A/N - Written for Bruce Wayne Week 2021 - Day 4 - Omegaverse. Lemons ahead! Read at your own risk. Steph is 100% an adult in this fic.
(BTW my Day 3 fic is going to post late. Didn't realize how much polishing I had to do on it, and it's somehow 34K long!)
TW - some technical non-con due to drugs/biology. It's the "unavoidable sex" trope!
Tornado Warning
"What happened to him?" Batgirl said to Red Robin, staring at the feral Alpha snarling and growling at the nervous half-circle of GCPD officers hovering behind the Bats, who appeared to be desperately hoping that it wouldn't be up to them to keep Batman pinned in the alley and off the streets.
"Some kind of drug, we think," Tim said in a worried voice. "It was a vape, the container broke when we were taking down the dealers inside."
"You and Robin aren't affected," Steph noted, looking the pair over.
"Maybe it only affects Alphas," Tim muttered.
"Or Alphas and omegas," Damian said. "You should not enter the club, Batgirl."
"I won't," she assured the pup, reaching out to scritch his hair. "But we have to get B home," she said with growing concern. The Alpha kept tugging at his cowl, seemingly irritated by it, and if he unmasked -
"We've tried talking to him," Tim said in frustration. "And we took our scent blockers off, but he won't even listen to the pup. He almost attacked the officers when they got too close to Robin, though," he said, and Steph noticed that the Beta was keeping the pup planted directly in front of him, closest to B, and therefore shielded with Red Robin's body from the ring of wary cops blocking the end of the alley.
"B can't like feeling trapped," Steph said rationally.
"We can't risk letting him loose on the streets, though," Tim said. "I think the only reason he hasn't grappled away is because the pup is here. We've been keeping our distance from B so he can't grab him and split."
Tim let out another burst of Beta pheromones as B started wandering closer to them again, causing the Alpha to look momentarily reassured before he meandered back towards the end of the alley and began growling at the reek of mixed scents he found there.
"Where's the Batmobile?" Steph said thoughtfully.
"A few blocks away," Tim said, "but the recall button is on B's gauntlet. And even if we could get the car here, we'd still have to get him in it."
Steph watched the Alpha prowling the alley, snarling and rooting around in trash cans, then throwing bottles and can lids alike into the brick walls surrounding them in fits of rage over the other Alpha scents he found lingering. He began fidgeting with his cowl again afterwards, only pausing when Tim let out a Beta keen that momentarily distracted him.
"I have an idea," Steph said, "but we'll need the officers to fall back to where he can't see them."
"What's the idea?" Tim said nervously. Steph looked at him with much more calm than she felt.
"Once the officers are out of sight, I'll take my scentblocker off and emit distress-need-Alpha. He'll take me back to the Pack House, and you and the pup will follow us. We'll make sure your Pack Beta is ready with a tranq."
"I don't know, Batgirl," Red Robin said hesitantly.
"No Alpha in a primal state would ever hurt an omega," Robin said rationally. "I believe Batgirl's plan will work."
"All right," Red Robin said, looking between the omega and the pup and making up his mind. "Batgirl, you stay here with the pup while I get rid of the cops."
She nodded and put her arms protectively around Damian as Red Robin slowly walked sideways towards the circle of blue, keeping his eyes on his Pack Alpha as he went.
Batman whirled and watched, senses heightened and nostrils flaring, as the Beta inched away, but when the Alpha's eyes fell on Batgirl with his pup, he emitted a low, pleased growl - which really should not have made Steph's toes curl.
She wasn't B's omega - hell, she wasn't even his Pack's omega, because she was part of Oracle's Pack, not B's - but biology was biology and a strong Alpha was offering her his approval, and dammit if he hadn't peeled off his scentblockers, too. Fuck.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw the police dispersing, much to her relief, and when she looked back at B, his eyes were still on her, fiery and intense, and he was prowling closer now, sniffing the air - for her scent, Batgirl was sure, and Red Robin needed to hurry up and get back because the Alpha was getting confused as to why he couldn't smell her, and Steph didn't want to see what he might do next when his upset began to overwhelm him.
"All clear," Tim said, coming back to her side. He reached out a hand for the pup and held it securely in his, where B could see it. "You sure about this?" he whispered to Steph.
"Just have the tranq ready," she murmured back under her breath. With fingers that were only slightly shaking at the sight of the very interested, very primal Alpha creeping towards them, Steph reached under her uniform collar and peeled off her scentblocker.
The air around them changed immediately. Alpha arousal, thick and heavy, flooded their senses, smelling of claim-mine-want, and Steph could smell the Beta's anxiety spiking as B stalked forward in a rush.
"Alpha," Steph whined in a supplicating plea as she dropped to her knees next to the pup, whose big eyes were darting from B to her and back again. "Take me to your den?" Steph begged, tilting her head back to show her throat in submission.
"Shit, Steph," Tim muttered hoarsely. "You forgot to mention this part of the plan."
She shrugged and showed him her crossed fingers behind her back right before B grabbed her face and dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling his gauntlets off and carelessly tossing them aside to scent her with his wrist glands, and Steph had to bite her lips to keep from moaning.
The smells of sandalwood and rainwater and coffee enveloped her like a warm sweater, settling into her pores and soothing her with with all the coziness of a log fire even as another type of blaze threaded its way through her genetic programming straight down to her cunt, where she felt a gush of hot slick shoot out and soak her panties.
She barely registered Damian shaking Tim's hand off and darting away to grab the gauntlets so he could recall the Batmobile, because B was licking her now, pushing aside the neck of her uniform and swiping long stripes over her mating gland, and Steph whimpered.
