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Dick purred as he woke up to the sun shining down on him through the curtains, abruptly stopping and opening his eyes when he reached over and instead of feeling Jason, he felt an empty mattress.
He looked around and found a note stuck to the headboard of their bed.
‘I want ice cream’
And that was it… He yawned and stretched his arms before looking around the empty room that still smelled heavily of Jason.
The apartment was nice. Nicer than every other place Jason had insisted on staying in before his pregnancy.
He remembers countless arguments…well more like Dick begging for Jason to accept better living arrangements and the omega just fervently disagreeing with him until finally Jason realised 4 flights of stairs when your body cramps almost 24/7 isn’t the most stable environment for a person of his nature.
Good times.
But for as much of an upgrade as the place was, (he had to convince Jason that an AC and central heating were a good thing and not unnecessary bills) there was somewhere better. Somewhere else Jason could be that was guaranteed safety for him. A place where there were people to run around after the pregnant omega when he couldn’t, to help him in case of an accident, to just be there whenever he needed them to be.
But nope. Jason refused to once more live under the same roof as Bruce. It wasn’t a frequent discussion, but Jason’s reactions every time it was bought up were strong enough that Dick would hold off before making the offer again.
Because for as much as he denied it, it was Jason’s home. Even if he didn’t think of it that way, there was always a place waiting for him, waiting for him to claim.
Which…was funny because Jason was still going over nearly 4 times a week to feed Damian and Tim. He was still sleeping with Damian, or even Tim sometimes and the manor reeked of happy pregnant omega, but he was still adamant about not living there.
“Why would I live there, Dick?” Jason had sneered, his arms crossed as he rolled his eyes.
“Uhhh because the pups are there?” He saw the small flicker of hesitation in Jason but still, he had only scoffed and continued to look away from him with an angry huff.
Bruce was…himself. So to say, still a miserable brooding asshole of an alpha, but this time only Dick was able to see the pangs of hurt when Tim, Damian and Dick would all walk into the cave, the scent of milk enrapturing all of them and soft loving omega pheromones. All taken care of, but no sign of a pack omega in sight. And out of all of them, it had been Bruce who had gone the longest without the comfort of a pack omega.
He knew that Bruce believed there was an expectation that at his age, as the pack alpha, he was supposed to be fine because he was a mature leader but even Dick knew that comfort never went away, it never stopped eating at your consciousness like a plague.
But Dick…Dick already had a hard enough time convincing Jason to first allow him to court him, then accept his courtship, mate with him and then get pregnant. Bruce could be as pitiful as he wanted. He wasn’t getting anything from him because everything he had already went to Jason.
He snaps out of his thoughts as he hears a door click and he runs out. Jason stands there with a black bag in one hand and a vanilla ice cream cone in the other.
He licks the ice cream before putting his hand out.
“Want some?”
——
“Dick!” He turned around as Tim’s voice echoed in the manor.
“Jason not here yet?” His smile almost drops when he sees Damian walking behind him, which was unusual when Jason was around as the pup liked being carried everywhere at any convenient time.
“Not yet…Actually we wanted to talk to you about something.” Tim’s expression was enough of a giveaway at how bad this conversation was going to be so he let Tim lead the way, making casual small talk with Damian just to ask about his day before they ended up in Tim’s room.
At first they all kept standing until Dick took a hesitant seat at his desk, Tim following by sitting on the edge of his bed while Damian leaned against the bed post.
“What’s up?”
“Bruce has been weird.” He felt his cheek twitch and he knew his smile had been corrupted at that point. Bruce being weird is never a good thing.
“How?”
“He keeps walking into my room when I’m sleeping and staring at me for minutes on end.” He tried to keep a neutral expression as Damian started, his lips pulled into a snarl as he recounts.
“Batman hasn’t become more aggressive, more like…domineering.” Tim speaks as soon as Damian finished, a low tone that suggests he’s paranoid of being heard.
“He won’t listen and he’s trying to keep us both behind the line.” Damian speaks again, fury and annoyance in his tone.
“Okay, I think I get it.” He sighs.
