Alpha, Beta , But Never an Omega Chapter 9, a dc superheroes fanfic

Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega

Chapter 9: Hometown Zero to Mystery Hero?

This part involves violence, seduction of a said minor and bullying.

A week now and Bruce was biting his lips during home conference calls. His meetings with Jim turned up drier and drier by the day; Babs was staring to worry about Dick's wellbeing, that had Jim cut her from the case until he was eliminated to reveal more.

Reality was cruel. They'd found nothing.

Nothing, but the damned contract and to his displeasure, it was a real document. That, and the man had the names changed. Wilson was no more. The paper had to be delivered or this case could run round until someone…

Bruce ran a hand through his messy scalp and groaned over his desk. The tapping sound of a young bird had the man move his torn lips a little.

"Enter."

The bat knew who it was, Damian was restless and tired if his father's obsessed lifestyle choices. "First mother. Now, Grayson. What did you think Deathstroke was after. Father?"

"I believe…" Bruce held himself as his eyes shifted back to the paperwork. "I'll join you for a late movie in the cinema room, later."

"You're going to get sick."

"Damian." Bruce stared at the boy with his eyes, head still bowed over the desk. Hand holding his sullen cheek upright, the man tried again. "Go and find your sisters. I'll be there soon."

Damian turned his cheek away and left, the door knob to his small fingers as he half whispered his next words like a curse to a haunted soul already.

"That omega will be the death of you. He left his responsibility to stay here. He…you can't just decide that –

"Damian-

"I'm going." The boy snapped as he shut the door boldly in front of his parent. Bruce only rose from his desk a minute later to see through the doorway, his eyes peered, before returning to his work. He had to find a loophole, as Alfred had said.

There had to be some way to make it null. To make Slade a criminal again.

Down to the balustrade of the upper floor, Damian saw Cass and Stephanie simply as glum as ever. Well, Cass always looked glum. Stephanie looked to not have much to talk about besides a distraction. His fists curled at how calm she was. She had…it was because she was too wild and needy for father. She was….

Dami stormed up to the blonde and called her out.

"Hey!"

She looked on, as if he were taking but not being clear to her. "Me?"

"Yes, peasant. Or should I just come out and say what you are. How you alone are responsible for father's behavior more than because of Grayson fleeing this house."

Downstairs, Jason was munching on one if Alfred's award-winning cookies. He overhead a scuffle and looked up.

"The fact your dirty, selfish scent is all over his cloths is proof enough that Grayson leaving was the best for you, wasn't it? You pining, irritable OMEGA!"

Jason's imaginary hackles rose as he heard a scream.

"Get off! Dami! Quit it!"

Cass was nonverbal as she went to locate help and pleaded to Jason as he ran up the steps. She signed to him that Damian had hit Stephenie and now they were both fighting in the hall upstairs.

"I wish you stupid puppies had never existed! You made more trouble with that stunt…why! Can't! You! Do! Anything! RIGHT?" Damian had his young, reddened eyes prickling back water drops as Stephenie was assaulted into the rug. His fists batted her to stay down, to be his punching bag. Grayson…Grayson was one two, half of….

"Al!!" Jason called down to the kitchen as je ran right away to stop the fight. Behind the young master in that same hall, wasn't Alfred just in time.

But, Master Bruce.

Damian was pulled, rocking on his knees to gut knead the damned girl with his restless annoyance.

"And, stay down-

Bruce wrenched the kid to his office, the boy growling and pulling yet not getting his way. He wasn't that young, just younger than the test of the bats. Tim and Cass with Stephenie were in middle school already. He wasn't done with grade school, so…this was an awkward way to be bullied. She could defend herself, yet Stephenie had come to them at a traumatic time in her life. Her father was once a wanted man, a foe of the Bat. She'd tried to be a true Robin and had failed at that. Turning to vengeance until Bruce had her stay away and return to a private world while she recovered her shattered self together. Right now, she was not Spoiler, nor a Robin, but simply Stephenie Brown Wayne.