Alpha growled at her, low and pleased, and a thrum of excitement filled Steph's belly. Alpha was happy with her! A whine of encouragement left her throat because Alpha was suckling now, right over her mating gland and sending sparks and stars and rainbows to her cunt.
A hand was shaking her shoulder, hard.
"The den, omega!" a panicked voice in the distance was saying.
Yes. A den. Alpha's den was where she needed to go.
"Den, Alpha," she mumbled, reaching a slow hand up through thick, resistant air to palm his face, but her paws were covered with something rough and hot and Steph whined in frustration, trying to shake it off. Alpha growled reassuringly and pulled the nasties off of her - and then bliss! Bliss!
Omega was pressing bare wrists to Alpha's mouth, and Alpha was licking and sucking at them, and the voice kept shouting, "Den! Take her to our den, Alpha!" and voice was right, omega wanted Alpha's den and his nest, so she whimpered and scrabbled for Alpha's mating gland to tell him, but she couldn't reach Alpha's skin - he was covered! Too covered!
And omega began to whine in distress, crying for Alpha and trying to touch him but not, couldn't, and Alpha was growling, impatient and soothing all at once until suddenly Alpha scooped her up and they were flying, omega and Alpha! In the sky and running through the stars and Alpha kept jumping and flying and carrying omega away, away, away…
But omega still couldn't touch Alpha's skin! Her keening grew louder and more distressed as she whimpered for him, and his growls grew more and more urgent until finally they were falling, landing, dark, underground, tunnels, stale air, soft - but empty - not a nest - no Alpha in it -
"Alpha," omega cried, tears blurring the edges of her eyes as she felt around her in the dark. "Nest! Nest, Alpha," she whimpered, feeling bereft and abandoned and uncared for, unloved. Alpha hadn't built her a nest. Alpha didn't cherish her? Omega had displeased Alpha? Alpha had left her?
Her sobs had just started to overtake her when Alpha was back beside her, and in his skin now! Omega could feel him!
And he was purring out comfort and pressing a soft blanket into her arms that smelled like Alpha. He wrapped her in it tight and cozy, and scented her face and her blankie and pawed at her - and then Alpha was shoving another soft fluffy nestie into her face before fussing it all around them.
And then another and another and another, building them a safe happy nest while they sat right inside it. Omega's purrs were loud in her ears as she accepted each nestie from Alpha with an approving sniff before he wove it into place, and when she felt the walls high and strong all around them, omega let out a pleased whinny and surged forward in her blankie cocoon towards Alpha.
Alpha purred when he caught her, and his hands were warm and strong and sure over her blanket as he unwound her, but when he finished omega was still too covered! Too shielded from Alpha!
But omega had barely started to cry before Alpha was peeling the cold nasties off her, throwing them out of the nest with little grunts. Each piece of omega that Alpha uncovered, he scented and licked until more slick was gushing out of her, before ripping off another nastie.
Omega keened happily when she was finally bare and wet for Alpha, and he growled at her in approval, sliding a rough hand along her wet cunt and making omega cry out and arch up before trying to grind down on Alpha's fingers.
He growled and more slick came out for Alpha, which made him so happy! He purred at her! And then Alpha was licking and sucking at omega's mating gland, and omega was stretching her neck out long for him to bite, and when Alpha's fangs broke her sweet sac wide open, she came on his fingers as Alpha's emotions flooded and overwhelmed her.
Happy - pleased - proud of omega - protective - cared for - cherished - safe -
Omega was keening and crying until Alpha pressed her face into his neck, encouraging her to bite back. With a happy wiggle on his fingers that were still tight inside her, omega bit down hard, wrestling with Alpha's tight sac until it burst and she tasted him tangy and hot on her tongue, and her belly expanded with want and need and Alpha AlphaAlpha she was his she was Alpha's and Alpha was omega's and they were moaning and growling and purring together, all at once.
Omega wailed in despair when Alpha's fingers left her, but then his cock was there, even thicker and better and full so full so full and Alpha was fucking her, claiming omega's cunt as his, and she had never felt anything better she had never felt anything else there was only omega and Alpha always and always and always until she moaned as she came hard on his knot.
Omega kept coming and coming as Alpha jostled it inside of her and her cunt kept convulsing and Alpha loved her he loved her he loved her he loved omega and omega was so happy on Alpha's knot so loved so happy so wanted - - -
Omega woke up in a dark, empty nest, reaching for Alpha with her mind and not finding him.
"Alpha?" she cried out in a panic. "Alpha? Alpha!" she screamed, out loud and through their bond both, and she felt Alpha's thrum of alarm faintly from so, so far away, but she couldn't smell him, he wasn't there - where was Alpha?
"Alpha!" omega screamed again, starting to hyperventilate and choke on her tears and fear and - abandoned? Alpha abandoned omega? Alpha was angry at her?
She dimly registered some semblance of comfort being sent her way through the bond, but - something was wrong, Alpha wasn't happy, he wasn't happy with her? He left their mating nest! He left omega alone! Steph howled as hurt ripped through her chest, and she felt Alpha's worry stronger now, but he was gone he was gone he left her he left he left he -
"I'm here," Alpha was growling in her ear, deep and low and firm as he scented her face, her neck, her arms, her hands.
"Left!" Steph shrieked. "Left omega! Left! Not want! Left!"
"I do want," Alpha tried to soothe, but Alpha - ?
