Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega
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Chapter 11: Go Getters
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Same as the song. Oh! Food kink, anyone?
Nightwing not in this yet, but will introduce another character from the comic.
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He loved this time with them. Only, it was just him. That was before any word of what he wasn't. When Bruce had all eyes on his smiling face, stuffed bright and syrupy with pancakes. It was the days after Zucco had been put away. The time his reception as Robin was a bit rocky, but still he was a natural! Bruce didn't praise him with words, yet the pancakes he had were topped with syrup, a side of sausage and a bowl if berries as Dick proceeded to pluck up a blueberry and popped it between his lips.
He never saw how Alfred's eyes looked away, or how the kid went after a fresh strawberry as he was offered another. And another went on to his plate, up until the bat spoke. "That's enough sugar, Dick. Have some manners. You're covered in juice."
"Oh…I…wow, I am."
Looking down he was afraid to question why he was wearing a dress like the one someone might have preferred. He didn't think it was Bruce…and cream too was offered but…it went on him in a squirt. His nipples hardened as it felt colder. Was the cream fresh, he moaned. His llong tongue caught it while his body shivered all over, his clothing falling off of him, now at a different age. "Older…you, you want me, right?" He puffed and lips licked up a bit of cream. He was not himself. What-
He was not the kid Robin in this dream. He was not with Bruce, but a person was feeding him. They even had a collar placed round his neck, a black leash as he ended up on his knees, the dress dirty and his skin heated by what he was being offered this time. "Another strawberry? Does this one have cream on it?" He peered up with big blue eyes to seek out what that long cream dipped stick was, not a tube from a whipped cream canister. His fingers were still lacily gloved as he touched it. The scent was just like a piece of fruit from his breakfast, almost tapered up like a banana as Dick licked his lips, saliva dripping as it began to pool with other fluids he was liberally leaking out of his panties. "Alpha…you…you want me to…?" He slurped up his own spit as it bubbled to become useful in coating this strange banana.
"Go ahead. Be pleased for me. Pet."
"Meow!" Dick now had cat ears and a tail as he nuzzled into this stiff gift as his lips went put to kiss it. "I'll make you so happy! Feed me some cream now, alpha! Mm!"
The stick found his lips as it was dragged with his head like a saw. He didn't know how to stop as something broke by his stomach, lower. A strange water flooded out, and out of it, a form of a dead child.
"You killed it." The stranger's cock was pulled away as Dick coughed, he was being rejected?? This was only a dream! He wasn't a bad omega…
He wasn't-
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Slade saw the kid's cock go flat again as it dropped. Something had killed the mood as he pulled off. "Never said I'd let him sleep all day in my bed." Wiping his lower lip, Slade slid off of the bed, and in the time his back was to the kid, Dick woke with a flutter of his own bleary lashes.
"S…." Dick coughed and sat up, tugging his skull with a groan, before looking down to see the wet mess he'd made while in slumber land.
"Shit, shit! You didn't-
"You're in heat, little bird." Slade went to check on the loaf as it cooled in the kitchen. "Jam or butter?"
"Huh? You, wait…you're not mad?" Dick rubbed his eyes, the sticky cock in his way was a mocking thing as he shut his legs nervously to hide his gap from sight. "Why am I almost naked?"
"Your ruined your last pair, so I didn't think you'd need them as much for tonight." Slade fished for a bread knife in the drawer and then took to two China plates. "A snack, or would you rather have some fruit –
"No. Damn it, jam…" Sighed Dick, "Jam is fine, and butter. I don't care."
"Not very decisive. Can't be good for your image later on." Slade sawed through the first cut and checked the bread. All good. "How big."
"Big enough. Not too big."
"Better, somewhat." Slade frowned and got to setting those two slices on separate plates. He took out some butter and a jar of his good preserves from an old friend. "We only have strawberry-
"Fine." Dick saw the paper sheets he'd lost off the side of the bed and while doing so fir those, looked for his pants. Slade had also taken those. Shit. "I want to wear my clothes tonight." Dick told the merc. "Where did you put my things."
"YOURS." Slade huffed and set down the knife by the sink. "I paid for you, and your life. It's in writing."
"It was forged." Dick sniffed and looked to cover himself while he searched for the rest of the missing pages with his homework on it. "It doesn't count. I'm just a very messy roommate."
"Who sleeps in the bed of the person who's claimed him."
Dick bristled and held back his temper, even so. "I did what you wanted. Got hungry. You never told me you went out. We were stocked full. How long did you prepare this? You knew I'd be going here, wh…" He stopped. "Did you plan to take me here all along before Gotham??"
"Calm down." Slade turned with his two plates in either hand each. "Eat, rest. You are having your heat. A few more days left, then you can start to think without biting my head off."