“Has he stopped showing up for meals?” He watches them both frown and nod, irritation builds in his skull.
“It’s a mid-life crisis.” He lies. Because honestly, the truth may be a little worse.
It’s Bruce’s turn to be jealous. He’ll give it to the man, he held out a long time. Long enough for Dick to mate Jason and knock him up.
But Bruce is also the pack alpha so that jealousy mixes in with the dangerous need to protect his pups. He remembers that, not being able to be in the same room as the puppy’s because of the inane jealousy that made him feel like a puppy fighting over his mothers attention.
He doesn’t stay around for many meals these days but he can only imagine the pain it causes Bruce. Not being able to share meals with his own kids because they don’t have their scent blockers on and he’ll drown in Jason’s soft pheromones without the warm embrace that completes it. He probably feels guilty that even as pack alpha he can’t say he has a pack omega to share that responsibility, which would set off the dangerous thoughts of the pups being in danger.
“What?!”
“Father is of sound mind and body!”
He tries to suppress his chuckle but fails miserably, it was just so funny. It wasn’t so long ago he was sympathising with the man from afar and swearing not to interfere.
Fuck Bruce. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. Jason would understand, maybe not at first but it’s the pups being affected by the behaviour, obviously he can’t just sit back and watch Bruce run them all into the ground.
“I have a way we can help him but I’m gonna need both of your help.” He prays that this works and he’s never found out because if he is, at best he’ll end up having to tug at his own cock for the next couple years and at worst, he’ll lose the love of his life. And also he potentially puts Bruce’s life at stake but Bruce would understand, greater good, compromises and all that bullshit.
Fuck sometimes he hates Bruce.
——
Even Jason had to admit he’s been even more emotional since he’s gotten pregnant. He knows Dick doesn’t mean to fuck up, but when Dick comes home without the specific brand of potato chips he wanted or he didn’t check his phone while he was driving and stop to get peanut butter on the way, it was hard for him not to lose his shit at Dick.
But it wasn’t his fault if he threw a chair at him. Dick wanted to knock him up, Jason will rain all the pain he feels back on Dick twice as hard.
So when Jason’s afternoon plans are ruined when Dick had been called to duty, he huffs but the promise of a delivery order of his usual cravings being on its way soothes him down and he gives Dick a kiss before he leaves.
Edging on his third trimester, he feels slightly grotesque, almost like a monster as he can feel the baby in his stomach and it’s such an eerie, unfamiliar feeling. His stomach is rounded but firm, but not the same firmness that comes from his muscles or after a full meal, the kind of firmness that comes with his body stretching to its limits, like a balloon ready to pop.
He’s glad that his pregnancy is treating him better than some of the horror stories he’d read about. He had braced himself for the worst at first, his luck proved he’d probably needed it, but besides needing to pee 24/7 and sometimes needing Dick to carry him around when his body randomly aches and cramps, nothing changed.
Though it’s not patrol anymore, Jason still does his rounds. It may be on ground level, with no hood (he doesn’t know if a pocket knife counts as a weapon, especially considering what he’s used to carrying around) and usually he can’t finish his rounds without needing to suddenly stop because of his bladder or an aching cramp, but he can’t just stay still. It’s unfamiliar to him. Spending days and days just sitting or laying at home. He needs to do something.
So yeah, when he’s finishing up his walk and finds an injured Batman laying only a block from his apartment he thinks to ignore it at first. He’s probably got someone looking for him already.
He hates when his hormones make him unable to leave the man in such a state.
He stands besides Bruce for a good 5 minutes, waiting for any sign of a cape that would help the somehow defenceless man. When nobody shows up and Jason’s feet start aching again, he screams and rages inside but overall his thought ends up being,
fuck it, not like I have anything else planned for tonight.
So he waits a few more moments and when the opportunity presents itself he waves down 2 alphas who aren’t pregnant and would have no problem carrying Batman back to his apartment for him. They did have a problem, but that was more so reeking of weed and being hesitant to get close enough to Batman to lift him. A trip into Batman’s pockets and a few lost 100 notes later and the men were happy to carry him.
