On Archive of Our Own, I've read so many alpha/beta/omega-themed fics in the Batman universe, especially those with Jason Todd and others. It's so enticing it isn't funny, and I've noticed some here on FF. I finally got it in me to bring to life one of my own. :3 After a lot of research, I hope it came through nicely. Aspects in these dynamics vary, so forgive me if something doesn't fit in place, depending on each of ya'll's knowledge.
Everything Batman-related is property of DC, but my OC belongs to me.
In tradition, going all the way back to the old days, alphas and omegas were better off together for the most part, but thank God rights were granted to the caste which was considered the lowest of the lot. Thank you, Bruce.
Even if she still resented him sometimes for the past, if things kept going the way they were now, the grudge might vanish.
Kristine Todd - née Crane - was just putting the finishing touches on the sumptuous dinner she decided to splurge on for tonight. Her and Jason's second wedding anniversary. The happiest day of their lives, ever since he was legally declared alive to the world and was allowed back into his estranged pack. Shit loads of drama, some things still mending, and of course, as the Red Hood, he abandoned the live ammo in exchange for rubber bullets which hurt like a freaking bitch. At least he could still do what he did best, and she couldn't be more proud of him for what he'd done that the Batman admitted he couldn't.
She had no choice but to thank Bruce Wayne for being the one to campaign for omega rights, succeeding just two years ago, and that meant his long-lost son could marry the love of his life, the daughter of Gotham's leading psychologist and phobia researcher.
When they were twelve years old, when she first met the orphaned boy from Crime Alley, Jason didn't give off the aura of being an omega - at first, during their young years up to his death. However he did it, he'd passed off as an alpha to survive, as everyone knew what it meant for poor omegas in those streets, and when she was old enough to understand those things, she was thankful for being a beta, but still shuddered and cried to even think about those unlucky. If Jason had suffered that way...
When Batman picked him off the streets and it turned out he and Bruce Wayne were one and the same, the orphan of a junkie mother and a petty crook had a new home and a nest to feel safe in.
Sometimes, he and Kristine both wished shit never hit the fan the way it did, but what was done had been done. They were moving on with their lives, with so many more turbulences on the way in the years to come.
Kristine took in the final result of the small but elegant table in the apartment she and her husband shared. They'd wedded at Wayne Manor, his home, in the summertime, so this here was set up that way: in the center of the round, beach-hued marble surface was a magical combination of paradise, the flowers pink tulips, green and yellow orchids, bright orange oriental lilies, red roses, bells of Ireland, ferns, and ti and lemon leaves. Two of the four scrolled metal chairs with tanned cushions were moved out of the way so that it would be just what it was meant to be - a romantic dinner for two.
She even got herself all dressed up even though he wouldn't have minded if she came in just a t-shirt and jeans. Her new dress was a pale, blushing blouse that ended at the knees, tied in the front with a belt. Her hair was up in a ponytail and set with a clip of realistic-looking fake flowers, all white - cabbage rose, poppy, feathers, and baby's breath. The earrings were heavier than her usual preference, but not enough to make her uncomfortable; they were metal baskets filled with flowers of mother-of-pearl and crystal cores.
It was then that she heard the door to their home open. "Honey!" Kristine called out, but then she heard the heavy stomps of his boots, making her frown. "Jason?"
"I'm sorry," he said with a moan. "I'll be in our room, babe."
Shit.
There was only one reason he could mention their bedroom, and she had been so preoccupied with planning their anniversary that she'd completely and foolishly forgotten. His next heat was scheduled to come, and it had to be in the second year of their lives, but she refused to blame him for something beyond his control.
Kristine didn't even get to catch his body language, granted her beta senses weren't heightened like the other two. She decided to give him a little while to get situated before going up to check on him. This was still their anniversary, and she intended to continue it without interference.
Don't think Jay will have my homemade Hurricane. Both from his bad memories and because it isn't healthy for an omega in heat.
She had gone through all the effort to make herself look the way she did now, but it seemed she had no choice but to strip it all down if her mate was willing to accept her tonight. She gave it some more time before she stepped before their half-closed bedroom door - he trusted her that much to leave it open like that - and could hear the moaning and keening with wanton need. She wondered if Jason would bother with his toys tonight.
The sound of his call was enough right after she knocked on the door to let him know she was outside. In a heartbeat, Kristine rushed to her vanity, avoiding looking into the mirror just so she could save the sight of Jason until the last second, going into unbuttoning her dress and untying its sash, then taking her hair out of its tie and the flower clip. The curls fell down her back, swishing as she started to shimmy out of her ruffled, flimsy bodysuit when he hoarsely rasped to her, throat getting dry already.
"Before you do that, could you get me what you worked hard on?" A shudder ran down Kristine's spine at the other meaning of the word.
He had just started his cycle; he was going to need something light but enriched with protein for the next few days, yet he still wanted what she promised them tonight. She was happy to oblige and was proud that her hard work wouldn't go to waste because of fate.