"Maybe I need this, to get angry at you for once." Dick swiped up the plate as he was handed the jam slathered grain – the preserves being perfectly set atop a melt pat of butter.
"Try not to make crumbs this time."
"I know you couldn't keep off your promise." The boy bit into his treat as Slade froze. "I felt wet, and at least it wasn't you pissing on my head. You know? What is it being an Alpha? What's it like? Do you feel so tough that a "wild child Omega" can't just have her way? Are all Omega just like me…well! Come on, tell me why you did it!"
"I can sedate –
"Shut it." Dick snipped, taking a fresh new bite as he tore off a decent chunk. The jam fell to his chin like fresh blood. Slade started to thrust by that look in the boy's eyes. "Will you eat me up, big bad wolf? I'm right here, but you promised. You promised to keep your hands off. I'm not for sale."
"We are in Blud, kid." Slade chuckled, laughing a little louder as je ate the last of his slice with a smirk. "Gotham has that law to protect you, but Blud is a tyrant's playground. If you were mounted by a wild and musk driven Alpha on these streets, nothing would solve your case. They'd put you under so much, that you'd have that cock living inside you for months after. Every day of your miserable life."
"It's why I'm here, isn't it." Dick's hormones stopped raging as his eyes felt a tickle of tears drop down onto his leg. "You, want me to change the law. Make Omega have a safer way to get help. To start a revolution right here. In this city? Me?"
"I told you; you'll be bigger than the bat one day. Because of me."
"Because of you." Dick snorted, "And does that have anything to do with why I'm dressing up like a blow-up maid?"
"Dick, didn't you need to have some release at all?" Slade sat back to enjoy the expression the kid gave him. "You…. are…." Dick clawed over to pick up the papers of his hard work. In a dirty man's fantasy, he wasn't exactly asking to be seen. Heard, yes.
"I did what you asked. Or, demand." The kid threw in. "What next. You have a plan to make me an "omega" hero, but once they find out –
"Who says you'll say a thing until the game is afoot. You have time to ease into your skin. You're just. Having a slow start, is all. After the heat, you won't feel so unsure of yourself."
"So, a heat makes me less intelligent than you, is that it?" Dick rolled his eyes and dropped back under the covers. "Still in post heat. Sleeping."
"No." Slade turned his head and tugged the blanket up, seeing the kid was still looking a bit pestered by the festering length between his legs. "Let me help you settle in. And change the damned sheets. Again." The alpha offered.
"I'll sleep in my own scent. Thanks."
Slade was given shade as Duck tugged the sheets back, the man rejected once more as the kid rested out of his recurring white wet fantasy. "I'm taking the sofa, and the bread." Slade told the kid, his face hugging the pillow as Slade got up to wash two plates and to wipe that scowl off of his own face.
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Bruce drove on as the address they were handed still gave Jim the Willies. "Commissioner said to come here. A discovery bar? I was expecting-
Bruce pointed up to the floor above the bar. The bar being one that didn't look so easy on the eyes. An Omega Den.
Slade had better keep his paws clean from witnesses. Bruce walked in with a push and a shower of lights in disco facets pinned him down as a deserter missile.
In the bar, it wasn't just a bar. But a night club, as the bat and underdressed Gordon made their way through a rave scene from a separate decade into a new one.
It wasn't goth, rock 'n roll, yet scents were layered upside and down the catwalk.
"Hiya, boys!" Two women with large hair, slim legs and bikini tops shook themselves over Bruce's head as he kept waking. "Tall, dark and handsome…." The tallest of the two grinned. "Eat your heart out, boys… .…Whoo!"
Before Bruce could direct the woman to get herself off of him fir the massive piggy back ride, the other woman had a leash as a choking hazard item to Jim's throat. "Come with us." The shorter one demanded, none opposing since there had to be reason why the bat was being hounded by Beta.
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Up the steps, past moaning corridors and first one night stand inside the bathroom, the stinking den was a cover up. Bruce saw that half of these cronies were armed in some way. He kept being tugged as Jim just followed the bat's lead.
To a dark new door at the end of the hall, they let the men in first before leaving. The women were former killers off the street and they were above in this pack setting. The fight over mates here was not that, but to cover and collect.
"So, you seem to be in the wrong place."
The halo of blonde above the head of the one at his desk, and the only scented Alpha there. A dark-haired mate who stood up while the blonde man spoke teasingly –
"You came to my haven and have some questions. Word is good with the cops, we carry each other around. Like you coming to ask about a lost pet omega –
"Not a pet, and why are you in charge? Isn't that against the law in Blud-
Jim was shut down as the dark-haired male spoke up. "Apollo and I are a team. This is his club, but I keep the peace for us both."