He huffs, he hasn’t even technically done anything and he’s still being tired out by Bruce. He thanks the men for their service as they drop him on his bed and waves them out, once they’re gone he takes his jacket and his scent patches off, rolling his neck before grabbing the emergency kit he keeps under the bed because even if he currently isn’t running around Gotham in a suit and making enemies, there’s still a group of people he knows is.
He drags a chair from the corner of the room to sit beside Bruce, stripping him of his armour and cowl to search his body for injuries.
Easy to find when the moment the armour comes off there’s a heavy wet patch of dark red drenching the bottom left side of his white shirt.
So he strips and fixes Bruce up, during the stitching Bruce wakes up and starts to panic.
“Sit down old man or we’re gonna have to rip these stitches out and start again.” He tries not to think about the way Bruce instantly relaxes when he speaks, going limp this time but his chest now heaving deeply.
“Jason.”
“Yes?” He waited a moment to respond, not sure if Bruce had more to say than just his name but obviously the man didn’t when only silence followed.
“Jason?” His voice sounded weaker, a little tinge at the end of his sentence made him realise Bruce was asking for clarification.
“Yeah Bruce, it’s me.” He doesn’t bother looking up, Bruce’s side is still wide open and until he can get some better help, what Jason can offer is the best he has.
“Jason.” He doesn’t respond this time and when he’s done stitching Bruce’s side up, he stands to go wash himself of the blood that had covered him.
“Jason!” He turns around the moment his wrist is gripped to lay his hand against Bruce’s collarbone to push him back down.
“Your side is being held together by a very flimsy piece of string and I’m not sewing you back together again so stay down.” He growls and keeps his hand pressed against Bruce’s chest until he feels the alpha settle on his own, leaning back with a short nod of the head. He slowly removes his hand and moves to finish his goal of getting the blood off of him.
When he finally finished, taking longer than he’d like thanks to his stomach getting in the way of every little thing, he walks out with a bowl of water under his arm and a cloth soaking in it, he found Bruce still laying there but now alpha pheromones have spread across his room, dominating the area with how overpowering the scent was. Pine and smoke. Like a campfire.
He takes a deep breath in and moves to sit back on his chair next to the bed.
“Jason.” He sighs and ignores the man as he wrings out the water from the cloth before carefully wiping down Bruce’s body, making sure to be careful when wiping down the side of his body held together with string.
“Jason.”
He wonders if it hurts. Bruce would never let him know if it did, he would just sit there as solid as a stone, staring up at the roof while he lets his body be wiped down. Eventually when a naked Bruce is laying on his bed with only the bandages protecting his new stitches being his only coverings, he grabs a sheet and throws it over the man’s body, trying not to snort when he likens the image to that of a corpse in the morgue.
“Omega” He’s half way out the door when he stops. Bruce hadn’t called out for him, he’d called out for an omega. For the only omega in the room.
“What?” He grits his teeth as he moves back to the bed, putting himself into Bruce’s direct line of sight.
“Omega.” Bruce purrs and Jason blanks as the pheromones around him turn soft. Wrapping around him in a comforting warmth that goes exceptionally well with his scent.
“Bruce?” He’s not sure what’s happening. Bruce’s chest rumbles as soon as Jason says his name and he frowns, dragging his chair over so that he’s seated right next to Bruce’s head.
“Are you okay?” Jason tries softly, his tone low and slow as he reaches a hand out to feel Bruce’s forehead for a fever. All he gets is more purring as soon as his hand is on Bruce’s forehead, the alpha closes his eyes and leans into the touch like a—
A pup.
“Bruce, what are you doing?” Bruce’s eyes don’t open until Jason pulls his hand away, then instead of closed eyes and content purrs and rumbles, he whines.
Bruce whines in his face, his lip jutting out and his eyebrows furrow, as if he’s confused why the contact is gone. What the fuck is happening.
He slowly puts his hand back and when he’s close enough, he can see Bruce trying to strain into the touch. He lays his hand against Bruce’s forehead and leaves it there before leaning over and grabbing his phone from the bedside table.
It takes a few rings but when it’s answered he can hear all the chaos in the background, the clang of metal, grunting and screaming and…
“What’s up Jay?”
