Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega

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Dick talks Slade out of some ideas, and it works for now?

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Chapter 6: What To Do, With US

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Dick shuffled in the room a bit earlier to take his morning shower before Slade got up. The man had him reclining nicely on the sofa so he set his go time for four instead of tour average five, six or seven. The mercenary obviously was taking a slow week off as he didn't get up at the same time every day. Even compared to his knock on the door after Richard had finished showering up, he was civil about letting the young man have his freedoms as long as he didn't try anything stupid.

The collar still sat in its box, untouched as Slade knew it would. The idea was to wake both men up, tell Richard he had to be have zero mistakes in his conquest against the bat. It had to look like a love story that was both awkward and, well, genius. It wasn't. Dick wanted what he wanted despite their base terms. Slade huffed and layer up in his bed, waited for the brat to crawl out and creep back to his sofa as if he'd be wearing a cape again.

Vigilante, never fear. Chuckling, Dick turned red then cleared his throat. "You're awfully lively for a near – dead man. What's with the stalker today?"

Slade only laughed a little more before calming down. "You're here the first three days and I'm a plague already. You do know with my abilities, I come STD free?"

Dock turned even redder as he pointed and wrapped the towel even tighter over his face, fumbling for the sofa arm. "Don't tell me, anything!"

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Breakfast was no longer bland. Slade had stored some good cheese and fruit in the drawer for when the kid was less likely to upchuck an aged variety. He made sure the toast was dryer though. Not like he didn't curdle the kid's gut with one eye still free from being poked out.

"Let's eat."

Definitely , this was…domestic as Slade took the first bite. Richard bit into a bagel and then made sure to add the fresh jam from Wintergreen- he'd sent a nice cloud error from overseas as well. A little sugar could cure any bad mood, and the kid burned quick enough for a day to indulge. "He was right." Smirked the man as he took his fork to point out, "You are quite a spoiled one, Grayson."

Dick put down his fork, face beating as he stood up, sliding in the chair to scratch the floor. "I'm done with my plate."

Dick turned to go, yet Slade reached far enough out to grab the kid's wrist back in. "You've barely touched a thing. Eat, you need your –

"So, you can treat me like your pet??" Shouted the boy, Slade letting go with a stare. "So you don't lose your strength."

Slade's words went right through the kid as he left the room to find the toilet. "Fine, maybe later. Not in the mood to fight right now."

"Dick –

The kid slammed the door and slumped onto the toilet seat to ring his fingers through his dark mane. "My exam is coming up…you…ugh! Go away!"

The door didn't come down with a splinter of falls, it simply needed a few screws unwound as Slade picked it freely open to view the distressed and near crying ex- boy wonder sitting with his knees to his chest on the toilet seat lid. "I told –

"Don't bother." Slade crossed his arms and didn't budge from the doorway. "Talk." The man commanded. "You had all morning and blew trying to get my attention. If you had asked for your things, that could be arranged."

"My laptop."

"We'light you a new one."

"My reports and college application –

"Is in the damned cloud. Didn't you save anything that way? I thought your middle brother was the smartest of you bats."

"He…. Tim, is. I ran away, remember? I didn't think I'd forget that…"

"Yet, you did." Snorted the adult. "What else is bothering you-

"You! Bruce, the law…my body…"

Slade blinked. "Your…"

Flashing a glare at the adult, Dick held his arms to hug his chest, as if exposed to the wrong individual right now. "After the…. bed, when you, you know…raped me??...My sleep has been disturbed. I can't get any, and it…. itches or something…?"

"Is it the sofa?"

"No!" Dick yelled at the older adult. "No. Ever since then, it's…not your bus –

Slade leaned over as his hand reached to grip the kid's face and read him a bit better. "It wasn't you…presenting, was it?"

"What? No!" Shaking the hand off, Dick hopped off and went to the door calmly. His stomach was still not full

"Um, is…is breakfast still open for discussion?"

Slade stood up fully and cracked his neck from the angle prior. "Did you have a request this time?"

