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Tim blinked up at Bruce as Bruce sat down across from him. Ever calculating, he took careful note of Bruce’s clothes. He had approached Tim in the manor, so he wasn’t in his suit of course, but he wasn’t quite in normal relaxed at home clothes, but instead somewhere between that and clothes he would wear to the Wayne business building, “Bruce?”

Bruce sighed, “I need to start this by making it clear if you don’t want anything to do with this just say no and that will be it. I won’t even think about it again.”

Worried Tim set down his laptop, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing urgent or well wrong, it’s more something we could… fix.”

“What is it?”

Bruce sighed looking away, “You presented as omega last week. You’re the pack omega.”

Tim felt his eyes narrow as his back straightened the muscles of his back tightening, “So?”

Bruce blinked, “Tim? Oh!” His eyes widened, “No this isn’t about, Tim, I would never even think to tell you couldn’t do something because of your presentation. I would prefer you not go out as Red Robin while you're in heat but I have no doubt you could… but please don’t.”

Tim relaxed back into his chair, “Alright what are you talking about?”

“Jason.”

Tilting his head Tim repeated, “Jason? What about him?”

“He’s only loosely tied to the pack still, even Alfred has problems getting him to come home, and he never stays longer than necessary when we meet in the cave or he comes for something.”

“Spit it out B.”

“You're attracted to him.”

Tim blushed bright red, “So?”

“I,” Bruce paused, “Dick pointed out he’s attracted to you.”

“Really?” Tim sat up before slumping, “Are you sure? Dick can have rose glasses on potential romances.”

“Steph and Cass agree.”

“Cass?”

“She also said Jason isn’t aware of it, or that you like him back.”

“And they told you?”

“They brought this information to me and said well pointed out if you two end up,” Bruce looked away, “Mating.” Bruce turned back to him, “That would make Jason my second.”

“And he’d have to come back.”

Bruce nodded, “Stephanie also said being the pack second would be good for the pack and Jason. Dick agrees with her, he’s too… he’s not…the role of pack second isn’t suited to him.”

Tim snorted, “No kidding.”

“But Jason…”

“It would give him a clear role, a place in the pack. Ever since he came back, he’s never been able to find a way he fits into the pack. All of us want him here, but having a clear role would give him the sense of a place in the pack he seems to need.”

Bruce nodded.

“So what? You want me to seduce him back into the pack?”

“I was more thinking you ask him on a date? Just to see if something might happen in the future.”

Tim hummed sitting back, “You won’t like how it starts but,” Tim grinned up at him, “They say an omega gets what an omega wants… and with your approval… Well, I’ve wanted Jason for a long time…”

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“Baby Bird,” Jason dropped down next to Tim who took another swing at the man trying to escape, “You want me to call for an evac? He’s not going to make it if you keep that up.”

“Good.”

Jason tilted his head, looking over Tim’s form, “Hm, O? Red get hit with anything tonight? Drugs, toxins, head wounds? No reason, just asking.”

Tim growled, continuing the beating, “I’m not under the influence of anything.”

“Just checking. You want me to finish him so you don’t break B’s big rule?”

Smiling, Tim didn’t take his eye off his prey, “He’s mine.”

“Huh, what he do to piss you off?”

“He’s a pup killer, three pups.”

Jason nodded, watching as Tim worked, “I’ll just make sure nobody sneaks up on you then,” Even as he spoke Jason couldn’t seem to look away.

“Actually,” With a final swing they both heard the man’s neck snap, “Could you call the cops? I want to hand off the evidence myself but I forgot my comm when I realized this,” Tim kicked the body, “ man I had ID’d as the killer was out on the streets.”

Nodding automatically Jason placed the call, eyes slowly following the blood on the ground to where Tim, who had shortened his staff enough that he could place his hands on the top part and lean his chin on them was idly humming.

“Uh,” Jason watched as a drop of blood fell from Tim’s gloves, “Do you want something to wash off? You got blood, uh…”

Tim frowned, “I probably should wash my face off, I can get the rest in the cave,” Pulling out a wet wipe he quickly but carefully wiped off his face and tops of his gloves before going back to leaning on the staff.

Absently Jason noticed Tim wasn’t wearing his cowl, just his domino, he must have forgotten it in his rush but it was cold out… should he offer Tim his jacket? Tim was so much smaller that even with the suit heater he got cold easier… As Tim absently stretched his neck to the side Jason felt his brain stall.

Tim must have noticed Jason stiffen as Tim turned his attention to Jason, “Did someone say something on the comm?”

“Nothing important.” Jason carefully fibbed, as he wasn’t a liar and there hadn’t been anything interesting to hear, maybe the little almost lie would miss Tim’s attention.

Tim nodded, “How far out are the cops?”

“Two minutes. I did tell them it wasn’t urgent but to send the coroner,” He almost sighed in relief as Tim’s attention turned to one of his own pockets.

Not daring to actually reach down to rearrange his cock he tried to shift so it would be slightly less uncomfortable than his currently miserable self, as he catalogued all the reasons for his stiffening cock.

He’d never really looked at Tim before and seen him as an omega, a fact that his brain seemed to focus on right now. Tim had just turned eighteen last month. He remembers dropping off some alien camera's he had gotten for Tim, but couldn’t think clearly enough to remember exactly what it was.