“Where’s Bruce?” He lets suspicion drip into his tone. Because Batman coincidentally just happened to nearly die around the corner from his apartment. Right.
“He should be somewhere in the alley, there are 2 bases and we took the one by the docks.” Jason growls and looks back down at Bruce who’s still leaning into his hand.
“What’s up? Did you need me to bring you something home?” He did suspect Dick. The man had been trying too hard to move him back to the manor, too hard to try and fix whatever was between him and Bruce and this just seems way too put together to be a ‘coincidence’. Then again…
He looks down at the injury on Bruce's side, if this was some convoluted way to make him play nice with Bruce the least he could give them was this was tenacious.
Plus, the thought that Bruce would have let his side be slashed up just on the off chance that Jason would notice made his insides light up and purr.
“I found Bruce. He’s in our bed right now and I had to give him stitches.” Jason hears the gasp and the very sudden thud of metal on metal.
“Shit— I’ll be there soon, fuck I didn’t think-“
“It’s okay. I got him.” He calms Dick down. He would prefer the alpha were here with him, to take him away so that Jason could lay down and forget this happened but Dick sounded occupied as it was. The pups needed at least one adult there to keep them safe.
“You sure baby? I can be home in 20 you don’t-“ He growls into the phone.
“I said I got him. Just— Make sure the pups are safe.” He sighs and flips his hand, ignoring Bruce’s purr.
“Of course, omega. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He hangs up without another word and looks back down at Bruce.
The man is sweating slightly but his pheromones aren’t spiked with hurt or anguish or anything of the sort so he must be on some level fine. He moves his hand from Bruce’s forehead but doesn’t break the contact, letting his hand trace down to his cheek, the alpha leaning into the contact and cupping his own face into Jason’s hand.
This is…weird. Too weird for him. This grown man, the alpha Jason had once looked up at the sky to see, was laying on his bed, purring into his hand, and whining when his hand would pull away. He stands up and ignores the whines as he walks around the bed to stand on the other side.
He didn’t like this side of the bed, too close to the window in case of an attack and when either the bathroom door or the door to the room opened, the light shone down directly on this side. But he wasn’t so heartless that he’d make a dying man shift over for him. Even if that man was Bruce.
Instead he settles down, laying with his back against the headboard and letting his arm touch Bruce’s.
The little whine makes his lip shoot up. He’s so glad Dick had put security cameras in, otherwise nobody would have ever believed him when he tells them about how Bruce is acting.
“Omega.” Jason sighs at the sad whine.
“Grown ass man.” He growls under his breath before he’s leaning over and wrapping his arm around Bruce’s shoulder and letting the man lean into him.
“It’s okay, just go to sleep.” He pets softly against Bruce’s back, his own eyes closing as Bruce’s pheromones dull down his senses.
He keeps it up, murmurs and unconscious coos falling from his mouth as he lets the man settle against him. His eyes are closed and he’s starting to settle in when he feels a hand against his stomach, making him freeze.
He wanted to snarl, to tell him to get his hands off of him, that this pup was Jason’s and Bruce had no right to him. But Bruce’s pheromones had radiated pride. A sharp stabbing of pride, happiness and contentment.
“Omega.” Bruce purrs into his side and lets his hand rub around in gentle circles. Jason trembled as he grabbed Bruce’s hand to keep it still.
“That tickles.” But he doesn’t remove Bruce’s hand, lets him keep his hand steady on his stomach even as he removes his own.
They continue like that for a good amount of time, Jason lets Bruce rest against him, run his hand over his stomach and then whine whenever Jason would correct his touch.
Then Jason started leaking. He cursed as he noticed the growing wet patches under his clothes and moved to stand up. The second his arm had moved from Bruce's shoulders the man was whining again and attempting to shove himself further into Jason’s side.
“Quit it. I need to change.” He tries to push Bruce away by pressing his hand against the man’s cheek but he only leans into the touch and wraps his hand around Jason’s wrist, pulling him back into place.