Walking up and down in her undergarments, the scrumptious, rich aroma of her masterpiece in hand on a plate with the meat removed from the shells and placed on a plate in one hand and both glasses in the crook of her other arm without spilling a drop, her breasts bounced and had all but popped out entirely by the time she returned to the bedroom. Jason's aroma of jasmine and sugar plum had gotten stronger, and so did the looks of him when she set their dinner on the bedside table to his left, one of two which was soft brown and the outer rim accented with mirrors for aesthetic reasons. This she'd gotten from a yard sale and had remained in excellent condition. "Mmm, looks delicious," Jason purred, turning his entire body around to look it over from the top of his nest. It was comprised of different items: a couple of shirts from Bruce, a sweatshirt from Dick, one of Tim's watches, and a Middle Eastern scarf from Damian, finished with one of Kristine's t-shirts she'd sleep in. His naked beauty comprised of his plushy pectorals squished together by both forearms as he twisted his upper body in her direction, his gorgeous ass exposed from the right side; the inside of his thighs glistened with the slick gracing his flesh. She wasn't aroused right away, but now it began to build from the points in her breasts and the bud between her legs. Omegas were at the highest level risk of rape and assault, notably by alphas. Thankfully, she was safe for Jason.
Also, thankfully, things were better for omegas than they were decades ago when Gotham and the rest of the world had been overcome by a pandemic that had jacked up human biology to the point it was like the animal kingdom. It was the norm at this point, and not much progression with the need to change anything back to normal; if it ever was possible, it meant immense danger to the human population at large.
Needless to say, things were better for omegas than back then, though there would always be some knotheads who thought themselves better. Bruce Wayne had been among the alphas to champion all rights; sometimes she thought that was a way to get into Jason's good graces, which any common sense person like herself and her dad would see through.
For her and Jason in the present, they had a healthy, stable relationship and one hell of a sex life. Which brought her right to her present actions in taking out one of the toys they had for each other. Kristine kept it in the top drawer right here, and when she held it before Jason's eyes, his already flushed face began to turn a darker rose; it was now traveling down his shoulders and chest. He shifted so that he lay on arching his torso and raising his knees, parting his powerful legs in the process. He was getting deep into his heat that it was overcoming his appetite.
Suddenly, Kristine wasn't hungry for the food and drink, either.
She stood at the foot of the bed to look at her mate in his entirety. He folded his hands behind his head like a pillow, extending his legs out towards her and relaxing them. The nectar spreading everywhere illuminated his cute little member which protruded from the wet mop of pubic hair, which flattened down to hide the puckering folds of his secondary sex just below. He continued to get wetter and wilder, soaking the comforter beneath his body. Kristine, toy in hand, touched the bed with her knees in two quick strides like a fairy dancing.
"Someone's already being a bad boy and ruining the bed," she teased, waving the toy in her hand. It was a silky smooth double stimulator, with one end for her, the other for him, and the battery button she found in her direction to make it easier when they'd take turns. She set the pulsation at the lowest setting, intentionally beginning there and making her omega moan and whimper, jerking his head from one side to the other. He clenched his teeth together when the setting rose until he could bear it no longer by the time it got to the maximal plane.
Kristine lost patience and joined him, settling herself over the "head" reserved for her. Someone's a genius for this creation.
The waves of beatific bliss washed over them like the slick leaving the man's body and drenching their bed, which the beta would have to change later for his comfort, later theirs when she'd join him for sleep. But for now, their hips wildly slapped against each other as she jackhammered over the madly roaring thing connecting them and, in such a short amount of time due to hitting all the right places, howling to the ceiling and walls, but thanks to the soundproof system, no neighbors would be disturbed.
The sizzling folds between her legs clenched around the vibrator as her orgasm came in the tens; Jason's did just the same as his little manhood let loose the sterile nectar that would never give them a child. Because she was a beta and he an omega, and the males had no true scrotal sacs, it was impossible. It broke their hearts at first, but at the same time with the kind of world they lived in, it might be for the best. Any of their friends could have kids and make them the cool aunt and uncle.
Pulling off the toy and turning it off before removing it from between her mate's legs, watching as his sex winked at her and fluttered from being emptied. Jason heaved, exhaling and red-faced, the color darkening his shoulders and chest now. He watched her as she got out of the bed to wipe the toy down with the rag that would soon go into the laundry basket next time, putting both items back in the drawer they belonged in. And when she looked up again, that was when she remembered the food she slaved away tonight just for them.
"Don't worry about reheating, babe," Jason slurred, sounding like he was drunk and on the verge of passing out. "Suddenly, I got the munchies, and THEN I'll be sleeping like a baby tonight. Both of you made me feel so much better."
"Oh, you irresistible bastard." Kristine laughed and picked up the plate of lobster, deciding the bed would be changed tomorrow, since they had all night to be "busy".
Never had the Hurricane before, but it's among the best to have especially with lobster in the summertime. :P Also, I have no idea how accurate it is or not as to whether an in-heat omega should consume booze during their cycle. Hadn't read anything, but doesn't mean anything.
The vibrator the couple uses is from the Pyramid Collection; the item is the Frenzy Suction Dual Stimulator.
The oneshots that inspired me for this, and hopefully set the stage for the future of my take on the universe, are AO3's "everyone has a secret" by dexdefyingstunts and "Unsolicited Help" by DaeneryBleda. The first one is where Dick and Jason are both omegas, and during an undercover, the latter goes into heat and leads to Dick finding out the truth; they spend it together. ;D And the second fic stood out from everything else I read in that a nutjob released a virus that gave everyone secondary genders in ABO dynamics. Jason got the top of the food chain (alpha) while poor Brucie got stuck at the bottom (omega).
I might expand my take on the ABO universe in the future, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this. :D