Roy had seemed surprised when he asked for something alien but it was hard to find things the Bab-no Baby Bird, no, Pretty Bird, yes Pretty Bird, things he couldn’t just buy for himself. Hadn’t Dick mentioned that Tim’s, Pretty Bird’s, first heat was coming soon?

Jason glanced over Tim’s form, making sure to keep his helmet from moving, knowing Tim would know what was happening if it so much as twitched. Tim was exactly his type. Smaller, almost delicate looking… with the ability to put him in his place if he tried anything. Thinking back on his most recent… mature reading and viewing materials they had startling similarities with Tim.

Although none of them had a fraction of the deadly intellect or power to their person. Hell, when he wasn’t reading porn, which had picked up with him feeling so off recently, the few other things he had read were all books he had seen on Tim’s bedside tables.

And now Tim was standing in the middle of Crime Alley, dripping in blood from killing a criminal… and not seeming to care about the blood splatter all over him. He wanted to shove his face into Tim’s scent glands, then roll over and let the omega do whatever the omega wanted to him.

He really wanted to give Tim his coat, to make it clear Tim wasn’t available for anyone, and warm. He looked cold.

As Jason heard several people approaching he shoved his freak out into a box to open when he had time to have a break down or freak-out session. He was surprised to see the Commissioner and two alpha cops he didn’t recognize. Probably junior cops which is why Gordon was on a cape call.

Gordon blinked, looking over the scene, “Alright, what happened.”

Tim held up a zip drive, only dropping the one hand still balancing on the other, “Here’s all the evidence that he killed Emille Moore, Aron Hoy, and Robb Gruman. Red Hood arrived as I was finishing exercising my legal rights as an omega. He stayed to make sure no one attacked me while I was distracted.”

“Right, we’ll take the evidence and finish out the case.”

Jason found himself growling as one of the alpha cops stepped forward to get the evidence causing Gordon to pinch his nose. “Red Robin, you forgot to put on scent suppressors, and you're in pre-heat.”

Tim blinked, “Oh, oops.” He turned to Jason, “Can I borrow your jacket? The scent will cover mine.”

“Sure Red,” Jason tried to not look too eager to give his jacket to Tim, but he probably failed when he all but ripped off the jacket. He held it out, carefully not intruding on Tim’s, an omega’s space.

Accepting the jacket Tim handed Jason the USB drive before going to put on the jacket, “Can you hand this to them? Since it’s not likely you’ll want me near non-pack members right now.”

Handing off the drive to the officers he found himself barely holding in a whimper as his cock twitched when he got a clear view of Tim all but drowning in his jacket.

Tim’s smile did not help his pants situation, “Are you going back to the cave?”

Jason shook his head stiffly, “Don’t need anything and I’m not insulting you by thinking you need a guard or whatever even when you're in pre-heat, or heat if that happens before you get back to your nest.”

“Oh,” Tim frowned, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well as the Commissioner said I’m in pre-heat and now that I’m not running on omegan instincts to destroy a pup killer… my legs feel a bit like jelly. I don’t think I should grapple back. Is your bike nearby?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll get it and you can use it. I’ll come get it later,” Jason considered the status of his pants and the words pre-heat, “Next week.”

“Hood.” Tim gave Jason a flat look, “The only reason I’m not wobbling since the adrenaline wore off is my bo staff. There is no way I’m driving a bike.”

“Right, okay.” Jason’s hand shook as he reached for his grapple before stopping to glare at the alpha officers.

Gordon rubbed his face, “Khalil, Morales back to the car until I call.”

The officers hurried off feeling Jason’s glare through his helmet.

As soon as the officers were gone Jason pulled out his grapple, “I’ll be back in three minutes, tops.” That would give him a full minute to freak out about a bloody, deadly, omega in pre-heat riding with him, he found himself praying to Gotham that Tim would ride behind him. He’d probably crash if his face ended up in Tim’s neck, no matter how good his helmet filter was.

Once Jason was out of view Tim stood up fully stretching out his back, no wobble in sight, at Gordon’s confused look Tim smiled. “I’ve wanted Hood since he was in the traffic light colors and what an omega wants…”

Gordon snorted, “An omega gets. Just please wait until after he’s off the streets to continue.”

Tim smiled, “I make no promises Commissioner.”

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Bruce pinched the arch of his nose, not looking at where a very satisfied looking Tim was curled up in a rather shell-shocked looking Jason’s lap. Jason was looking around the room a bit confused as to how he got here.

“Tim. I said you should ask him on a date, not seduce him.”

Tim shrugged quite content where he was, “You said Jason would be a good mate for me and it would be good for the pack if Jason was my alpha.”

Jason turned his confused look on Tim and then Bruce, “Wha?”

“That’s why I said you should ask him on a date, a date, you know? To see if a relationship would work between you two.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, “You told Tim to date me?”

“I told him to ignore me if he wanted to but that you were both interested in each other and you two mating would be good for the pack so he should ask you on one date and see what happened.”

Jason tilted his head, “You noticed our mutual attraction.”

“Actually,” Dick grinned from where he was bouncing on a chair arm, “We, me, Cass and Steph did.” He pointed at each of them in turn.

“It’s Cass, Steph and I, Dick.”