"Liar!" she screamed at him, pounding on Alpha with both fists. "Liar liar -"
"Baby, shh," Alpha tried to say. "Sweetheart -" but omega was choking on sobs and fear and pain and suddenly Alpha was growling and kissing her, deep and hard and reassuring, and then he was sucking on her mating mark, making her gasp, and then Alpha was burying his face in her folds and licking and slurping and drinking her slick up, until she wasn't crying except from her orgasm.
And then Alpha was in her in her in her and he was fucking omega and telling her what a good girl she was and how sorry he was and how much he loved her and wanted her and what a good mate she was, everything Alpha ever wanted, until omega was coming on his knot and sobbing in relief and Alpha was holding her and feeling guilty and happy and relieved and omega didn't understand but Alpha was growling and purring comfort until she faded back into sleep, drowsy on hormones and his knot and their bond.
The next time omega woke up, she was wrapped in Alpha's arms. He nuzzled her head and purred at her, and omega sighed happily and nestled closer into his chest, purring back soft and sweet and she was so happy, her Alpha was there -
"Right here, sweetheart," Alpha rumbled. "I'm not going anywhere. Alpha's got you."
Omega kept purring as she slipped back into sleep. She was safe. Alpha was there.
Bruce felt Steph stir in his arms, in their mating nest in the off-grid safehouse he'd somehow dragged her to. As he felt a trickle of consciousness seep into her still slumbering mind, he sighed quietly and practiced every meditative technique he knew to keep from leaking his emotions into their bond.
Or, rather, to keep his negative emotions out - because Steph had panicked when she couldn't feel him, but she'd known when he wasn't telling the complete truth…
And guilt wanted to settle heavy in his gut, but Bruce kept willing it away. Later, when Steph had emerged from her pseudo-heat, she'd understand, but for now, she'd feel rejected and devastated and -
Steph was wriggling around, not happy until her nose was planted on his mating gland, and Bruce reflexively tightened his arms around her, because dammit, it did feel amazing to have his mate soft and pliant and clinging to him, but -
His mate. His mate! He'd raped Steph. His former Robin! He'd raped her, God, and forced a mating bond, and -
"Alpha?" Steph mumbled.
"Right here, baby," he said soothingly, willing his panicked feelings away.
"'K," Steph muttered, curling tighter into him and beginning to purr. Bruce automatically purred back, the warmth in his gut at his mate's pleasure pulling the reaction from him unbidden.
He swallowed.
Just focus on taking care of her. That's all he had to do for now. Focus. He could do this. He was Batman.
"I need you to eat something, sweetheart," Bruce said as he stroked Steph's hair and tried to ignore the tendrils of happiness snaking through his heart.
"Not hungy," Steph mumbled, nuzzling deeper into his shoulder and letting her fingers play across his bare chest.
"But you'll eat something anyway for Alpha, won't you," Bruce said in deep Alpha command as a matter of statement, not question.
"Yes, Alpha!" Steph immediately said, wiggling happily in his arms and smiling up at him.
"Good girl," Bruce growled, pushing away his self-disgust at manipulating an omega and allowing himself to become distracted instead by the blossoming tenderness in his chest, so soft and unfamiliar an emotion to him.
Steph was looking up at him with big, round eyes, eager to please and so fragile, so vulnerable in her drug-induced pseudo-heat, and a lump came to Bruce's throat, because all he wanted to do was cuddle and protect his omega from every threat - but the threat was him.
Her Alpha - not by her choice. Her rapist.
"Alpha?" Steph whined up at him, sounding worried.
"Come on, sweetheart," Bruce said, picking Steph up and clearing his mind at the same time. "Alpha's going to make you a protein shake."
He ended up having to make it one-handed, because Steph was clinging to him like a little koala bear and wouldn't let him go, but … there was something undeniably sweet about having his omega wrapped around him, purring softly in approval, while he cooked for her. If you could call mixing a scoop of protein powder with water cooking.
He sat Steph in his lap when he was done and slid the straw into her mouth.
"Drink," he told her, still using Alpha command. Steph happily complied, sucking away at the straw in a way that made Bruce's mind wander to other places he'd like her to suck, except - no. No, he couldn't - he wouldn't - hopefully she'd snap out of this soon and he wouldn't have to fuck her again and then they could figure out what to do about this mess.
Steph was slurping the last dregs of the shake before Bruce shook himself out of his reverie.
"Good girl," he praised her. She beamed up at him as he took the glass and set it aside.
"Mine," she said, seeing her mark on his neck and cheerfully rubbing her fingers over it, which made Bruce tense as his cock began to harden. "Mine, mine, mine," Steph mouthed, shifting around in his lap so she could gnaw at her bite.
It was exquisitely torturous pleasure, especially with how she'd managed to seat herself, and Bruce ought to distract her, to get her off of him, but his omega was so happy - and maybe, deep down where he didn't want to look, a long empty, aching void in his own soul was being filled to overflowing by the fact of belonging to someone who loved him so dearly, however short-lived and falsely influenced by hormones and DNA it might be.
"Love you, Alpha," Steph cooed up at him as she chewed and licked over his mating wound, sensing his appreciative thoughts.
"Love you, too, baby," Bruce said automatically, pulling her closer against him and allowing himself to nuzzle her neck as she sighed and pressed tighter into him. "Such a good girl," Bruce mumbled as his lips slid treacherously closer and closer to her mating gland.
"Good for my Alpha," Steph said contentedly. "Love him," she happily purred.
"Alpha loves omega, too," Bruce said, suppressing a groan as Steph lifted herself up and slid down on his cock, purring in delight as he filled her up.