Damian had been handed to Bruce by his mother who had trained him under the Demon's Head law since his first breath. She did no want him to have this sort of, life or history, so the man she trusted was Bruce. Her, beloved. Being Robin, he was as benched as Jason had ever been. A kid with a sharp pointed blade that was only his. No one else's.

As Bruce locked the door, the windows sealed tightly, he ordered the kid to sit down and not make a peep while he too has his desk. This was as predictable as a teacher sending Dami to the office at school for teaching the system of Capitalism to wealthy children under the age of eight. He was bright for his age, yet a time and a place to be an anarchist….as Todd had found out before his return to the manor. That was…the same time Damian had come home, here.

"What am I in fir, father? Putting runs in their place is after all an alpha-

"You're not a responsible Alpha if your only way of being a leader is to not protect your pack. This pack is yours as well. You'll be apologizing to your sister."

"But! -

"No." Bruce put down a hand. "Why Dick ran away was more than what happened before you started something in the kitchen. This…is a very old issue that was never resolved and you're not permitted to act with prejudice towards anyone in this family due to their orientation. Do you hear me, Damian." Bruce spoke a bit louder. "The fact you did that is as easily bigoted as it is wrong. You'll apologize."

"Then, why did he run…you know the real reason, where he may be hiding." Damian murmured. "Am I correct, then?"

The child wanted to know that he was acknowledged even just a little fir some attribute, yet he was a pup. A boy who had not yet presented and would not know the meaning of that rite fir a very long time, yet. Bruce was surely hoping to dub the conversation as finished, yet this thing…. this insecure feeling of losing more of his children and adoptees to…to…

"Damian, Dick was always born as a Beta…it was my fault. He ran because I didn't tell…" Another lip bitter and bloody, he seeped in, before stopping himself. "Go, we'll have our chance tomorrow if you've behaved after school. I need a bit of time. Please."

Damian looked on before getting up. "I'll apologize to Brown, but not for you or for her. For my brother. Richard, was more than you painted him into being, father."

"Sometimes, it's better not to break ceilings, Damian." Bruce slid around his chair as the boy huffed through his small nose. "Maybe not to you." He muttered back, before taking his leave. This time however, he did not slam the door to Bruce's study as he left the man of the house in absolute solitude as he'd wanted.

Bruce picked up his cell and reached out. The first time, the second now, it had to be another who might have a better hold than he was. "Jim, I think…it's time to put the case back on. I'm not giving him up without a fight."

Jim paused on the line, drinking his murky coffee from a chipped mug with the file on Grayson right at eye level. ~ Right….and, how do you propose we go about getting this ta happen? My boss could call it off due to a lack of –

"I want to check one other destination. It's a place that no vigilante has ever been to or stayed long in, just a sister city to Gotham." Bruce rubbed his chin and pensive his thoughts became; he knew. Deep down, he KNEW Duck had to be looking around fir a roost to stomp on. Maybe Slade was using that against him somehow, one upping the bat by…

Bruce hid back a growl as he bit down again against that same weakness. "We'll do it. I have the papers. We'll stop the closure of Dick's arrangement to that…."

~ Bruce, easy. ~ Jim shook his head and put down his mug with a stripped mask of fatigue on. ~ The kid will live. He's not gonna, Deathstroke wants him alive. Dick is a straight arrow. You think a little thug like that can make him think otherwise? You're the freaking –

" Slade isn't just all muscle and wits, James." Bruce rose and went to get window to see that daylight was all but lost to the bleakness of nightfall. In his tower, the inner voice wept on for the masked man to do his worst. To punish the wicked. Yet, what if the truly evil didn't hide, nor did they fight as mad men, or men made and born to madness?

What if it were something more sinister at work. This was what Bruce dreaded more than the physical pain Slade might be inflicting, but his silver tongue. To a beta or omega, an alphas purr was…. nectar. Life about to take to bloom. Would Dick use the man, or be used?

If only he could see through that crystal ball. Bruce went for the glass and clutched it. The cold pane soothed him and Jim was still on the line. ~ Get some rest. Tomorrow, we can go on a trip if you've still got time off. Any points there, Bruce? ~

"None." Bruce sighed through the fogged glass, his heart as melted through as the mirror that had seized his twisted reflection. Or of an Alpha begging to have his son back. His son, who was also now presenting as a late bloomer to some God forsaken criminal and assassin….