Dick rolled his eyes, “As I was saying we pointed this out to B and then he told Tim about it. That way Tim would know the pack alpha would support a relationship between you two. B can get weirdly protective of you sometimes Little Wing.”

“Protective?”

“TT,” Damian scoffed, “Of your emotional state, you’re both more vulnerable and harder than the rest of the pack to monitor.”

Dick nodded and continued speaking before Jason could respond, “On another note so I’m so happy your B’s second now! The only reason I was because I was the oldest, not the best option. You’ll make a much better second than I ever was.”

“Wait,” Jason stared at Dick, “What?”

Steph laughed, “You landed the pack omega that means you're now the pack alpha or the second. So unless you want to fight B for the joy of being responsible for all of us, you’ll take the second spot.”

Jason blanched, “No. He adopted all of you, he has to deal with all of you.”

Steph nodded, “Understandable. I sure don’t want either position. Since now, if someone’s pissed at B, they’ll be going to you.”

“What?”

“Yep, and you’ll be way better at telling Bruce when he’s fucked up than Dick ever was.”

Cass signed, ‘Food when visiting.’

“Yeah you stock your places with more than cereal.”

“Hey!” Dick glared at her playfully, “Cereals good for you and shelf stable.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “Growing vigilantes need vegetables, fruit and protein not your over processed cardboard.”

“I’m feeling very attacked so I’m going back to the fact that Tim was supposed to ask you out not bite you the second he got the chance. Although it does look like it turned out fine so far.”

Tim huffed, crossing his arms, “I didn’t want a date, I wanted Jason as my mate and we did go on a date.”

“We did?”

“Yep. Dates are activities right? And you watched me kill that pup killer so that was an activity we did together.”

Dick blinked, “That really wasn’t what we meant.”

“Then you should have been more specific, or talked with me yourself and not trusted Bruce to get that across.”

Bruce glanced at him, “You said seduce him, I said to ask him on a date.”

“I told you you wouldn’t like how it started, but a perfectly lawful killing of a pup killer was something we both enjoyed, and then he drove me home and we kissed. Perfectly normal first date. Right Damian?”

“As I said when you inquired about such activities in the League. Your plan was a classic tradition to express interest by an omega. Jason then going to your outer nest was him returning a sign of his interest. Responding to your summons was a forgone conclusion at that point but he must have passed your final test for you to decide to mate with him in your first heat.”

Jason frowned, “Test? I didn’t do anything impressive or meet any challenge of some kind.”

Damian frowned looking at Tim, “Really?”

Tim snorted, “Oh no, he passed almost as soon as he got in my nest.”

Jason tried to look down at Tim, only to be stopped by how Tim had settled himself under his chin, “When I got in? But I didn’t do anything.”

“You let me lead.”

“So? You made it clear you wanted to.”

“How often in all your books do the omega’s take charge and not have it be some special treat or something.”

“Fairly commonly.”

“In the books and videos not written by omegas you’ve recently been viewing?”

“Fairly rare… wait,” Jason froze, “What do you mean videos? I watch movies not-”

“I hacked the back histories on your computers, the ones that have no connection to the Bat systems, that you hide from common view in your safe houses. The history is quite flattering.”

Jason blushed bright red making a strange strangled sound that had Steph leaning forward, “Spill.”

Jason’s eyes widened, “No!”

“Let’s just say,” Tim was grinning, “Until three months ago his adult viewing material was much more varied when it came to the omega’s appearance.”

Bruce grimaced as everyone else laughed at his second eldest’s embarrassment, he had no interest, actually had negative interest in anything referred to as adult only and his kids.

“Back to the point.” Bruce ignored Jason’s relieved sigh, the last few sentences did not happen and he was sticking to that “Jason are you okay with being Tim’s mate? It seems everything that’s been happening has been… instinctive on your part. With the clean head you have now are you,” Bruce struggled to find the right word, “Okay with being Tim’s mate? We could get a bond breaker and you could try dating before making the decision to be mates.”

“Actually,” Jason ran a hand down Tim’s side as Tim hissed at Bruce, “I’m good. I realized that I’ve been attracted to Pretty Bird for a while now and I’m,” Jason paused, still petting the no longer hissing omega, “Happy. I haven’t been in a long time and I feel almost as… settled as I was before the pit. I really want this.”

Bruce grinned relieved, “Good,” Before turning teasing, “So when should I start expecting grandpups?”

Laughter broke over the entire at Jason and Tim’s embarrassed sputtering.

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Jason followed close behind Tim, as they headed deeper into the Drake manor, “Um, what did you say you needed? I thought you kept everything at the Nest.”

Tim felt his shoulders hunch, “It’s not something I need to get, more do…” He quickly smoothed over his face and started walking properly, at least as determined by his parents, “Did you know I’m still the Drake Pack Omega, as well as the Wayne Pack Omega?”

“You never said anything, but I’m not surprised. Do we need something from here because we’re mates now?” Jason followed Tim confused.

“Not exactly,” Stepping into the receiving room he nodded to his parents, “Mother, Father,” He blinked, “Talia?”

Talia stood and motioned to the frozen Jason, “Jason, follow me. I have something more appropriate for you to wear.”

Giving Tim a confused glance, Jason quickly followed Talia, something other than an unwashed comfy shirt and oil stained jeans sounded wonderful right now.