He'd barely managed to catch his breath before Steph started bouncing up and down on his length, babbling, "Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!" in little happy cries of ecstasy. Fuck, she felt amazing, and her joy was infectious through their bond, and she arched her back and came hard around him when Bruce growled out his approval.
And he wanted to hang on longer and drag their coupling out - God, he wanted to fuck her for hours, or at least until his cock gave out, but - Steph wasn't really consenting to this, even if they had inadvertently mated. She was drugged and in heat and Bruce wouldn't take advantage any more than he could help.
With a low moan, he thrust a few quick times up into her delicious, steamy, welcoming wet cunt, and let his knot form. And it was still good, even though he felt slightly guilty enjoying it and more than a little regretful at how quickly he'd performed. But guilt and regret would only hurt his omega, who had started mewling and writhing on his knot, so Bruce gathered her up in his arms and kissed her and told her what a good girl she was, how perfectly she rode his knot, how happy she made Alpha, and he let himself drift off into their sea of mutual pleasure.
Steph was asleep. She was having one of those dreams where she knew she was dreaming, but didn't want to wake up, because she was dreaming of the most amazing Alpha ever.
Sexy and strong and he'd knotted her to perfection, Steph knew, even though the dream's details were hazy on the specifics. And he loved her, so much -
But he was sad, too. Steph felt it slicing through his soul like a knife. He knew she'd leave him.
"Don't let me wake up, then," Steph mumbled, snuggling closer into his big spoon.
"I wish I didn't have to," the Alpha said, and Steph knew that Alpha's voice.
"B?" she mumbled, confused even in her sleep. B wasn't - they wouldn't - he was OLD! And - B! And - wracked with guilt? What - ?
"Wake up, Steph," B said gently, but with Alpha tone.
And suddenly Steph was blinking sleep out of her eyes in a nest that smelled like love and safety and sex and B and her and … mating.
Steph gasped - because B, B was still right there in her mind, like in the dream - which wasn't exactly a dream? Oh, fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck -
"It's ok," B was saying from behind her, and Steph dimly registered that he'd rolled away from her as soon as she'd woken up. "Just breathe. I know it's a lot to take in -"
Yeah, no shit. Steph was hyperventilating and she felt B's conflict, he was worried about her panic and concerned about touching her and torn between his primal brain and his rational one and Steph still couldn't breathe, she was seeing spots.
B suddenly growled low and surged forward and then his strong hands were massaging her shoulders and he was leaning over her back to scent her forehead and he was ordering her to breathe with his counts, five in and five out, and the flood of safe-protect-calm pheromones from his pores and scent and touch and BRAIN - he was in her brain -
"BREATHE," B growled again, more firmly, and Steph went lax under his hands, slowly drawing in her breath to his measured counting. "Good girl," he said after a minute, when she was finally able to breathe without him.
And oh, Alpha was praising her! She'd done well for Alpha! Omega was -
Steph came back to herself with a jerk, not quite going back to shallow breaths, as she tried to process her mating brain - mating brain holy fuck - responding to her Alpha. Her mate.
What.
The.
Hell.
"I was drugged," B began to explain without her asking. "Do you remember?" he asked her, and memories were filling her mind, but from B's eyes.
Steph whimpered when she felt how distressed he'd been, feeling so confused and lost and needing to protect the pup and Beta but not knowing how. Other Alphas were lurking nearby, he'd smelled them, he had to kill them for the pup - but where were they -
"Oh, B," Steph said empathetically.
"I'm so sorry," he rasped out. "So, so sorry, Steph," he said, and Steph knew it - knew it like she'd never known B's truth before.
In fact, he was feeling so much, so deeply - and what was that about? B was always so composed. So even. So distant and cold, sometimes, Steph had thought - but he actually wasn't, was he? He was a raging storm of turbulent feelings and passion and vibrant emotions. And above all, guilt and regret were weighing him down so heavily that he could hardly breathe himself and - oh fuck.
Steph recognized the instant that B realized what she was seeing. Flames of embarrassment engulfed him and he began burning up with shame, vulnerable and overexposed in her mind's eye.
Tears filled Steph's actual eyes.
"It's ok," she whimpered softly. "I won't tell, B," she said, turning around to face him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug, before suddenly freaking out herself when she realized that they were both very, very naked. "Oh my God!" Steph yelped, recoiling backwards. "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God," she rambled, now the one totally red and embarrassed.
B automatically let out a soothing whine, and Steph once again slumped in relief as comfort and peace soaked through her frantic, tense nerves. B sighed and tugged one of their blankets loose, handing it to Steph, before covering up with one himself.
"So," he said, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "This is …" he hesitated.
"You can say it," Steph said. But he looked at her with concern.
"I don't want your omega to feel like I'm rejecting you," he said carefully. "Which I'm not," he added swiftly, because Steph's stomach had lurched against her will and a terror had suddenly gripped her and apparently he'd felt it, too.
"Fuck," Steph whispered. "Yeah. New mating bond."
"Yeah," B said grimly. He paused. "If we don't spend a full week together in our mating den, we'll destabilize," he said unnecessarily. They both knew how biology and mating bonds worked, after all. "It's only been about twenty-four hours since we bonded," he added.
Steph swallowed.
"We'll have to have sex," she said, feeling mortified to even have to say that out loud to B. So how the hell was she gonna - she couldn't -
"If you want to break the bond, we can," B said gently.