"Eggs, something soft. Hard foods, make it feel too heavy for me right now." (Slow bowel post-surgical. Some days we do the mush foods. So true.) He didn't want to tell Slade about the feeling of a tug, a pull in his lower body. It felt wrong and he couldn't get it to stop unless he made himself stay up.

How he slept, that was all thanks to Bruce's almost expert training.

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Slade had an idea that Dick was lying to him about the food's choice of texture. He was just going to have to wait. First off was one thing he didn't need to agree to, yet could.

"Dick."

Richard was up with his plate to go wash it as he turned around. "Yeah?"

"I gave it a thought for a day, and it seems to me your dilemma might be permanent unless it is addressed quickly. There is one solution that won't involve you having to…"

Dick fled to the kitchen sink as he put the dishes in and began to wash with rough fingers. "Are you –

Slade sighed and waited, but the boy was insistent on ignoring his suggestion.

"I'm going over there and I expect an answer, Grayson."

"Not my problem." Dick scrubbed harder.

"Very well." Slade grabbed the sponge and didn't let it go Dick's other wrist hanging onto the plate as his fingers could drop it at any time.

At any time, he could have thrown a fit. Instead, he frowned and waited for Slade to bleed out his part. His commands, just like a pig-headed Alpha.

"Listen; what you are feeling is more Omegan hormonal and it involves a need for pleasure or self pleasure if you don't have the ability to self lubricate. It could involve a transformation of your body, or you could go back onto a strong dose of suppression drugs until it passes. It's the start." Slade puffed out lastly, letting Dick go as the plate was placed onto the side counter carefully.

"I don't want one. Like that."

"Then, will you numb it forever? Your heat will begin any day now."

Dick froze and let his mouth shut.

"I…that's not…we already –

"It's a rise, it dips in five days. One week. I can have the prescription today if it helps."

DI know nodded. "W- wh…what else…. could….h- happen to me? ..." He stiffened at the thought of having to…

Dick turned to the sink and let the bile wash into the metal basin, below.

"Another option, is to let me help –

"I DON'T WANT YOU BACK INSIDE ME!" Dick yelled before trying not to gag again.

"I'll have some soup ready." Slade gave the boy a pitying look before looking away. "You'll have to recover from this before we have that safe house in Blud to move to…just, five days left." Slade put up five fingers to indicate the countdown. "I'll get the drugs to you. If they actually work, you won't need my seed to satisfy your role as a late bloomer."

Dock let his eyes drop to the sink. The smell made him dizzy as he gripped it with a white knuckled retort, one that he couldn't even say out loud.

"Make up your mind if option one has poor timing. The man moved to grab his cell as he made a quick call. "I'll just be a moment, dear child."

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Bruce's resistance was met with disappointment in the firm if a diffused legal rights battle.

"It's not binding, but fortified terribly well for any mercenary…" Alfred hummed and smoothed his chin over the conditions in bold ink. "Mr. Wilson certainly then has his background in law, so it seems." Alfred shook his head as Bruce snatched up a part of the paperwork that the man had given him as a copy of the original. Why would he do that? Wasn't that a dead giveaway to what he was really after? Control? To humiliate Mr. Wayne's family, or…

Was he really falling over Dick's little rebellious phase…

"I'm not going to be able to bring them to listen to our terms if Slade takes him away." Bruce turned to the courtyard as Damian and Stephanie were playing ball, yet Damian's face didn't seem to absorbed in what he was being pushed to commit to. He threw the ball to Cass as she shrugged, seeing Steph cross her arms and call out to the younger boy. "Ref! We can't stop the game. What's up with you? Dick isn't coming back." She let her eyes wander as Bruce pulled back, hoping they had missed his glance by the window.

"Alfred. Hold that a second; I need to speak to my son."

"Very well, sir." Alfred combed through more documents as he let the bat take to controlling the situation just fine on his own.

So had he assumed it would lead to something positive.

Bruce right now, was far too gloomy for his tastes, as Alfred flipped to a new page and grabbed it in a gasp "My word!"