No wonder Tim had tried to get him to wear something nicer. He was meeting Tim's parents, biologically at least. They never seemed to actually parent their son.

Jack turned to his son, “You said he was legally dead.”

“He is?” Tim stared at the door Jason had gone through. “I mean the Wayne Pack is working on fixing that but I thought the paperwork had gone through already.”

“Clearly you didn’t keep yourself informed. If you kept proper attention we would have not made the faux pax of not inviting his mother and pack second to the Drake Pack presentation of your mate.”

“I know you have already introduced yourselves to your Wayne Pack and his father, but if you had been properly aware we would have sent a proper invite to his maternal pack head so we could have had a proper family introduction of your mating for the Drake Pack.”

“Maternal Pack head? Jason doesn’t have a maternal pack.”

“If that were true, Ra’s al Ghul would not have sent an apology for not attending the Drake Pack Introduction. Which considering we did not properly invite him to it is not something he should be apologizing for. We will need to send our own apology for not giving him enough warning so he could clear his obligations and come himself.”

Tim blinked at his parents, “Ra’s can’t come to Gotham. He gave his word to never enter Gotham as long as Bruce lives.”

“Well you will have to get an exception made for your Mating Reception. You will be having a separate Drake Mating Reception to whatever the Wayne Pack decides to do.”

“Wait. Ra’s claimed Jason as pack? He hates Jason, he called him a curse upon the world once. Talia claiming Jason as her son always angered him. He refused to acknowledge Jason as pack.”

Talia strode into the room, “My father realized his… mistake, in not welcoming Jason into the al Ghul pack when you took Jason into your nest while in pre-heat. He is looking forward to news of his great-grandchildren.”

Janet nodded, “As are we. News that the Drake line is continuing will be good for business.”

Tim felt himself shutter, “Oh fuck, I’m related to Ra’s.” He closed his eyes, “Brightside, always look for a bright side. Ra’s will stop sending those practically naked alpha’s for my,” her grimaced, “review. Also he should stop hitting on me himself. I just presented and he's already sent twelve alphas as prospective mates.”

“Yes,” Talia nodded, sitting down again at the table, “He sends his apologies for offering inferior stock, that he should have known that only a member of his pack would be worthy of your attention. Jason, come here.”

Jason’s voice was slightly muffled by the distance, but panic was evident in his tone, “Where’s the rest of it?”

“You are here to present yourself as a warrior worthy of their omega son. Due to local customs and environment I have had a vest and full length pants made for the post-mating celebration. Now come here.”

After a brief moment Jason stepped into the room walking up to stand next to Talia. Distracted by the view it took Tim a moment to realize what Jason was wearing, or more accurately not wearing. He distantly felt relief that the shorts Jason was wearing were loose enough not to outline his cock as the alphas Ra’s had sent had.

“Drake Pack.” Talia tilted her head slightly towards them, “The al Ghul Pack is proud your heir chose an alpha of our pack for his mate. Jason al Ghul is one of the greatest warriors to come from our pack. He has defeated many enemies, including meta-humans, in battle. The level of his skill with blades makes him a sparring partner to our pack alpha, who has several hundred years of experience. Jason is also a member of the All-Caste and only wielder of the All-Blades.”

While Jack mouthed the word hundreds, Janet narrowed her eyes, “All-Blades?”

Talia looked at Jason, prompting him to demonstrate.

He backed up until he was a foot away from the group at the table. Reaching up he ignored the gasps as his hands reached into his chest. Grabbing onto the hilts in his soul he carefully pulled the All-Blades free. Smiling he glanced at his chest, “Sweet, I didn’t cut myself this time.”

Jack quickly stood and strode over to get a closer look at the blades, “Fascinating runes, they look Arabic in nature but I would have to study them further to be certain.”

Janet sighed, “Jack this is not the time to be studying ancient inscriptions. No matter how fascinating, and fire swords are not exactly suited for the indoors.”

“Oh,” Jason looked at her holding one of the blades out so Jack could peer at it closer, “It’s soul fire, it can’t harm or set anything on fire that is not classifiable evil. Which, I’m actually concerned how easy it is to keep these manifested. There must be something in this house that is really evil because I’m not feeling the burning as much as I should be.”

Talia nodded, “I would inspect the omega gift my father sent first, but if you intend to raise children here, you should inspect the antiques they’ve gathered. Cursed items do tend to remain in the hands of the ones that removed them from their resting place.”

Tim frowned, “Burn? Do the All-Blades hurt you to use? You said they didn’t.”

“Uh, um, well.” Jason looked to the side, giving an awkward smile to the wall.

Tim narrowed his eyes, “What was that chant you used when you needed to focus when the piscopa attacked?”

Jason scoffed his foot at the ground muttering, “When innocents cry and evil walks, I set my soul ablaze.”

“Your SOUL is on fire!” Tim screeched, “Put those away!”

Flipping the blades around Jason slid them back into his soul letting out a brief sigh as the burning itch disappeared, “It’s not that bad. I have enough practice now that I’ll be fully recovered in a day or two.”

“You said they didn’t hurt you!”

“Technically they don’t physically hurt me. I’m just using some energy from my soul to power them which will then refill over time.”