"I don't know," Steph said miserably. "I've never heard of a case where the consequences for an omega weren't traumatizing. Sometimes for life. My mom used to work with patients at the hospital who'd been severed, and …" she trailed off for a second. "Mom even had an omega once who'd broken the bond by their own choice, and she said their symptoms were nearly identical to everyone else's," Steph said, wrapping her arms around her blanket-covered self.
"I've heard that, as well," B said softly, looking (and feeling) pained. Was she ever gonna get used to feeling his feelings?
"Or hearing each other's thoughts?" B added wryly, out loud. "I suppose people do," he said, sounding mystified. "But I find it quite strange, myself." Steph nodded at him with a small, shy smile.
"How did this even happen?" she said. "I know you were drugged, but I wasn't due for my heat. I should have been able to stay in control and keep you from mating with me," she said in frustration.
"I think the drugs affected my pheromones in a way that put you into a pseudo-heat," B said regretfully.
"I should have thought of that possibility," Steph groaned, her own guilt suddenly attacking her. "This is all my fault," she said.
"No, Steph," B said firmly. "You couldn't have known. And you were trying to keep me from unmasking in public," he said, letting his gratitude flow freely through their bond. "You and Tim and Damian were trying to protect me. To protect all of us," he said.
"So what now?" Steph sighed, glancing off to the side. Not that it helped to hide her eyes from B when he could see right inside her.
"The family knows what happened," B said. "I woke up clear headed while you were asleep, still in heat, and left to have a chat with Superman."
"Yes!" Steph said, hurt suddenly welling up in her heart. "You left me! You left me all alone -" B was suddenly purring at her and crawling forward to wrap her up, blanket and all, into his arms as he nuzzled her head.
"I was freaking out," he admitted, as he poured apologies into her. "And terribly worried about sending all of those negative emotions through the bond and hurting you. I needed a little space," he said, "and a friend," he sighed. "I thought I'd be back before you woke up," he said, pressing little kisses of comfort into Steph's hair that she found she didn't mind at all.
Actually, she found she quite liked them, because she was purring now and curling tighter into B's chest. And, oh, B was purring, too, low and gravely and it was doing delicious things to Steph's tummy and making her toes curl. She felt B chuckle against her, warm and tender and caring and Steph started giggling, too, into his shoulder.
"It's so embarrassing how much I suddenly like you," Steph mumbled against B's skin.
"The feeling is mutual… Robin," B said with emphasis, making Steph groan and laugh even harder. But B was too, was the thing, and what had felt so awful was slowly starting to feel friendly and less scary and maybe even doable.
"Leaning into our primal instincts will make it easier," B said pragmatically, beginning to scritch little circles into Steph's scalp with his fingernails. She purred and snuggled tighter.
"Yeah, but we're gonna have to get our brains wrapped around it sooner or later," Steph sighed. "If we stay mated …?" she said hesitantly. "I know you never wanted a mate, B, and you certainly didn't want me, of all people."
"I was your mentor when you were a pup," B said, "and pursuing you romantically was a line I never would have crossed," he said. "Never would have even thought to cross," he added with a heartbreaking honesty. Steph whined in comfort, because it wasn't B's fault and he felt so awful about it, but it wasn't like he'd meant to lose control.
"I hate not being in control," B growled.
"Never would've guessed," Steph said dryly. B chuckled but then he got quiet for a minute.
"You're right," he said finally. "I hadn't ever wanted a mate before this happened, and I especially didn't want an omega, even as a sex partner," he said. "I didn't want to be at the mercy of my biology," he said. "I thought it would make me weak. Less effective. Less able to be Batman. But now …" he trailed off for a minute.
"The other Bats are more than capable of covering for me when you're in heat," he said. Steph shivered involuntarily. In a good way. B's arms around her waist tightened slightly.
"I would never willingly cause you harm," he said, "and I'm certainly not willing to traumatize you by breaking the bond against your will. I know this isn't what either of us intended, but I have to admit that I'll be relieved if you want to stay mated. If you end up further damaged from me, if we sever the bond, I don't know how I'll live with myself," B said, his voice breaking slightly.
"It's so weird," Steph said, pressing her face into B's neck and inhaling his delicious scent. "Weird that it's me and you, I mean," she said, but she was more calmly thoughtful than anxious now.
"It will get less weird over time," B promised. Steph took another sniff. He smelled like protector and he smelled like home and he smelled like hers.
"Ok," Steph said softly. "I really don't want to go through a severed bond. And I know you'll be a good mate," she said. "You'd never not take care of me."
B's purr of pleasure coursed through her, and Steph felt some slick gush out. Which stained her cheeks red and made her whine in embarrassment, but B kept purring soothing approval at her, and even though they both felt his Alpha flaring as the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, B was controlling it. He wasn't pouncing on her and forcing her and -
"You must be hungry," B said, gently diverting her attention. "Let me make you some food," he said.
"Ok," Steph said in relief. Food was normal. Eating was normal. She could do this. "Do we have any clothes here? Where the hell are we?" she asked him, finally really processing the oddity of their surroundings.
It was a dim, windowless bunker. Underground, Steph assumed. They were curled together in a good sized nest that B had built (for her! Her heart sang) on top of a fluffy mattress.
"This is an off-grid safehouse," B said, getting up and discretely wrapping the blanket around his waist as he went. "None of the other Bats know about it," he said. "Which was another reason why I had to contact Clark," he said. "I'm sure Tim panicked when our trackers suddenly went off-line."
"Oh, shit," Steph said in horror. B nodded at her.
"Be right back with clothes," he said, moving past the tiny kitchenette into another room. A storage room, apparently, that went back farther than Steph could see, lined with shelves and shelves of a doomsday prepper's worth of supplies.