“This isn’t funny. I need to change.” He growls but this time Bruce doesn’t listen, he stares up at Jason, a single blink is all the response he gets before Bruce nuzzles against his chest.
He hissed and tried to move when he felt Bruce’s nose against his nipple but Bruce threw his own leg over Jason’s and just nuzzled deeper.
“Omega.” He wonders if pushing Bruce off the bed would open his stitches. Bruce is going to find out.
He has no energy for a large alpha who currently thinks himself to be a pup! He wiggles and tries to push away from the alpha but a hand slides under him, pushed between his weight and the mattress before he feels it pop out on the other side and hook around him, pulling him in so Bruce can continue nosing around.
“Oi! What’s your problem?!” He grips Bruce’s hair and lifts his head from his chest to find the alpha staring at him with…
Bruce has tears in the corners of his eyes. Any aggression or agitation he felt a second ago melts into shock. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Bruce cry, and if he has, it was probably accompanied by screams and terror. He drops his grip immediately.
This…this is how a puppy cries. It’s like watching Damian cry. He feels a little whimper work past his own lips and Bruce immediately perks up, his head shooting up to stare straight at Jason, the tears in his eyes vanished in an instant as he became alert.
They continue staring at each other for a moment. Jason had technically heard of it, alphas long into their lives yearning for a taste left far in the past when faced with an omega. But usually that was for their pack omega after not having one for a considerable amount of time and Jason was not pack omega.
Alphas, long into their lives and having gone long without a pack omega or their comfort tend to somewhat…regress when faced with that comfort again after such a long time.
It’s what had happened with Dick. The pathetic alpha was understandable, Dick had explained it to him. The deep feeling of peace, protection and fulfillment that followed drinking from a pack omega never stopped being a comfort for him.
But Bruce was different. He was pack alpha, he was indomitable, he was Batman. The idea of Batman turning into a whining hungry pup was so far from imaginable that it was a fantasy. Something only possible in the deepest recesses of a person's mind.
Yet as he looked to his side it was exactly what he saw. A dumb pup whining to be fed. He didn’t know whether he wanted to be right or wrong, one was horrific and entertaining, the other was embarrassing to have considered.
“Are you…” Bruce perks up and Jason tries not to let his face show how shocked he is.
“Do you want to drink?” He motions down in hesitance but Bruce’s pheromones immediately spring in anticipation. His eyes widen as Bruce immediately leans back in, letting his nose press against his nipple again but this time his eyes don’t leave Jason’s.
So slowly, hesitantly, he lifts his shirt. Bruce isn’t like the pups, he doesn’t vacuum on the moment his nipples are visible and release a growl if pried away. Bruce’s eyes trace his hand as he lifts it but then his eyes shoot back up, wide and unblinking, a silent plea for permission.
He wants to be mean, wants to make Bruce whine for it more, maybe even use his words. But the growing pressure and the milk already leaking down leaving a cold sticky trail aren’t appreciated and…he looks up to the security cameras.
But it’s awkward, he doesn’t know how to tell the man who semi partially raised him to go ahead and start drinking, so he wraps his arm back around his shoulders and nudges Bruce forward.
The alpha reacted immediately and latched onto his nipple with a force that rivalled his youngest. He gasps when he feels the ache soothe and the refreshing warmth of Bruce’s mouth sends a shiver up his spine.
He tries to relax but he finds it hard. The hand on his chest is bigger and tougher than usual, the sucking around his nipple are longer and a tongue pushes underneath in a way that the pups only did on accident, an intentional push to force more milk out, instead of the short consistent ones he’s familiar with. The pheromones in the room weren’t sated pup, it was content alpha that made his head dizzy.
Sooner or later into the dizziness he relaxed, he let himself lean into Bruce’s touch and shifted to get comfortable but still turned his body in a way that gave Bruce easier access to his chest. He gave a smirk and a peace sign to the security camera when he remembered it was there.
At some point he grew comfortable enough that the hand around Bruce’s shoulder went to stroke at his cheek and eventually moved on to his hair to gently brush through with his fingers. He started to let out soft coos and noises as he felt drowsiness settle in and those long sucks around his nipple had stuttered for a moment but continued on.