“TT,” Talia’s mouth turned down slightly, “You are far too fond of your loopholes. Now sit. There is more I need to say before I need to leave.”

As Jack retook his seat and Jason sank into the chair beside Tim, Tim frowned, “Need to?”

Looking over her nails Talia nodded, “Father is very interested in you having children. I would avoid opening or at least exposing anyone to what items my father sent, at least not to anyone not looking to get pregnant.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “They can go with the rest of the things Ra’s has sent me. There’s room in the storage room next to the currently open box for storing all the lingerie he’s sent me. Maybe he’ll stop sending that now…” Tim sighed, “What am I thinking, there’s probably some laced with pregnancy runes in the omega gifts.”

Talia nodded, “I believe he is also reaching out to Dr. Ivy. Possibly to pay her to expose the two of you to heat and rut pollens.”

Janet smiled, “Tim, you should see to opening your gifts soon. It would be impolite to leave them sealed. We can have the Mating Reception next week so there will be plenty of time between that and a pregnancy announcement.”

Tim glared at his mother, “It is still too early in our relationship to be considering a pup.”

Janet waved her hand, “Jack was three months along with you at our reception. You're young, your heats will be irregular. I’m certain you can conceive soon enough. I have no doubt your alpha is well capable of siring a child soon.”

“Jason has forty eight million sperm per milliliter with sixty percent having good motility and normal shape.” Talia rattled off the signs of Jason’s fertility.

“Mom!” Jason blushed bright red, “You can’t just say, how do you even know that?”

“Father.”

Tim rubbed his forehead, “I say we blame magic and move on.”

Jason grimaced, “Agreed.”

Janet smiled, “That’s promising. With how irregular heats are when one first presents I’m certain we’ll hear happy news soon enough.”

Tim sighed, sometimes it was better not to argue and just do what he wanted when they stopped looking. It’s not like they ever paid attention to him for long enough for that not to work.

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Tim yawned, stepping out of the zeta tube and into Titan’s tower, the patrol last night had been long with him trying to teach Jason everything he could about his patrol areas. Just in case his mother got her wish and he ended up pregnant he wanted to have everything prepared so he wouldn’t have to worry about the Red Robin duties he would have to step back from.

His mother had managed to get Ra’s gifts into his nest, and propped open the seal so he needed to be careful of what else she might try. If Ivy dosed them he couldn’t even be completely certain it was Ra’s doing now… Maybe he should reach out to Ivy and work something out so she’d get paid for dosing Jason and him, but when they decided to have a heat/rut together and not before.

Walking through the tower, a large basket dangling from his arm he grinned thinking back to the night before when both the Commissioner and Jason had looked perturbed when he introduced them, saying if he, Red Robin, was ever injured Gordon should expect personal visits from Red Hood in Red Robin’s place.

When the two realized that they were going to have to work together, closely, as he often did with Gordon. Well, he was glad his domino had video recording capabilities. The look the two had given him and then each other had been awesome. Especially as he got Jason to go without the hood in just a domino so he could see Jason’s unguarded expression.

One of the side effects that often amused the Bat Family of Jason wearing the helmet as Red Hood is that he often forgot that it wasn’t covering his expression. They often competed to see who could get the best expressions.

That look was going to be his entry for the month, and probably his yearly entry for Gordon photos. If people wanted to support him taking interests in non-cape things they were going to have to engage with him since he couldn’t exactly compete with normal people on his preferred subject material. Damian with his artistic talent was his main competitor but the others had dropped doozies before.

At least Jason hadn’t been surprised the Commissioner had known Tim was planning on seducing Jason. Although, he had glared at Tim when the Commissioner revealed that Tim actually could have gotten home which the Commissioner probably let slip in revenge for making it so he had to work with Red Hood directly in the future.

Stepping into the main living room he smiled at his friends. It seemed all four of them had gotten away to meet with him. Although he wasn’t sure if Clark even cared where Kon was, which he put a mental note to the side to have Jason, talk, with Clark about that later. Then Cassandra, Wondergirl not Black Bat, was having her nails redone by Kaldur and Bart of course was running laps around the room waiting for him to join them.

Tim walked straight up to the main table and dropped the basket down, removing the cloth that had been covering it, “I brought snacks! Bart, the ones in the blue towels are specifically for you, apparently there’s a way to make things specifically for speedsters so you don’t eat everything.”

Bart was instantly next to him peering into the basket at the treats wrapped in blue, “You brought speedster snacks? Home baked speedster snacks? I didn’t know you could cook!”

Cassandra came over and looked over Tim’s shoulder at the baked goods, “Tim can’t ba… Tim, why do you smell like you're coated in alpha scent?”

Tim bent his neck to better show off the bite mark, “Fresh mating, I might have gone a bit overboard and put all of his clothes into the nest.”

“Congratulations,” Kaldur’s hand snuck into the basket pulling out a cookie, “It seems you were fortunate enough to mate someone who can cook, or at least bake.”

“He’s a great cook but he sent snacks with me this time as it’s not a meal time and he doesn’t have any practice with cooking specifically for a speedster.”

Kon was the last to join the group investigating all the treats that had been made, “You mean just his dirty laundry right? And why didn’t you tell us you were being courted, or courting someone?”

Cassandra scoffed, “Courting? Tim? No, I want to know how you tricked him into your nest.”

