bound together. He couldn’t run even if he wanted to.
“D-Dick why am I- what-”
“Little Wing.” Dick spoke again, looking Jason dead in the eye. “You’re back. I missed you. My precious little brother, my little bird.” Dick grinned, the grin didn’t meet his eyes, he looked unhinged and Jason couldn’t help the fearful whine in the back of his throat.
“No, Jay, I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I’ll be the bigger brother you deserve. You’re safe here with me.” Dick soothed, fingers brushing through Jason’s hair. Jason keened, couldn’t force himself to move. It was only then that he noticed. His body had been de-aged, yes, but he was no longer an Omega. He was a Pup again. He hadn’t been in the Pit, was still malnourished, would present late and painfully as an Omega again. He didn’t want to go through that again.
“N-No-” Jason whimpered, he didn’t want to be Robin, he didn’t want to be a Pup. He wanted to be Red Hood, he wanted to feel safe, secure, and be strong enough to protect himself- He keened another panicked pack noise against his will. He couldn’t control himself. He was terrified.
“It’s okay, Little Wing. Big Brother has you.” Dick whispered, pulling Jason into his arms. Jason didn’t want this and yet his arms circled Dick’s back and cried against his chest.
“Alpha.” Jason sobbed, because Dick once upon a time had been Pack Alpha, had been the person Jason had felt closest to, safest with and deep down a part of him, subconsciously decided that still applied now.
“That’s it, Jay. You’re safe. No one will hurt you. You’ll stay here with me, forever, Pup. I’ll keep you, protect you, listen to Big Brother.” Dick hummed, holding Jason closed, one hand forcefully moving Jason’s face to his neck, making the younger boy inhale Dick’s overpowering scent. Jason mewled against it. The hold continued for a while, Jason wasn’t sure how long only that he shouldn’t stop trembling and sobbing into the hold, couldn’t stop the desperate pup-like whines he bit out.
Eventually Dick pulled away though. Jason let out a terrified sound, he didn’t want to be alone. He shivered again, this time not only from fear but from how cold he was, his legs bare, only those familiar green pants to keep him clothed.
“D-Don’t go- Di-Dick.” Jason pleaded, unable to get up from the bed, legs bound still.
“I have to go, Jaybird, Deathstroke has a contract he needs my help with. I promise I’ll come back soon, Little Brother.” Dick spoke softly, letting out a rumble that threatened Jason to challenge his rule. Jason whined, dipped his head and submitted like a good pup even if he wasn’t really a pup. He was a grown Omegan adult trapped in his 14 year old body. He hated the way his body shivered violently when Dick left, how it longed to be back in the safe hold of his pack… even when Dick clicked shut four locks and switched off the light leaving Jason in the cold and dark. How could his body feel safe with that kind of person?
He cried, curled up the best he could with his legs bound and locked together and whined for the pack to return. He felt pitiful. He wanted to go back home. Even Bruce would be better than this.
Dick was elated as he skipped up the long flight of stairs from the underground bunker. He had his Little Wing back. Finally. He would protect his Robin this time, the Joker was dead already, Dick had murdered the clown after what he’d done and Slade had taken him in when Bruce kicked him out of Gotham. Jason would be safe, his little baby brother would be safe.
He’d grow up to be a fine young adult, he’d stay safe with Dick forever and ever and Dick would keep him from harm. If he wasn’t near people he wouldn’t get hurt and Jason could live forever in the bunker, Dick would be able to see his little brother anytime, his little Robin.
He hummed happily. Yes, this was a great idea. Or better yet, he could just keep reusing the gem he’d gotten, the one that had turned that filthy mockery, that Red Hooded fellow, back into his adorable little brother. Keep turning Jason back into a teenager whenever he outgrew it, keep his precious baby brother forever the little birdie he was destined to be? Dick liked the sound of that a lot. It would be perfect.