It took B a few minutes to return, but he was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt when he came back, with a pair of yoga pants and a tank top for Steph in his hands.
"Thanks," she said. He nodded and pointed to a door on the opposite end of the room.
"Bathroom's in there," he said, immediately turning away and going to rummage in the tiny kitchen to give her some privacy to get up, despite the fact that the concept of privacy with him living in her brain was basically a moot point.
It was sweet, though, and Steph appreciated it. She felt rather than saw a tiny smile light up B's face at her gratitude, and that was sweet, too, but also weird and TMI and - yeah. Bathroom. Clothes. She could do this.
B was cooking over the stove when Steph came back, so she sat down at the little round dinette made of dingy chrome and peeling laminate. He was stirring grayish colored lumps of something in a pan, and had some sad looking hash browns going, too, but at least it smelled somewhat edible.
Steph found herself drawing her feet up onto her chair and curling her arms around her knees in contentment, because Alpha was cooking for her! And it made her feel so safe and comforted and loved and pleased and cared for, that a tiny purr slipped out.
B turned around to catch her eyes, and Steph blushed and buried her face in her arms, but B's warm smile lingered on in her mind's eye. In fact - he was remembering making her the protein shake, Steph realized, and the flood of tenderness that was filling B's heart at the memory, and how much soft affection was filling him now -
Steph couldn't help letting out another quiet little purr. She didn't raise her head, but she saw B's eyes twinkling anyway as he answered her with a deeper purr, and everything felt cozy and wonderful and right, in a way that Steph had never before experienced.
"Thank you, Alpha," Steph whispered shyly when B came over and set down two plates of food.
"You're welcome, omega," B answered in a deep, gravely bass, that made Steph purr even louder, even though she had to hide her face in her shoulder for a minute to do it. B's fingernails met her scalp, scritching little circles of comfort, until Steph was able to raise her head and bashfully meet his eyes.
"This feels really nice," Steph said softly as she picked up her fork.
"It does," B smiled at her. "Now I wonder how I ever lived without a mate for so long," he said, and something warm and happy flared in Steph's tummy, because she was his mate who was making him feel so nice, and that meant that she was a good mate, and Alpha liked her -
"B likes you, too," he said quietly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. Butterflies danced and Steph felt like fireflies were lighting up her eyes as she looked at B for what seemed like the first time.
Her mate. Her mate. He was her mate. And he was smiling and a warmth was crackling in his eyes, and Steph forgot how to breathe.
"Better eat before it gets cold," B said gently after a long minute. "It's not that good to begin with," he chuckled.
"What is it?" Steph said, finally taking a good look at her plate of food, which would have been completely unappealing except for the fact that her Alpha had made it for her.
"Powdered eggs and dehydrated potatoes," B said apologetically.
"Oh," Steph said. She took a bite. "Well," she said politely, trying not to make a face as she swallowed it down.
"Here, can I?" B said suddenly, scooping some of the goop on her plate up with his fork and tentatively holding it out to her. Something warm blossomed in Steph's chest (and on her cheeks, too) as she nodded.
"Open," B growled in Alpha command as he raised it to Steph's mouth, and suddenly everything in Steph's heart was going in squiggles and the food tasted SO GOOD - or no, actually, it FELT good, because Alpha was feeding it to her, and Steph perked up and swallowed happily and purred to let Alpha know she liked it.
"Good girl," he rumbled, and Steph's eagerness to eat only grew. She happily opened her mouth when he brought her the next bite, and he told her again what a good girl she was and kept feeding her, taking bites in between of his own food, until both their plates were cleaned.
Steph let out a loud happy purr when she was done, and reached her arms out for Alpha, who smiled indulgently and scooped her up into his lap.
"You ok?" B asked her gently, stroking a hand through her hair.
"Yes, Alpha!" Steph smiled up at him.
"Is Steph ok, too, omega?" B asked more directly, searching her eyes carefully to see if she was in there, and reaching out for her at the same time through their bond. Steph blinked and suddenly she was back and not only ok, but overcome with appreciation and gratitude for B.
"I'll never leave you down when I use command tone," B promised unnecessarily, because Steph already knew that B would never dream of taking advantage of an omega, whether it was her or anyone. "You trust me that much?" B asked her, seeming kind of surprised, and deeply touched.
"You're Batman," Steph said, looking at him like he was crazy. "Everyone knows you don't hurt people."
"I hurt criminals," he said, but Steph shook her head.
"Never more than you have to," she said. "And you never really blame the Arkham inmates for being mentally ill. You want to help them. You'd be happiest if they all recovered," she said. "Even Joker."
"I would," B said, still faintly shocked.
"Why shocked?" Steph said, curling a little cozier into his shoulder, and simultaneously realizing that it felt natural to be sitting in B's lap, instead of freakishly strange.
"I'm the Dark Knight," B said, pouting a little. "I want to be feared. I've worked very hard at becoming scary." Steph giggled.
"I think you're scary to everyone else, if it makes you feel better," she said.
"But not you?" B asked, even though he already saw it through their bond.
"I'm the girl who broke into the BatCave and demanded you make me Robin," Steph grinned at him. "Besides, Batman's not a terror to someone who grew up with an abusive, criminal father," she added more softly. B let out an empathetic whine and snuggled Steph tighter against his chest, and Steph sighed into it, letting her Alpha lull her into a cozy sense of safety.
She closed her eyes as she leaned against him, enjoying the low vibrations of his purrs and the feeling of his hand stroking up and down her arm. Maybe being mated to B wasn't so bad, after all, Steph thought sleepily. Maybe, actually, it was good. Because she'd never felt so protected and secure and - not alone.