“What?” Kon stared at her, hand halfway out of the basket holding a brownie.

“Like Red Hood would have thought he had a chance at having Tim. No Tim must have gotten him into Tim’s nest without him ever figuring it out.”

“Wait,” Bart bounced in place as he devoured his cookies in between words, “Is Red Hood our pack alpha now?”

Tim nodded, “Well, I want him to be and his name is Jason,” Tim narrowed his eyes, “al Ghul but were mated now does that make him a Drake-Wayne or is it al Ghul-Drake-Wayne? Because that would be a bit long. No way is any pup going to end with that as its last name. Wait, am I an al Ghul now? No, I’m not part of that pack, Jason was given to my packs. Our pups won’t have al Ghul in their names, thank Gotham.”

Tim shuddered even thinking about the idea of having to use the last name al Ghul for the rest of his life. No Talia had ‘given’ them, his pack, Jason so he wasn’t part of the al Ghul pack now. Or well he never really was, this was just a way for Ra’s to make a claim at his and Jason’s future children.

Cassandra turned to Tim, “Are you pregnant?”

“I will be if Ra’s or my mother have their way but no, not currently at least.”

“But you're thinking about having a kid?”

“I’m not sure how long I’m going to be willing to dodge both Ra’s and my mother’s attempts to get me pregnant so I’m thinking about it. Part of the reason I brought this is because it’s a pack courting gift to you guys from Jason. What do you guys think about him being the Teen Titans pack alpha?”

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“YES!” Bart cheered at the idea.

Kon frowned at Bart, “Why are you so happy, Red Ho-Jason nearly killed Tim once.”

“Twice,” Tim shrugged off the looks at his correction, digging in the basket, he just knew some of Jason’s snickerdoodles were in here somewhere.

Bart blinked for a moment before smiling at Kon, “Red Hood being our pack alpha is awesome because of that, since Tim likes him enough to take him.”

“Why could that be good or awesome?”

“Well we are all still pissed off that he hurt Tim right?”

The others nodded as Tim rolled his eyes, “I told you guys to drop it, he was drugged against his will when he attacked me.”

Kon frowned, “Both times?”

“More like through both times. The Lazarus Pit’s Madness is basically gone now but it took a while for it to calm down.”

“Mostly?”

“As long as he’s not in the room with a child molester it’s not a problem, but really who cares about them?”

“You’re a Bat, you do.”

“Eh,” Tim shrugged, taking a bite of his cookie after speaking, “Only in front of B. You do remember I’m the Bat with the highest body count.”

Kaldur whipped to face him, “Body count? You’ve killed people?”

Bart blinked looking around the group, “Don’t you guys remember him blowing up all those LOA bases?”

Cassandra turned on him, “Him blowing up what now?”

Tim scratched the back of his neck, “Ah, I might have forgotten to mention that bit of my dealings with Ra’s.”

“But you told Bart?”

Bart shook his head, “Must be something I heard before I came back to this time. He didn’t specifically tell me.”

Cassandra rubbed her forehead, “Right time traveler. Keep forgetting that. But what happened Tim?”

“After I was done using the LOA to rescue B, Ra’s was still worryingly focused on me and wanting to keep me with the League. So when I went back to Gotham, I well you guys remember helping me out with all the traps he set in Gotham, right? Well to get him to back off I made all of his bases blow-up. They each had explosives in them in case they needed to abandon the base and destroy what was in it, and I just blew them up… without telling anyone to evacuate.”

Bart nodded, “They never did get a good estimate on the number killed but it was a lot.”

“Right,” Kon shook his head, “Bart why did you say it was awesome that Jason would be our back alpha?”

“Well he pissed us all off by attacking Tim, but he wasn’t completely culpable for it since Pit Madness is,” He narrowed his eyes, “no wait, will be marked pretty high on the danger scale and on the level of mental interference so we can’t be all angry at him.”

Cassandra tapped her foot, “If not angry what should we be?”

“Well if Red Hood is our pack alpha then we’re his pack and his responsibility, especially as I’m still a pup.”

Tim blinked, “He’d never push himself into that role, unless you want him to?”

“Well if he’s responsible for us, then we are his problem and I can so be a problem.”

Kaldur blinked, “You plan to be a problem for Red Hood in response to his actions against Tim?”

“Yep.”

Kon frowned, “I’m not sure if that’s enough for us to just accept him as our pack alpha, even though he’s Tim’s alpha.”

Tim grinned at Kon, “If Jason’s the Teen Titans pack Alpha, he’d be your alpha and as this the only pack you're in, as Clark never invited you into his officially, that would make it so Clark couldn’t try and use his alpha voice, or authority on you. If Clark wants to make any remarks about how you're living your life or where you're living or anything like that, you can tell him your real alpha is fine with what you're doing so he has no right to say anything.”

“And when Clark goes to Jason? He’ll just get Jason to do that and he’d have the right to say shit like that.”

“Jason isn’t Dick Kon, he’s not going to fold or just do what Superman says. If Clark tries to tell Jason what he should be doing it’s just going to piss Jason off. Jason doesn’t listen to B and you think he’d listen to boy scout as Jason calls him?”

Kon blinked, “Jason would… stand between me and Clark.”

“And enjoy every moment. I mean if we were dealing with Wonder Woman he’d still stand between you but he’d like pout or something the entire time.”