~ Rest up, we'll count on this thing, tomorrow. Night, Wayne. Don't let the pups get to you. Babs was the same when her brother was admitted. He's an omega too..~

A spike if anxiety crept up as Jim cleared his throat. ~ A – anyway. Nine, sharp. We can avoid traffic if we go by six and make it there at eight. Up to you. ~

"The sooner the better." Bruce agreed, pushing the idea of Dick being like Jim's son from his head.

~ Omega are at fault, emotionally unstable in their youth. The comfort of other pact respectfully keeps this delicate side of the omega in question from doing something that could hurt themselves and others when at their best behavior, they are loving, compassionate and even highly intelligent with many topics of science and medicine, the arts being one subject omega are preferable to. They can be highly athletic and are best fir aerobic exercises to maintain them with light weights in between. They gave strong appetites that can shift during and after a heat has passed. For omega that have not yet presented at their acquired age, this is not uncommon. They may even act out for attention as pups. The best way is firm and gentle, for the mind if omega due to their physiology remains a mystery to many scientists and doctors today. Beta are in fact the most difficult to understand, as their effective relationship with Omegas can be symbiotic if not effective in birthing their young to be healthy and to withstand illness over time. Genetics of this variety are still inconclusive and more omega are being protected by the law in cities that are still highly prejudicial towards the omega of their generation. With much promise, the only professions excluded to the grade of person would be:

• MMA fighter/gym trainer

• Police officer/ SWAT specialist

• CEO or financial executive

•President or congress person

• Manager or landlord

• Real estate tycoon/ sales person

• Professional sports player/athlete

• Surgeon or head hospital doctor

• College professor or school principal

The list faded in his mind as the bat slunk off to his room. A power nap, then a few moments to think abd rise for the cave. He had messaged Jim for five a.m. To beat traffic, he huffed while up in bed. Slumping in as if he didn't care about composing himself, the man of the house blew a puff of air out of pouting lips before wetting them and rolling into his downy soft sheets.

"Yeah, rest is all I can think about…. must be the case." Bruce shut off the light with a clap of his hands lazily, the night. Forever.

Dick had wanted a breath of fresh air, yet this wasn't the town. Jump city where the Titan had coaxed him to before, had been disregarded due to his college prep, his future that might happen against his willing beck and call.

Bruce, he'd now realized, had been wrong about more things than one. Wally, Dick's bestow from that city, had told him that he was being groomed due to an outdated source in Gotham's history and that he should fight for his custody under a new guardian or the state – Gotham was old fashioned in where Jump had none of the same baseless existing conclusions on Omega, Beta or Alpha wellbeing. In fact, it was so backwards, that Bruce was unfortunately by the city he served, forced to abide.

Dick claimed it was conspiracy once, so had Jason, yet Bruce…he loved that city more than his kin. Keeping up appearances as Slade had whispered upon waking, was not something he'd have to do as much in the beginning of their new partnership together.

"Let's rap, Dick." Slade sat backwards on a folding chair as he'd pulled out a thought or two while his omega had been unruffled from the bed to accept their fate. The horrible truth was, Dick wasn't a true Omega at all, but a beta who'd be disguised as one to win the hearts and votes of this city, as it's next hero in the night. Right now, they were going over names, a false back story; anything to spread a little gossip. "The height of the black abd Hispanic communities of this city are not well off due to economic downturn from government assistance."

Slade went over the facts. In other words, Blud was piss broke as a Berg. Ghettos, many addressed by the most corrupt coppers, while some….some expected no change into the next millennium.

"They need hope."

"We need jobs."

"I do." Slade cut the boy down a second, which did bite. "I can –

"WAIT!" Dick protested. "I'm not a stay-at-home type. That's entirely –

"Think of it as you being the pup." Smiled the mam, seeing no fault in his words. "I'm just letting you catch up on schoolwork- the IEP address is hidden; this place is a fortress of security from the bat. While I do my little odd jobs to get us even more settled, financially…" Slade stood up to pull out his cell, Dick wondered what dirt he had next to throw over the kid's eyes.