She felt B's happiness bubble up inside of him at her thoughts, and that made her smile, too, but it also stoked a flame deep in her belly. B shifted slightly in his chair and Steph realized that he felt it, too, and she was expecting to feel awkward and ashamed but - B wasn't just B anymore, was he? He was her Alpha and her mate.
Steph blinked her eyes open and looked up at him, and B looked back down at her with eyes that were so soft, and filled with so much love - he'd loved her in her dream, Steph suddenly remembered.
"Was that real?" Steph asked him. B actually turned slightly pink, but he nodded.
"Caring for you, while you were down in your heat," he said roughly, needing to clear his throat before going on. "It changed me," he said in a thick voice. "I know it was genetic programming, but I've never felt -" he broke off, swallowing.
Longing, Steph realized, and not just B for her. She was longing for him, too, despite who they were to each other. Who they'd been. Who they sort of still were, but not for long?
"Could we snuggle in our nest?" Steph asked him in a tiny voice. A genuine smile broke out on B's face, a real one, the kind she'd only seen on his face since he'd mated with her, and it was for her, and because of her, and -
B was scooping her up and carrying her to their mating nest, and oh, being carried was absolutely as romantic as the movies made it seem. The physical swoopiness matched the emotional swoops and her Alpha was holding her, so big and strong, and - he liked that she liked it, Steph saw.
She giggled in embarrassment and buried her face in B's chest as he carefully stepped into their nest, still holding her tight and flooding her with warm affection, and got them situated together under the covers.
"Hi," Steph finally said, daring to peek her eyes up from B's t-shirt to look him in the eyes.
"Hi, yourself, mate," B growled, and a flurry of tingly butterflies fluttered all around Steph's insides, and it was nice and weird and too much and she was smiling and flushing and hiding in his shirt again, although she left her fingers free to pick at the edge of B's sleeve and tentatively caress his gloriously massive bicep.
B's hands tightened on her back, and he nuzzled into her hair with his nose, before bending his forehead lower to slowly and deliberately scent her. Steph exhaled on a gentle sigh as B scented her scalp first and then inched his way down the side of her still-hidden face to her neck, taking his time getting her thoroughly coated before traveling down to her mating gland.
Steph's fingers clutched his sleeve hard when B pressed his forehead into his bitemark, because heat and slick and want and need suddenly swept her away like a flash flood, making her whimper into his chest.
B growled back, low and deep and sexy, and slowly dragged his tongue over where he'd left his teeth marks. Steph gasped and twisted up his shirt in her hand, feeling moisture drench her cotton pants as her heart began to race.
"B," she mumbled against him.
"Do you want to stop?" B asked her, soft and gentle and willing, so willing to put the brakes on if she wasn't ready, but - maybe she was. He'd cooked for her, after all, and fed her and carried her and -
"Can you use a little Alpha?" Steph whispered up to him, finally lifting her head. "So I stay me but not so nervous?"
"Of course, baby," B said in his sexy voice, and oh, he called her baby, andSteph's insides melted and she whimpered up to her Alpha, wanting what she was still too shy to ask him for, but B understood.
Because his fingers were tangling in her blonde curls, and he was bending his mouth down to hers, and pressing their lips together, a little peck at first that assured Steph that she wasn't going to have a heart attack on first contact.
Then a few more teasing pecks, helping her relax, and then B was nibbling at her bottom lip in a way that made her gasp and want and when she opened her mouth, his tongue swept in, confident and bold and so, so skilled - holy crap - Steph moaned into it as B licked swirls and stripes against her that made her arms move on their own to around his neck, because God damn she needed something to hold onto, as her heart hammered and her body lit up like Gotham Square and her stomach thrummed with nervously excited energy.
And B's hands - the one in her hair was angling her head exactly where he wanted it, so he could kiss her into a near-death experience, and his other one was skimming along her low back and the curves of her side and hip until finally it slid right onto her ass cheek and palmed it through the skin tight yoga pants, not groping it like a douche in the club, but caressing it in a way that gave her chills.
"B," Steph mumbled against his lips when she needed a second to catch her breath. "B, God," she panted against him, feeling his smile against her mouth and his pride through their bond at the way that he was already wrecking her, but also his devotion - his need to make her happy, his commitment to making her feel comfortable and safe, his heartfelt desire to make their mating work out, as haphazard and accidental as it was.
"I'm so happy you're my mate," B growled at her, and Steph's entire body hummed with pleasure at her mate's approval, but she didn't slip down into primal state. And B was watching carefully to make sure she didn't, she realized, and had chosen his words with even more caution, which made Steph relax even more into his arms.
"More kissing," she begged, out loud this time, and B's smile was devastating, God he was handsome, and Steph was getting so wet and needy the more he kissed her - Fuck, she was kissing Bruce Wayne! - No, baby, her mate thought to her. Bruce Wayne is kissing you - and the languid way he stroked his tongue against hers made her shiver and moan, and suddenly B was flipping her onto her back and lying over her, big and muscular and Alpha, Steph keened in her mind, and God, it felt so good to be pinned under him - so fucking good - gonna make you spar with me so much from now on, Steph thought dizzily, and suddenly B was laughing out loud, grabbing her hands in his and sliding them over her head as he interlaced their fingers.
"Is that right, Batgirl?" he growled at her, grinding his hips (and hard cock) against her pelvis.
"Yup," Steph said back with a playful smile. "You're gonna have to set up our own private gym, or else permanently lock everyone else out of the BatCave," she smirked.