Cassandra blinked, “He likes Wonder Woman?”

“That’s a bit of an understatement with Jason. His hero is still Diana. You ever want something out of him, Wonder Woman merch is a great bribe. If you get him something signed, you’re going to be his favorite.”

“Good to know, especially if it will get me more of these,” She held up a cupcake Jason had managed to get inside the basket without squishing the frosting, Tim suspected a box or something similar.

“It will definitely get you more baked goods, but does anyone else have complaints or reasons against Jason being the pack alpha of this Teen Titans pack?”

Kaldur frowned, “No problems with him but we really need to drop the Teen part of the Teen Titans soon. We are almost all over eighteen. My only question, did you steal all his clothes or not? Because if you stole all of them that doesn’t seem safe to bake in.”

“I took all his old stuff, I had already ordered him new clothes to use instead. He was perfectly safe.”

“Good I don’t want to lose access to these treats. Tell him to use the tower kitchen next time so we can eat them as soon as they cool.”

Tim grinned as the others nodded, “I will, thanks guys, for you know being good with this even if I didn’t give you any warning.”

Kon snorted, “Like you normally give us warnings, you just sprout out plans and expect us to go along like ducklings.”

Tim felt his face flush, “I do not.”

“Tim,” Cassandra looked him in the eyes, “Yes you do.”

Tim grumbled, grabbing another cookie as his friends laughed at him.

Chapter Text

Jason stormed into the Titan's Tower kitchen almost slamming one of the grocery bags onto the table. Another he placed down softly and quickly pulled the container of eggs aside.

Kon blinked from where he was sitting at the kitchen island. A moment later Bart appeared with a cursing Cassie and then Tim who was desperately holding onto a coffee cup. Tim had been moved at a much slower speed than Cassie.

Kon frowned at Tim's coffee cup but before he could talk, Tim cut him off. "This is fucking TEA." The titans each leaned away from their leader, "The next time I see Ra's I'm going to cut him with a rusty spork." Tim continued to mutter out worse and worse threats as he sipped on his tea.

Kon side-eyed Jason, who hadn't reacted, "Is he?"

"Too early to tell." Jason dropped a plate and a small bowl in front of Tim causing him to pause his literary of curses to descend onto the snack.

Cassie blinked, "Is that carrots, and strawberry jelly?"

"Raspberry Jam." Jason corrected, "Give me a second and I'll have carrots and ranch for the rest of you. Tim, do you want any apple slices?"

"With peanut butter?"

"Sure."

"Yes please."

Kon blinked at the pair as Jason set the carrots out and descended on a pile of apples, quickly peeling them and then cutting them into pieces faster than he'd expect from anyone lacking superspeed. "Uh, my evil programming question."

Jason blinked, "Your what?"

"Most of my knowledge was like downloaded into me when I was created so sometimes that knowledge is wrong so I know I'm probably wrong and this might be insulting but I won't know if I don't ask."

Jason hummed, nodding as he started preparing ingredients for the meal he was cooking, "Like deprogramming from a cult. So what's your question?"

Kon bit his lip, "Aren't omegas the ones that cook and care for the pack, not the alphas?"

Jason snorted before speaking, "Can you really see Tim cooking?"

There were chuckles and shaking heads as Tim glared at his friends. 

"But on your question the idea of omegas caring for the pack and pups while betas earn money for the pack and the alphas earn the big bucks and lead the pack is basically propaganda and prejudice."

Cassie blinked, "I get the prejudice with people looking down at omegas as just caretakers and how alphas and betas are looked at because of their roles in the past, but propaganda?"

"You ever go down the pup toy aisles or pup clothing area?"

"No? Why would I?"

"Well trust me then on this, and maybe wander down an aisle sometime, but there are very different toys in there and it's mostly divided on the gender line but there is something called pink marketing. Where the color pink and other female symbols are used to get girls and women to buy specific things. On the other side you'll see a lot of blue, especially dark blue themed on the toys boys 'should'" Jason stopped cutting up some vegetables for dinner he had shifted to at some point to make air quotes before continuing, "Like. I mean how many match cars are called feminine names or titles and how appealing is Ken, who is always second to Barbie, to boys?"

Bart nodded, "In my time it has some things that are purple for alpha girls and light green for omega boys and yellow for betas as you could test to see what designation a kid was most likely to be in middle school."

Jason blinked, "Your time?"

"I'm from the future and it's nice that your reputation is finally making sense from what I knew when I was in the future, but what are you doing?"

"That's interesting but right now I'm going to flambé some things for dinner because I'm piffed and want to set things on fire."

Casie tilted her head to the side, "Piffed?"

Tim, who was now dipping his apples into the jam answered, "It's between miffed and pissed."

"Okay, why are you piffed?"

"Clark," Jason sneered, "Tried to come and tell me what I should do with my pack. Like he has any right to dictate how my pack mates act."

Tim frowned into his empty jam bowl, "That's the pissed part, what's the miffed?"

"He was right that I don't know this pack well enough. So we are going to start fixing that."

Kon could feel his shoulders tense as the other exchanged looks, they had expected Jason to blow Clark off, not listen to him. Tim of course didn't look surprised as Jason continued.

