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Damian sat in his room scowling at his door trying to figure out what to do.
Monday was Mother’s day, and this usually wouldn’t be a problem. Nothing worth noting in the League, just another day and nothing more, but he had a school assignment on the topic and that got him thinking.
He wasn’t in the League anymore. He was in Gotham, with Grayson. Damian could admit to himself had been more of a Mother than Talia in so many ways.
Mind you Talia will always be his Mother.
But maybe… maybe Dick could be his Mom? He was his pack Omega now after all.
But would it be appropriate? Grayson was technically his brother not his Mom, even with pack status that didn’t really change much.
Did it?
Damian growled lightly, holding his head in his hands. Trying to sort out all these feelings on what to do was not as easy as he had hoped.
There was a knock on the door. “Hey pup, dinner is done,” Dick called from the hallway.
‘ Always careful to respect my privacy. Always accepting the answer of if he could enter or not.’ A small thought whispered.
Damian nodded climbing out of bed and opening the door to find Grayson standing there in Gotham knights sweat pants and a plain blue shirt that looked like it hadn’t been hung up or folded since it came out of the dryer a week ago.
“What are we having?” Damian followed the man to the kitchen, to see plates set on the counter next to the stove.
“Veggie burgers and fries. I couldn’t find any of the impossible meat ones we were talking about yesterday but I thought we could give these a go.”
Damian nodded keeping his face neutral even as a warm feeling filled his chest.
‘ Always listening to what I’m saying no matter how mundane or relevant it is to the mission, remembering my preferences on food being vegetarian friendly.’ The voice whispered again.
Damian ducked his head a little but continued to follow behind his Mom Brother, brushing off the strange feeling that came one second and was gone the next.
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It had been a long patrol, and though Damian would never admit it, he was sore, very sore and his head was killing him.
Damian glared at his phone screen, trying to read the text Pennyworth had sent, but the words had started to blur together.
“Hey pup, you okay?” Dick had paused taking off the final piece of his suit, to lean down and look at him.
Damian huffed scrunching up his nose at the man. “Of course I am, I’m not the one who got thrown into the warehouse wall repeatedly, Grayson.” Damian would roll his eye but that’d hurt. Then Grayson would know and then…
Well, Damian wasn’t quite sure what would happen. Grayson has made it clear that he isn’t taking Robin away ever due to injuries or the weakness of admitting pain. Always says that Damian is always welcome to come back to it after he heals.
And when he refuses pain medicine Grayson just explains what it is and why he should take it but then he doesn’t push, as long as Damian doesn’t really need it.
Grayson might want to cuddle him or something… that wouldn’t be terrible…
Dick sends him a small smile, “Maybe, but you still worked hard out there, still took hits from the henchmen you took down.”
Damian huffed going back to squinting at his phone.
Dick smiled to himself shaking his head as he set aside the final piece of the suit, he was sore and in a moderate amount of pain but thankfully Alfred had left some of the good stuff on the desk before he left for England on his 2-week vacation.
“Pup, the truth please, are you in pain?” Dick raised a brow at the boy watching him squint and glare at the screen.
“I’m fine Grayson” Damian sent him a glare, shifting in his seat, feeling that strange warmth in his chest again.
Always concerned with my well-being, always making sure I’m okay. The voice pointed out.
Nodding Dick stood up slowly, wincing as it pulled on his back.
“Okay, how about we head upstairs to bed?”
Damian ducked his head and nodded, following after his Omega Grayson, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling spreading in his chest.
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The next night was Movie night. With the rain coming down in sheets, Grayson had deemed that they didn’t need to patrol because ‘no one will want to be out in this.’ Damian agreed.
Damian rubbed his eyes again, trying to watch the dancing characters on the screen, but it was becoming harder to concentrate on the movie the Omega had picked for the night.
It was about some lion cub, who was gonna be king? Damian didn’t really know where the movie was going because each time he stopped thinking about it, he’d close his eyes and would miss what was happening on the screen, which was annoying, to say the least.