"I believe billionaire Bruce Wayne can manage to find a spare room in the Manor to convert for his mate's private training," he grinned at her, grinding his cock into her some more as he squeezed her hands tighter and pinned her harder to their fluffy nest.
Steph moaned and squeezed back, so happy to be forced to submit by her Alpha, and, well, that was pretty kinky, she guessed, but consistent with omega biology, even though she'd never let herself be this vulnerable with anyone before.
"No?" B asked her, licking long stripes up her jaw, down her neck, over her mating gland.
"My mom scared me so much with horror stories about forced matings and broken omega bonds," Steph sighed. "She warned me to wear a mating shield if I ever had sex, but aside from how fucking uncomfortable it would have been, can you imagine how that conversation would have gone? 'I like you enough to fuck you, but I trust you so little that I'm wearing an iron collar so you can't bite me against my will.'"
"Steph," B said hoarsely, suddenly dropping her hands and sitting back on his heels. "Please tell me you're not saying that you were a virgin," he begged her.
Steph turned bright red, but B saw the truth before the blush even hit her cheeks.
"Fuck," he gasped in horror. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," he said, tripping over his words in his anguish.
"It's ok," Steph said softly, reaching up a hand to brush away some of his tears.
"It's not," B argued, still crying. "Your first time should've been your choice," he gulped.
"I wanted it more than anything while it was happening," Steph said soothingly, cupping B's face with both hands now to wipe tears away.
"You were drugged," B growled in frustration. "It should have been special," he said, wiping away some of his own tears now with his thumb.
"It was special," Steph said. "It was with my mate. What could possibly be more special than that for my first time, B?" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck now and pulling his head into her shoulder so she could cuddle him.
"A mate of your choosing," B sulked, wrapping his arms around her chest. "A mating you were present for mentally instead of deep in primal state."
"The sex wouldn't have been as good if we hadn't both been primal," Steph pointed out, pressing a little kiss to B's cheek. "And B?" she said in a breathier voice. "It was fucking amazing."
B sighed.
"Amazing, huh," he finally said, looking up at her with a ghost of a smile.
"Fucking amazing," Steph said, her eyes dewy with compassion and heat and love for the man whose soul was being ripped to shreds right in her arms as he battled with guilt and self-hatred and regret and a thousand other burdens that he never seemed inclined to put down.
"How can you be so selfless and forgiving?" B asked her raggedly, with awestruck eyes.
"I learned from the best, Batman," Steph whispered, pulling him into a sweet kiss. A kiss that he deepened, with apology and heartbreak and love mixed up into it.
"You are such a good girl," he growled at her when he pulled back, trailing fingers down Steph's cheek. She whined happily and clenched her legs together. "And you're fucking amazing," B rasped out. "My amazing omega, my amazing Batgirl, my amazing mate," he said. "My fucking amazing Steph," he added, meeting her eyes with intensity and fire in his own.
"I love you, B," Steph said with a sniff, not knowing exactly where the feeling came from, but knowing it was true.
"I love you, too, Steph," B said back, brushing some of her hair off of her face. "And I am going to spend the rest of my life making this up to you," he promised.
"Yeah?" Steph smiled at him. "You gonna start right now?"
Yeah. He totally was.
Non-primal-state sex was never gonna be as good as a heat or a rut, that was a biological fact. But when B was inside her, Steph knew she didn't even care, because the look in his eyes for her, Steph, meant more to her than the world's greatest orgasm ever could.
And when she came on his knot and screamed, it was for B, not for her Alpha, and B was muttering her name like a prayer as he shot his cum into her. When Steph eventually came up and B slid out of her and wrapped her up in his arms, Steph drowsily decided that maybe she didn't only love him because of the bond.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to explore that more," B said with deep satisfaction.
"Cheater," Steph mumbled. "Reading my mind."
"Read mine," B offered. You know the Wizard of Oz? he thought to her.
Yeah, Steph thought back, confused. She saw the tornado in his brain, sweeping through Kansas, and Dorothy trying to run from it, but it was B, instead.
Fearing chaos. Afraid of what he couldn't control. Terrified that the life he'd worked so hard to regulate could be wiped out and destroyed in the blink of an eye by an unforeseen force of nature.
So he overplanned. Overprepared. Had contingency upon contingency plan at the ready, at every instant. All to prevent another tragedy from happening. Images of his parents, gunned down and bleeding, flashed through his mind, and Steph whimpered, filling B with love.
That's all I thought tornados did, B thought to her. Cause pain and destruction. But this time, the tornado swept me off to Oz, and I found you.
"And sweetheart?" B said out loud. Steph met his warm and tender eyes. "Fuck the ruby slippers," he said. "I'm not ever going back to Kansas."
"There's wicked witches in Oz, you know," Steph said, palming his cheek.
"There's no wicked witch of the East, West, or Gotham, that can stand against me and you," B said, pressing their foreheads together.
Steph blinked as tears filled her eyes.
"Well, shit," she said. "Now I love you even more."
"Told you," B said contentedly, tugging her in close. "Wait til the end of the week," he smirked. "When Batman sets out to do something, he gets it done."
"You and Dorothy, both," Steph mumbled into his neck.
"And Steph Brown, too," B added.
"Steph Wayne," she corrected. B's eyes smoldered.
It was a good week.
The End
A/N - Thanks for reading! Comments are much appreciated. I'd like to thank Miette for inspiring some of Steph's omega-in-heat speech. (Alpha doesn't love omega? Alpha hates omega? Jail! Jail for Alpha!)
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