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"Aww, puppy! Don't cry. You can have some cookies later."
The pup sniffled as he pulled at his older brother's arm and whined. Dick felt like his heart would explode at the sight of the cute behaviour. The omega had only known Damian for six months, and he had already rubbed his scent all over the feisty pup, marking him as his own.
The cutie patootie was all his, and nobody could tell Dick otherwise as he finished scooping the last of the cookie dough out of a bowl onto the cookie pan. Snickerdoodle and pumpkin spice flavoured to fit the fall season, Dick had spent weeks planning for this. It would be Dami's first proper Halloween, and he wanted it to be as perfect as humanly possible.
Talia didn't celebrate, and none of the other Bat-family members besides Cass and Alfred were comfortable enough with the pup to put in the effort to make it memorable for the baby. So, it was up to Dick, and the omega was gleeful about the responsibility. He loved spending time with Dami and was super attached to the little one the moment he laid eyes on him.
It was hard to imagine that an emotionally constipated pair of alphas like Talia and Bruce could make such an angel. Now. Not everyone saw how innocent the pup was, but Dick did, and he was enthralled by his baby brother. Nobody could take the pup away from him, no matter how much they tried.
Bruce wasn't happy to find out that Talia had hidden a baby from him. When Dick mentioned the part about where he found Dami, the man turned red in the face and had to be talked down by his siblings. Immediately, his father claimed that the pup could not stay with them. He was born from a killer. An alpha who used her alpha voice and pheromones more than once to manipulate the Dark Knight.
Who was to say that this was another tactic in keeping Bruce in her grasp? That Dami's supposed abduction and Talia's disappearance wasn't just some ruse tugging at the omega's heartstrings. Dick heard Bruce out. He nodded along and let him talk about every suspicion he had. Then he refused. The pup was his, and he was keeping him.
"Look, Dami!" He whispered excitedly to the pup who had decided the next best thing to dine on was the man's long ponytail. "They're rising."
The little one stopped chewing on the hair to stare at the cookies and cooed. The noise was music to Dick's ears, his chest tightening as he resisted the urge to scoop Dami up for face kisses. It was hard to imagine all those months ago how he found the angel. Covered in bruises. Crying a painful, choked-up version of a newborn pup's chortle for their mother that left him nauseated.
Dick's inner omega had dropped so low from such a small creature being handled like a sack of cash. Passed from hand to hand as those league grunts discussed what to do with the so-called defective heir. Dami deserved better than that, and Dick was going to give him the full Wayne pup experience. The one he got with all the love, affection, and attention that an omega could channel into their pup.
Because Dami was his. The second Dick saw him crying for his mother, fate linked them together. Dick was rewarded for his earlier suffering and discretion with a puppy that smelled faintly of being an omega himself. Omegas needed guidance and extra protection in this world. In so many ways, they were taken advantage of and used. He knew that firsthand and he was never going to let a pup go through that while he stood by.
When he held Dami that first time the poor thing buried his face into Dick's scent gland and nursed it. Or at least he tried as to the man's utter disgust nobody had ever bothered teaching the puppy how to. A pup unscented, unfed, and unprotected. That's who Bruce and Barbara wanted him to leave in the cold. They wanted Dick to forgo his duty and run.
It hurt to see them reject a pup of their pack, their blood, so easily. The sting remained all these weeks later as Dick healed from his brutal ambush by those league thugs and Dami gained weight. The man was determined to turn the premie into a plump dumpling by the end of the year with the endless supply of food he fed him. He hadn't started to lactate enough yet, so Dick stuck to baby formula despite his annoyance with it
As an omega, it was his duty to feed his baby with his breast milk and yet his body just didn't want to listen to him. The first time he pumped and nothing came out even with his chest feeling sore as fuck, he broke down. It took a full six hours and Dami's loving baby snuggles to calm him down. Further proof in Bruce's eyes that he wasn't ready for a pup but Dick shrugged off his concerns. All omegas got emotional with their new puppies.
He pulled his hair out of the pup's mouth and cradled him to his chest, humming happily. "Once we get your cookies, we'll take a warm and cozy nap. Just you and mommy, how does that sound? Hm?"
The pup let out a cute woof, and Dick nearly fainted from the way the little one nuzzled into his chest. His baby was so precious, even if he could be cranky to people besides his mommy. Dick saw that as a good thing. Dami already had that instinct a future Robin needed to survive in Gothman and Bludhaven. He also appeared to have been watching Dick more closely than he thought as he caught the infant attempting to do a cartwheel.
Of course this ended up being the baby flopping on his side and rolling, but to Dick that was one of the greatest gifts God could give him. His pup smelled and wanted to be like him. His inner omega was over the moon, and he beamed with pride whenever he got to talk about Dami to others. Now, the Justice League and the Titans had no idea the pup existed, but that would change soon. Dick knew that once the pup's scent of sunlight and baby powder fully mixed with his own rougher smell, it would be safe to take Dami out in public.
Nobody would dare snatch a pup cloaked in his smell. A scent so powerful it often made even other omegas get uncomfortable. In the last six months, it had become even stronger, with the doctor mumbling some hogwash about needing to take a break so his omega could recalibrate. That his mind had to have time off so it could process the absolute clusterfuck that led to him saving Dami from a fate worse than death. Dick had no interest in lying down and playing traditional omega to help others feel better.
His pup, his job, and his duties as Nightwing were more than enough to keep him on track. In fact, he felt more in tune with his omega side than ever. Before, he ignored the urges to make a nest and dive headfirst into the teen titan's scent glands for relief because being an omega meant you were weak. You were a whore. Easy pickings is what they had called him.
Dick had rejected himself and learned his lesson the hard way. He never wanted to experience that type of slip-up again. The man embraced that feral part of his mind and was gifted a whole new outlook on life. A purpose in caring for the adorable, hungry pup in his arms. The baby had begun to tussle, desperate for a taste of those yummy cookies the older omega had been bragging about for hours.
Not wanting to rile the pup into a screech-filled temper tantrum, Dick popped the finished cookies out of the oven and blew on them. The smell was delectable and Dami began to whine loudly as he smacked his lips together. The man cooed and kissed the pup on the cheek before breaking off a piece of cookie for the little one to gum at. It was teeny tiny enough that baby didn't choke as Dick fed it to him, and the little woofs of joy he let out afterwards could make any pack melt like butter.
"Dami, you're beyond precious. I'm the luckiest mommy in the world." Dick hummed as he watched the pup make grabby hands for more treats.