"You can come up with a new face. A mask, anything. I'll even bring the sketchbook you want. You learned from your brother, didn't you? To draw basic shapes?"

Dick puffed up his face and flopped into the mattress, now not a dust bowl for him to choke on. Slade had a washer dryer so he didn't get the excuse to go out. Damn. Not that the idea stuck at all.

"I'm the idea guy, you're the muscle." He snickered. "Got that right."

Slade didn't comment but was uneasy to go along. Yet, the semi omega was more cooperative and vibrant than earlier. He could live with that over a sulking, hyperventilating former boy wonder. "I am, yet your grave will show through soon enough in that suit; stay here." Slade paused to go into his dresser. He brought out a spiral notebook and a pen or two. Some looked to be off colors. A dark navy blue, a black sharpie. "For now, until I have more supplies and know the area has changed overnight…you will draw up a logo, a symbol. As well as the name you want these hero- less citizens to call you once you're all dolled –

Dick raised a brow, tapping his fingers to the booklet as Slade didn't under….

"You want me to buy groceries, is that it?"

"Please and thanks. And no more indescribable white bread from the supermarket. If you ….could bake your own, maybe I'd just then call you…papa?"

Slade locked eyes as the kid laughed again. "Getting cooped up, sorry. Stress and hunger talking. Wait. Wait …you thought?"

He blushed ear to ear. "Ew…no, no way…Slade!"

Slade burst out laughing now, as if a changed man while he went to ruffle the kid's hair, only to be batted off while undoing the cuffs to his slim legs. "You can pick up a butter knife just fine, boy. The food will be here soon. Promise. As for the bread, I'll show you how to be a real home town hero. One thing…" The man lowered down as Dick coughed like a kitten. "What? Is…is there something on my face?"

"Not yet there isn't." Slade moved as a rolling tide to the bag with all of Dick's newest belongings. "I'll make your little treat, if you wear this to dissuade any, spying eyes."

He had pulled out the dress, complete with a dame apron and stocking –

"No. Fucking. Way." Dick growled back, his good mood withering into the sheets with him. "I'm not moving, and you can't tell me otherwise. If I'm not a part of your plan –

"TO BE." Slade dimmed his eye over the boy's dour look. "An omega, even for pretend, or any role you wish to play for this to work, you have to. No exceptions." Slade shoved the dress on to the bed as he got up, took his coat with his belongings for a run out to market, and to gather his bit of information on any new changes on the street. Word was, a new police captain was causing a stir with her anti criminal act proposals. He didn't think she'd mind if he took a stroll while it was getting dark out.

"Wear it. If it isn't tight around the middle on you by the time I'm back, no bread, and you'll receive a punishment. Per our agreement."

"You're the worst. I should have stayed with Bruce…he…you are not making any sense! Hey! Don't walk away! I'm still talking –

"Omega don't need to be heard. Only to look pretty for their alphas, pet." Slade slammed the door as dick ran, cuffs only to his wrists as he tried to bang at the frame with them weighing down the loss of mass he'd gained in a whole week. To his knees, the steps stilled. "Slade….?"

The man's boot kicked the door, as Dick fell back. "Stop…you…you said this was for me, not…. you have to make sense….I'm…" The kid stood up and yelled it.

"I'M NOT YOUR OMEGA!!"

The door didn't make a peep as did the kid, his breathing still as he listened.

He was all alone.

Dick paced the floor, knowing the dress was still unworn. Too tight. Who could ….