Damian felt himself frown before he smelled something sweet, and nice, like Hazlenut and Cinnamon. It was making his head feel cottony and fuzzy.
Forcing his eyes open again Damian turned his heavy head towards Grayson, seeing the man smiling at the TV, a blanket thrown over his lap, clearly trying to play off as if he wasn’t doing anything besides watching the Television.
Damian pouted, sending a small glare at the Omega. He knew what he was doing, but Damian would not yield! He was gonna finish this movie.
Though what was happening?
Damian turned back to the movie, to see the lion cub running through the desert.
Why was he running through the desert, again? Did his uncle send him there?
“Dami?”
But that wouldn’t make much sense, there was no food in the desert for lion cubs.
“Pup, you awake?”
But maybe he was sent on a mission? Like to find a new place to live?
Damian was startled as he felt the blanket that had been on Grayson being draped over him, the soft material was already warm and it smelled nice, as he moved it up to cover him better he felt the strange cotton feeling fill his sleepy head more, making everything seem… nice. Very nice.
“It’s okay baby, we can try again next movie night. Let’s go to bed now though, okay?” Dick was whispering softly to him. Leaned over like he might pick Damian up if he asked.
Damian pouted up at the Omega, letting out a soft whine of displeasure. Though he wasn’t quite sure how effective it was when he closed his eyes mid-way though.
He heard Dick chuckle softly before there were arms sliding under him, and he was suddenly held against an equally warm chest.
Damian mumbled, pulling the blanket up until it covered his nose. He wasn’t quite sure what he was trying to say though, maybe something about the cub on the mission?
“Shhh puppy, it’s okay. I’ve gotcha.” The Omega leaned down and kissed Damian’s forehead before they started walking presumedly to Damian’s room.
Always soft, never harsh. Never mean always Kind.
Damian let a smile grace his lips as he nuzzled into his Omega’s chest.
And that was the last thing that happened before he fell into a deep sleep.
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Damian presumed wrong.
He was not in his room, rather he was in Dick’s. Still wrapped in the blanket from the living room and still against his chest, but this time they were both laying down in his nest, Damian laying more on top of him than anything.
Damian scrunched open his eyes looking at Dick from his position on the man’s chest, the blanket obscured his vision a bit, but he can still make out the man’s features relaxed in sleep, a bit of hair in his face and his mouth open slightly.
Damian still felt a bit fuzzy which was concerning, but laying here on the Omega’s chest it didn’t seem so bad.
Stretching a bit before lifting his head, Damian looked around the room and realized the nest that he had been taken to was a rather messy one but a nest all the same, some things from each of his siblings were scattered around the walls of the nest.
A pillow that smelled like Drake, Todd’s spare jacket, A shirt from Cassandra, a button-up that must have been Father’s, a white pair of gloves that could only be Pennyworths, and a stuffed elephant that was well loved, perhaps something from his childhood?
Scrunching up his nose at the messy nest, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling that rose when he didn’t see anything of his, instead, he turned to look at the rest of his surroundings.
The room was pretty typical a bookshelf against the far wall, a desk that had papers and knickknacks covering it, a closet, and a few things hanging on the wall-
Damian paused blinking a few times as he look at what was hanging on the wall…
It was crumpled-looking but pressed into a black frame, it was a picture drawn in what looked like a pencil.
Damian felt a lump form in his throat as he stared at the picture, it was familiar in the worse way.
Pushing himself up off of the omega he sat up, staring at it in disbelief.
It was his. Or rather one he drew, of him and Grayson as Batman and Robin. He had gotten frustrated with his sloppy work that day and crumpled up the piece of paper and thrown it in the trash.
Grayson had gotten it out of the trash, and hung it up on his wall… why?
“Pup, you okay?”
Dick had woken at the feeling of the pup moving off him but wasn’t concerned until he started smelling all the mixed emotions his pup was projecting, confusion, shock, sadness, and anxiety. Dick’s Omega was panicking, calling him to scoop the pup back up in his arms and soothe him until the boy fell back asleep.