He was made aware of others when the door opened and the light shone directly onto his face. He hates Dicks side of the bed. He growls but his eyes open and there’s a real puppy running to his side.
“This isn’t fair. I already have to share with those 2, now even father thinks he has a right to it!” He coos and reaches out for the pup.
“Hello little demon. How was your day?” He ignores the comment and pulls him in to press a kiss to his cheek, a big exaggerated kiss that brings a smile to his face when the kid wipes it away.
“It was fine. I carried the mission, as per usual. And at school I won dodgeball.” He shifts and lets Damian settle on his lap as he coos his acknowledgement of the puppy’s achievements.
“Hungry?” He hissed as Damian latched on immediately. That was familiar. Short little suckles that tried to make up for the length with strength.
He hears more footsteps and looks up to see Dick, costume off and panting. He growls when the alpha visibly softens.
“Oh my god— he was hungry? Are you serious?” He smiles as Tim pops in behind Dick and the pup walks around him to sit on the edge of the bed by his feet.
“No, he needed stitches. Should probably get him to someone— ow, to get them done up properly and make sure there aren’t any other problems.” He flinches as Bruce nips down, hard enough to make him frown down at him.
“I think he’ll be okay just there for tonight.” Dick smiles.
“Uh no— he’s on my side of the bed. If he's sleeping here, he’s not sleeping there. I don't care that his side is slashed open, I’m pregnant.” Jason uses the hand around Bruce to point down at his very pregnant stomach.
“I did enough, you can roll and turn him over because I’m not going to be careful sleeping in my own bed.” Tim laughs but a few minutes later when Damian has fallen asleep in his arms, he passes him to Dick to take to the room specifically designated for Damian and Tim until the baby arrives, and then pushes Bruce away with a hand against the man’s forehead, pointing when the man starts whining again.
“Record him. Grab your phone out, I want a close up video of this.” Jason stays put but keeps trying to break the hold as Tim grabs his phone and his laughter only grows as Jason keeps pushing against him.
Eventually Dick comes back and frowns when he sees what they’re doing so he helps Jason up and pries Bruce away from him, only for the man to start whimpering.
Dick eventually manages to have Bruce laying the other way on Dicks side of the bed and Jason slides next to him, moving his pillow to lay next to Bruce.
“Wait where do I sleep?” Jason’s comfortable when Dick pops back up into view.
“Not my problem.” He sighs as Bruce nuzzles against his arm and once more, he’s wrapping it around Bruce before he’s finally sleeping.
——
“You should have seen your face!” Jason keeps laughing. On the large bat computer was the footage from the night before, of Bruce whining whenever Jason wasn’t touching him.
Everyone was laughing while Bruce wore his usual monotone expression, but the slight twitches the man gave off was enough of a reaction for everyone to notice and keep the laughter going
Jason keeps laughing as the footage Tim took starts to play, a close up of Bruce whining and clinging to Jason with a nice contrast shot from the security cameras of Bruce on one nipple and Damian around the other.
Apparently Jason’s stitches were good enough that Bruce was fine to be walking the next day. Jason doubted it but he wasn’t going to tell Bruce what to or not to do. So he focuses back on the pups who are now arguing about the video and whether it should be kept or not. It’s definitely being kept but he’ll let Damian keep trying to defend his father.
Further away at the other end of the table, Bruce sat there while Dick sat beside him, watching the others laugh as they went through the footage.
“I don’t appreciate that you just left me there yesterday, Dick.” He turns to Bruce with a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip.
Bruce’s pheromones told a different story. Dick had woken up first that morning, their couch was not made to be stayed on long term, and when he had entered his own bedroom the entire apartment had instantly filled with proud happy refreshed alpha.
“Right, you just appreciate the outcome.” The small raise to Bruce’s lip made his eyes roll. He turns his stare back to Jason and let his lip lift as he watches him joke around with the pups, letting himself smile even when he was aware that Bruce was in the room.
It wasn’t much but whenever Jason fell, he fell hard. It wouldn’t be too long until Jason would let himself be bullied and pressured back into the manor. Dick could hold out just a little longer.