Bruce was already gone, yet he'd want to see this as Alfred jotted his find down and then found part two if this gold mind of further convincing pieces of legal evidence.

"Wilson might not hold a candle to any of our lawyers, yet I'm something to fear. Truly remarkable that it wasn't spotted sooner."

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Bruce caught Damian by the rock wall towards the pond, a few paces back of the garden that Bruce's mother had taken too long to bring into fruition. As if she had to paint so many images on her own to have the perfect view, a stroll was always so pleasant when she'd been alive. Bruce saw how unhappily Damian walked, kicking stones and scuffing his shoes in the dirt.

"Dami –

Dick would have helped in this situation much quicker. Yet his son was a young, unburdened Alpha who had only to grow into his role as household Alpha after any of his family or siblings. As the only boy born to Wayne, yet he still kept humble in a more dignified manner.

His mother was something of royalty, Talia Al Ghul. She had left Damian with Bruce ever since she'd left and so far, none had located her whereabouts.

The boy had been young, bold and obnoxiously spoiled when he'd first arrived at the manor. His mother had set no ground rules, his grandfather had run that preening to its max as now, now he was first off seeing that Damian was only a boy who didn't know his place right now.

"Father." The boy didn't look so upset for the man's visit. In fact, it looked…needed.

"Grayson, he isn't coming back. Is he."

Bruce saw too soon how bonded the boy was with his nanny goat of a pseudo-omega – one running around saying he wasn't. Only a Beta. Only…not Alfred's replacement.

"He will be, as long as we know how to save him. Damian, you know he didn't run away because of you or his family-

"That's a big fat fib." Dami looked at a stone by his foot, a pebble was there as Damian smoothed it with his fingers, seeing every endhe that was worn away. He looked to the pond, hand steady as Dick's hand did the same.

"He taught me to take my time, to not rush my thoughts. Richard, was not a nanny to us, Bruce. He's, my brother. He's not for sale to some character with a vendetta on this family."

Dami tossed the stone as it rippled the water, near perfect as a certain acrobat had shown the boy before. "I want him to know that. If you find where he's gone to, tell him. I don't want him to think I'm just begging for a playmate to come home." The boy picked up a second pebble as Bruce decided to join him. A shuffle upon the grit, the same lesson was as hos father and Alfred had taught young Bruce as a still undecided Alpha.

"I won't miss the chance to make Wilson repent behind bars, but mostly, mostly I need to apologize-

"You don't, though!" Damian exclaimed as he still held the stone, facing his father. "Richard knows better or should. You are his caretaker until he us of age. At twenty one, most alpha and beta cannot leave the nest. Omega were given a head start and…I won't see him take over your view with his. The law is to protect his kind –

"Damian, drop it."

"No, father." Damian put his foot down. "Richard isn't like Drake or even like Stephanie. He's a problem and you must reign him back into our pack for some serious discipline."

Bruce pulled away, hearing Talia in the boy' tone.

"He's not…" Bruce was stuck again, just like before as he swallowed his concerns of what Dami would think of him. That if he got this child angry, he'd run away to do what batman couldn't.

Just like Dick had when running after Zucco.

"Richard has a bright future. He's just not sure of how he'll have to reinvent his options. I was afraid at first of running my father's company. Ran away to the woods and Alfred had to send Ace after me."

"Ace?" Damian recalled Titus, but never…another?

"A different dog, an ancestor of Titus." Bruce clarified. "You can't be mad at him. He's under probably more pressure than I should have put…on him…"

"Tell him that then." Dami huffed as he threw the last stone. The ripples missed his hand as Damian clinched his tongue, disappointedly. "Tell him all if that is the truth, if he buys a second of it."

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So, Damian is pissed…we will see a flashback of them later. Dick is offered a sex organ change but decides against being that kind of omega. Slade takes the idea of Dick's first heat coming…rather well?

Alfred uncovers some important lingo that might shut Slade's requests down for good! Well, what about Bruce? How is he going to hunt down the other duo? Find out! Not a smut filled chapter. We need content, people!