Did….Dick peered at it from his side of the bed. "You took them, my fucking measur –

He saw the choker and remembered how it felt to not know what it was there for before Slade had literally torn him from his family. On his…his, behalf. Right? This was all Dick's fault. "Bruce has to still be looking. He can't, won't give me up. I…" Dick pushed himself up onto the mattress and toyed with the ribbons on the pretty blue and white apron. The dress was a mini skirted piece if costume, yet it looked expensive. The trim was white with a touch of lace at the neck, but totally backless. The stocking were all white until he saw that they…

Shit. It came with garters. He cursed the pieces, the bow - cutesy devices to keep his socks up too. Yes, thigh high and cream colored as the apron's hand stitched in a factory somewhere - designs of two birds on a branch. Love birds, he swallowed. Mates for life. Dick touched his throat, moving his hand to the glands Slade had wrecked on a different set of sheets. He. Was.

Dick growled and tossed the costume on in seconds. It even came with delicate flats so he'd keep the socks clean. Ballerina tight. He moved like a person strapped to a cross, his grudge being how difficult it was not to bend over. Thankfully, the bloomers were cut so that his ass only wore puffy shorts. God damn it was not right!

He tucked his apron to tie behind, then…then, he saw the other color it came with.

More.

Effing

Bows.

In white with a cat paw pendant in blue and gold on the center. Should he ever be buried from the asphyxiation of a piece of laundry, let it be known. He went on trying to escape the fact that he'd done this. Dick puffed a breath and locked the thing, complete with bells at the back of his neck…he turned redder as they tickled the gland purely by accident. With a whimper, it sat flat again. He just…

A mirror was important, but impossible, so Dick avoided –

Wait….was that ?...

A head piece with lace, frills and more fucking bells.

He slapped his forehead and groaned. "I'm going to die from asphyxiation AND dehydration? Come on!" Stomping over to pick it up, he swung back over to the mirror, before…pausing.

Cute.

He touched his collar, only the head showed in that tiny mirror in the hall, but…he was…

Shaking his head frantically, looking a mess by now, he remembered that Beta had logical sense. He was technically by his birth certificate just that. To the common idiot, he was still himself. He nodded back at the image, giving it the finger as if it would bawl out to him in protest. "I'm doing this to stay alive. So, there."

A soldier did not show that he could bleed. No matter what form if torture this was, it was just a dress and cute props. Just a way to keep him out of his element. "Bruce, will find me. I know he will." Dick muttered as he headed off to raid the fridge fir the last of Slade's ice and anything he could snag.

To his shock, he stepped back and saw things in there that would make a grown man shit his own pants in delight.

Dick slammed the fridge. "He went out…he lied to me! That…-

Turning, by the corner of his eye he saw a box. Next to the cardboard image on it. Of a loaf of bread. When…did…?

Dick scratched his skull, thinking he'd been dreaming. Yes. And Slade was Santa at his bedroom window with the tooth fairy. Taking turns, checking up on him. He stomped to the box and looked over the instructions. "A fat, ok. Milk we have. This is a sourdough. Oh. He thinks I'm new to baking. Huh?"

Dick snorted angrily to himself and tore through the cabinets as his ass hung out while he drove himself mad trying to hunt for a mixing bowl. He found it, though dusty, and a few other tools that he recalled, scones were made in a similar way. The bread had to bake and Slade had electric. This…he moped his face and without sleeves to roll, got to work on setting out the counter surface for his base of operations.

Was going to be messy, he could already tell.

I went the loli trap route because Slade wants to mark Dick as his. It might even be his scent mixed in, who knows? Dick is still new to the process but not hungry for it yet. Slade actually did shop when he was kinked out and Slade made sure not to show the kid that he was there with a well stocked fridge and freezer. He also set out the bread mix but…was it there the entire time??

Hah! I love messing with the silly add ins. Any takers, post away or comment! Also, Dami is definitely taking his anger out on the others because he didn't want Dick to go. As you saw, he was kind of the tsundere of our little pack. Dick is a bit shorter abd smaller than in the comics in this. More cartoon - anime impression on him to wear an apron and a dress under that. The bloomers is because Slade isn't after sex right now. He told Dick that the bite was to keep Wayne off his tail, pun.

So? Will this lifestyle make Dick question himself or will it be battle armor against what he's trying to fight? Find out! Also, he forgot one thing…

This, is a trap. Not that kind! Slade had homework for him, but Dick chose to make bread. There…could be some consequences. Right?