Damian didn’t respond but scowled at the picture before looking at the rest of the wall, seeing a few more pieces of his work hung up in frames, and one printed photo of him curled up on the couch sketching.
The fuzzy feeling from the last couple of days began growing in his chest again, quickly moving to his head. Even as the lump in his throat grew.
Did Mother- Talia. Did Talia have even one piece of artwork from him? One photo that wasn’t the one in his file that he knew they kept on him. Their perfect heir to the Demon’s head.
Grayson had barely known him for 5 months… and yet he had all of this.
“Pup?” Dick was becoming more concerned the longer the pup stayed silent, he could smell all the mixed emotions becoming stronger in the room, but he couldn’t figure out why.
Damian felt tears well up in his eyes as he stared at the pictures, none of them were gifted, they all were ones that Damian either left out or tried to throw away.
Damian turned his eyes away from the picture to stare down at the mess of blankets and froze as his eye’s caught something he hadn’t noticed before.
His shirt, his plain black nothing special about it shirt. Grayson had stolen it and put it in his hoard of blankets.
But these weren’t just blankets, they were items that Dick had stolen for his nest, the nest he made to spend time with his family, cuddling or sleeping, caretaking.
A place for an Omega to take care of their pup.
“... why do you have those…? “Damian whispered into the air, clenching his jaw as he refused to look in Grayson’s direction.
Dick glanced up and saw the pictures, before looking back down at the very upset pup. “Because I like them, and they make me think of you.” Dick smiled a little trying to catch Damian’s gaze.
Damian screwed his eyes shut trying his best not to cry, and ignore his rapidly beating heart
Dick moved closer till they were close enough that Dick could scoop the boy up into his arms should the time come.
Biting his lip Damain turned his face away more fully. “I have a Mother…”
Dick raised a brow but nodded. “You do.”
“And-and…” Damian cried softly feeling the fuzzy sensation turn painful, as he wiped at his face angrily. “You’re not her!”
Dick deflated slightly but nodded along. “I know pup, I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to replace her.”
“I know!” Damian sniffed shaking his head, it did nothing to help his head or stop his crying, why was he crying!? “But you still keep those and remember unnecessary things about me, and do things that aren’t training, why!?” Damian growled at himself before turning to look at the man who treated him better than his own Mother had. “Why do you do those things!?”
Dick frowned at the sight of Damain’s tears, “It’s because I love you.”
Love
Dick loved him.
Damian’s breath hitched again, a soft sob making its way out of him as the knot of emotion he had been caring around the last 3 days began coming undone.
“Oh, baby…” Dick cooed reaching over slowly to scoop the boy up, knowing there was a fifty-fifty shot he could be doing the wrong thing, but sighed in relief as Damian turned into his chest to continue his weeping.
“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Dick cooed moving back to sit down properly in the nest.
Damian clutched the omega’s sleeping shirt trying to stop his useless weeping, but it was no good. The tears wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.
Damian felt soft kisses and Dick nuzzling against his temple, in an effort to soothe him, a gentle coo came from the man. Completely Omegan, a Mother’s sound for her pup.
Damian cried harder hiding in Grayson’s Mom’s chest.
His Mom.
Damian felt himself sink more into the warmth supporting him, the fuzzy sensation spreading everywhere, as he finally admitted to himself that yes, Grayson was his Mom now.
“There we go pup, it’s okay.” Dick cooed to the boy who was slowly calming down. His scent was changing from upset, confused, and angry to pure relief.
Dick didn’t really know why Damian was relieved but he had an inkling that tomorrow’s holiday ( Or rather today since it was 1:13 AM) was making the pup miss his Mother, which Dick understood completely ( Hell he still missed his mom like no other, whenever Mother’s day came around. )
Damian’s scent turned sour once more. Before Dick could renew his efforts of calming his baby the pup, Damian shot up looking at him with wet eyes, his mouth opened a few times but nothing came out.
“I- do you- I” Damian heard his stuttering and closed his mouth in frustration, quickly wiping his eyes as he tried to make the words come out correctly.