"Alright we are going to go around and go over some important points so I do know what I should, so if there is a problem I can fix it. So most important questions first. Where do you live and are you either feeding yourself or do you have someone who is feeding you to the point that you should be? I'll go first."

The group blinked as Jason poured something into a pan, "I live predominantly in the Nest in Gotham but I do also stay at B's manor and in a number of safehouses as needed. I mostly feed myself but do get plenty to eat when I'm staying under Agent A's eyes. Now Tim, you go."

Tim rolled his eyes, "Basically what you said but with you feeding me most of the time."

Jason rolled his eyes at the response then turned to the next person, "Right, Kon?"

Kon blinked, "Uh... I live with Ma and Pa, um the Kents and I get plenty to eat there. I spend a lot of time here and then I make ramen and sandwiches for myself."

"When you're with the Kents do you do chores?"

Kon nodded.

"Good, make sure you're helping enough since grandparents often go easy on grandchildren. Now Bart?"

"I'm staying with my many times great grandparents and I'm pretty sure the only reason we have enough food to eat is because Batman is dropping money into their bank account without telling them. Apparently, someone filed their taxes for them before they could and they suspect that was Batman trying to hide him helping them out."

"Good, Cassie?"

"I live alone in my apartment and I am capable of feeding myself a balanced diet."

Jason grinned, "Great now," He looked over the group, "What are you doing on the school or work front? Mostly I work as a crime lord but I'm also going to school part time and doing vigilante activities fairly often. Tim?"

"Currently the Wayne Industries CEO and vigilante but once my mother of Ra's succeeds at getting Jason to knock me up I'm planning to do college classes part time."

Cassie frowned, "Is that why you're drinking tea? I know it surprised Kon. Are you worried you might get pregnant soon? Don't you have to stop drinking caffeine after you get pregnant?"

"No, I'm drinking tea in case I'm actually pregnant. Ivy got Jason and I last week and I'm waiting on when I'd be far enough along that a blood test would detect anything. I have to wait eight days post the heat before I can get a result and thus the fucking," Tim snarled out the last word, "TEA."

"Right," Kon looked to Jason, "I'm basically just helping around the farm. I got my high school diploma but I don't have much more paperwork like enough to go to college or get a job."

Jason frowned, "No paperwork? The Kents managed for Clark."

"He was a baby and everything is electronically based. It's a lot easier to make a baby's identity than a teenagers."

"Did you not go to the Justice League for help? You guys can contact them, right?"

Tim nodded, "We can, but Clark is standing in between them and Kon getting a civilian identity, says he's too likely to go rogue to tie to his family."

Jason stared at Tim and then Kon, "How are you supposed to live without a civilian id? Like your only options for work without paperwork are illegal. He's literally setting you up to have to do illegal stuff to survive."

Tim grimaced, "We all know that, but try getting that past the Justice League with Clark being a shit head. B already told me I can't make Kon an identity until it will be safe to link him to Clark's family."

Jason blinked at Tim, "So don't link him to Clark's family."

Tim stared at Jason eyes wide before cursing, "I can't believe I'm this dumb! Of course, I can just make Kon a civilian ID and not link it to Clark's family. If later he wants to acknowledge they are related, and Kon's okay with it, they can do the long-lost cousins or something. Kon, what do you want your last name to be?"

"I can just choose one?"

"It would probably be easier if you could say you took on the pack last name to distance yourself from your birth pack. That's common enough."

"What would my name be then?"

Tim looked to Jason, "What is our pack name?"

"Drake, no reason to drag the fuck head that sired me into our pack and just like with Kon it will be easiest to explain my showing up in Gotham as alive if I claim to not be Jason Todd-Wayne."

"Talia does call you Jason al Ghul-Wayne so you could be Jason al Ghul-Drake. It shows your foreign and will probably make Ra's happy since he can really claim our pups as his what great grand pups?"

Jason nodded turning to Kon, "It wouldn't be that weird that I picked up a beta before mating Tim to show that I have additional support for Tim and I'd be pulling you straight into the Drake pack so we don't have to deal with the Ra's getting into a snit or explaining why you can't pass for anything but white."

Kon smiled, "I would really like that."

"Cool, Tim you good setting everything up?"

Tim nodded, already tapping at a laptop he pulled from... somewhere.

Jason turned to Kon, "You just need to figure out what school you want to go to and for what then. Don't worry about cost, just think about what you want to do."

As Kon stared at Jason and Tim amazed Bart and Cassie revealed that they were in college.

Jason nodded as everything came to a close, "Right that's the most important stuff done, so who wants to see me set shit on fire?"

At the cheers Jason flambeed the food before starting to plate dinner for everyone. Then going on to discuss what classes they like and what they thought Tim and Kon should take. 

It was much later, after dessert was done that Tim turned to Jason, "So what did you do when Clark went off on you."

"Shit!" Jason sat up, "I need to go give Clark his immunity back!"

"Wait, you used that punch on him?"

"It shut him up! Shit. I got to go!"

The Titans watched as Jason sped from the room before turning to Tim for information and learned that Jason apparently had a punch that took someone’s powers away. 

Cassie snorted, "Well I doubt Clark is going to go after Jason about us again."

Awkward chuckles broke out as the group decided to have a movie night, Jason sneaking in half way through after finishing his... talk with Clark.