"Shame on you. Gotham, right?" Apollo shook his head and stood, a hand to the dark-haired male's cheek, rather fond. "This is Midnighter, my partner. We are not exactly against putting ourselves above the law, yet the law herself has got to go. Some day."
"Some? You're running a real –
"You said word travels around the station to you. Are you the information broker that the commissioner said we should meet with."
"HE was such a sweetheart! You saw him before he flew off to Boca? My gosh." Grinned Apollo. "Nighty– Bee? Will you fill our guests in while I take care of a customer downstairs, please?"
Apollo was dressed in typical fashion of a diva. His eyes sparked controversy as MN didn't put on a face or even wag his tail. Jim buttoned his yap and Bruce had enough self-control for the both of him. Apollo's angled hoops on his ears jangle in step with his heels, while MN was all dark eye liner, ear cuffs, bdsm collars and a fohawk. "I'll be right here if you need me, babe."
Waving back, Apollo slipped into the hall as the door shut. MN sat at the seat this time, big and quiet as the bat. "You're Wayne. Aren't you."
"Lucky guess, cheap shot." Jim snorted. "How can –
"Easy, James." Bruce cut in, "A better question, why are you housing former assassins inside this nightclub."
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Damian was done with PE. All he had to do was walk off and they allowed it due to the mourning process. His brother was a liar, yet his father was even more so. They had a natural attraction all along, and the thought of Dick whoring himself to everyone in the manor made Dami rush to the toilet stall. "Not this time, I'm not…"
"Lil D?"
Do jumped, his pants not even all the way down. His head was throbbed earlier than any record. "Lil, D? Is that you?"
Tim. Why was he here?? He was in middle school.
Damn. Did Cass have the dirt?
"Dude, you sound like you choked on a squirrel when you're in here. I know it's you. Come on…"
Dami bit his lip, folding himself back into his school uniform pants and as he unlocked the stall door, his hands shook a little more.
"Dude? You're…. that's it." Tim pulled out his cell as he let it ring. Dami was feeling weird…he hated this. Not even ten and miserable. "Yeah, he's definitely…. Alf, you too…. okay. I'm off to the nurse. Thank you, Alfred."
Dami blushed and hid his hands. He'd not been in there to do any sort of….it wasn't-
"Dami, it's fine." Dami was dragged out coaxingly as the boy didn't stare at the other. Tim kept walking, being the one who knew what had happened. "You started pretty early. Don't worry, totally fine. I get that way too sometimes. Jason had a mean –
"I'm not like that, I'm not so unsightly." Dami shoes the boy's arm off. "I'll go myself."
"Why can't I help?" Tim begged to know, stepping behind Dami as he stopped in mid speech. Clenching his jaw, he stomped further away, leaving Tim to use his brain and figure out why…. why?
He had no idea, but he was horrified by the result.
If anyone else had come in…
Dami ran off to the next hall where a classroom was around the corner. He ran by it, by the nurse's until his eyes spied a guidance counselor with a cup of coffee in hand. They clashed, one falling back as the boy dropped onto his backside and groaned. "You ran in the halls. "The male guidance counselor had glasses on the brim of his nose and was not bald but getting there. Mr. Wong (borrowing from Gotham.) He had an eye for starting things off soft, but then, then he dragged you out to tell the whole truth. Dami was still dazed as he rubbed his eyes and was given an arm to take.
"Did something disturb you today, Damian, right? You're the youngest Wayne at this academy." He smiled back. Dami frowned and pulled the arm to get his grip, not denying he wanted a hand up. And away from this nosy wannabe doctor.
"You're an Alpha, but alpha don't roam the halls unless they've hit a bad place. Care to talk with me while I finish my reports for today?"
"Isn't that highly unprofessional of you, siir?" Dami asked. "I'm a minor and you, you're not even –
"It's alright. I'm still a school staff with plenty of background. And we should definitely cover some of what's eating you, right?" Wong opened the door with smile again, that smile…
Somehow it reminded Dami of the first time he'd met Richard. That smile made the kid turn too red as he bobbed his head. "Fine! Only a few minutes…." He muttered while shuffling his feet. "I must get back to my own classes…."
"Perfect! I'll let your teacher know that this was urgent. Come, sit and we'll talk…"
Dami had the man's hand to the small of his back, wonderi6where a cool feeling was coming from. Why his hair stood up as the last part, creeper him out, despite needing to talk about his home life some more.
"We'll have you better in no time…no time at all."
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So, Dr. Strange is going to "help" Dami when it might be a way to work on a new idea cooking after class…or…or, maybe he's not such a great person. Slade is very wrong but the timing was yes, dick got sucked off by the wrong alpha. I said it. And Dick had neko mimi features in his dream. Bruce meets Midnighter and Apollo who own a nightclub with a hidden agenda. THE FUN NEVER STOPS. FIND OUT!