But how is he supposed to ask Dick if he will be his mom? It’s not something Damian should assume because he’s Damian and maybe Grayson doesn’t want to be stuck with him-
“Pup, breath.” Damian snapped his eyes back to the man. His face twisted in concern as he grabbed Damian’s hands and put them on his chest as he made a show of breathing slowly.
Damian scowled and shook his head at himself, but started following the man’s breathing. Quickly moving to hide his face in the man’s chest again, feeling himself relax as the hands moved from his hands to his back, gently rubbing it while trying to avoid the scars that sometimes still bothered him.
Dick smiled despite himself as he helped the pup calm down, the boy’s shaking and tears had slowed but he still smelled anxious. Dick gently cooed at the boy, kissing his head.
“I know I’m not your Mother Damian,” Despite always feeling like it, and wanting the boy to want to be his pup. “I wasn’t trying to replace her, I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”
Damian sniffled listening to the Omega, biting his lip he tucked himself as close as he could be so he couldn’t see Grayson’s expression.
“... but I want you to be…” he whispered softly.
Dick froze for a half second, shocked to hear what came out of his pup’s mouth. But freezing was the wrong thing to do because Damian’s scent or anxiety and sadness began filling the room, even as the pup started struggling to get away from him.
“Tt- just forget about it Gray-” Damian’s body was brought back to Dick’s chest in a hug or a restraint, or both.
“Is that why you’ve been upset these last couple of days?” Dick whispered to the boy, feeling relief that after a moment of no response, Damian nodded once.
Grinning Dick pulled the boy back, to look at his tear-stained face before he gently wiped under the boy’s eyes, nodding as he leaned down and kissed his pup’s forehead.
“Of course, I will be baby.”
Dick leaned down till their foreheads were pressed together, a sparkle of hope in the boy’s eyes. “I’d love nothing more than to be your Omega, your Mom.”
Damian promptly started crying again, before crashing into Mom’s chest. The fuzzy feeling took over every part of his body as he forced himself as close as he could possibly be to his new Mom.
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“Why am I feeling so weird.”
Dick cocked a brow amused at the slightly slurred words coming out of his pup. Said pup was laying down next to him curled up as much as he could be.
“You’re more than likely going through something called ‘Pup Haze’ it’s what happens when a pup accepts a new parental pack mate. Makes your hormones and instincts go a bit wacky.”
Dick smiled at the boy who was currently gripping his shirt in tight fists but his face was relaxed, and his scent was coming out as sweet and milky as his body could make it. The scent of a pup trying to make himself pleasing to the Omega so that the Omega would feel compelled to stay with the pup.
Little did Damian’s body know, that Dick wouldn’t be leaving his new pup alone for days now.
Damian hummed in understanding before tugging gently on Mom’s shirt, trying to get him to get even closer.
Dick laughed pulling Damian flush against himself before pulling the covers over them, making the pup give a soft giggle.
Yeah, Damian’s logical mind was gone with the wind.
“Such a good pup, so handsome and sweet” Dick cooed beginning to groom the boy, enjoying as the hormone-drunk pup smiled and chirped happily, opening his eyes for a second to look at him before burrowing down into his neck, bumping the top of his head under Dick’s chin, to help cover himself in Dick’s scent, and promptly started purring.
Dick laughed once more as he gave up grooming and instead wrapped his arms more fully around the pup.
“You’ll probably feel a bit better in the morning puppy, so let’s go to sleep now, yeah?” Dick cooed to the boy.
Damian hummed continuing his purring, probably not processing anything that Dick was saying anymore.
Dick’s face was beginning to hurt from how much he was smiling but he couldn’t help himself from squeezing his pup closer with a grin, before closing his eyes and starting to rub his baby’s back, trying to get him to sleep.
Damian was asleep in seconds, hormone drunk and exhausted from all his crying. Dick stayed awake a bit longer basking in all the joy of finally having the boy be his.
Damian was his pup now, the boy asked him to be his Mom and Dick would go to the ends of the earth for his baby.
Dick smiled at the thought and drifted off.