Alpha, Beta, But Never an Omega
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Chapter 12: Those Eyes Staring Back, are My Future Too
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Dick sat up the next morning after stealing the bed, no accidents, and looked over his logos and plans to take over Blud with good looks and his wasted charisma.
Her growled and frustrated, flopped onto his back with a whine at the plan. "I have to jump around the city in a cat suit? Red X was not good enough for that. Argh…"
He covered his face and let out a huffed exhale.
Slade was up, but in the shower at this time. He said once he was done, Dick needed to go in. The kid bit his lip and wondered what the plan for today actually was, though to question what this entire week had done, besides allowing him to sleep without getting nipped like before, then the surrealism of his time here didn't make any sense whatsoever- Slade had to stop staying quiet. If they were going to work together, no more moments of silence for the both of them.
Besides that, Dick had hit a roadblock on his name.
"Finding inspiring names for a vigilante is one thing, but what? Hawks, Ravens, Crows and even Owls are taken." He fought to think otherwise, that there was still a name. "I'm no houdini. I can't disappear from this entirely…" He sighed and sat up. Day four of the heat made him gabby, he found yet functional. Slade was only right about days one through three – three being the wind down period of his emotions, which was why Slade had tried to milk the kid in….
Dick shook his head, ignoring how his member was being so, so good right now. Don't ruin it, Dickie – bird…
He blinked. Bird…falcon, kite. Osprey…
Wing…
He got back to work on the suit's design as the clutter of racer stripes, nomex and lycra constantly battled his annoyance to no tender moment of thought.
Slade used metal alloys and something called IKON tech to his Deathstroke attire via the bat's files. After his apprenticeship, Dick had been forced to train and come back to talk it out. A rest seeming a slap in the face to his team, yet he obliged. Back then, Bruce had funded the tower and had been a part of their initial startup. Now, they didn't need the big heroes, only their own methods to make and break the status quo.
He'd come back, but not as a hero, yet a civilian. As the only non-powered teen on a team like that, neutrality meant a lot more than Dick gave it credit for.
Lime the time….
He stopped. The day of Blorthog might very then have possessed the eighteen-year-old as he cheered out, his voice going too high while Slade heard, the door unlocking as he sped out, not even in a towel despite the steam covering some of his parts.
"y – he – eh!! I got it! Nightwing-
He yelped, his distress ripping through by his glands as he shouted at Slade with the covers pulled over his head. Thankfully, the hard part was over so his member didn't even Bob to say hello. It remained flaccid and weak while Slade's, was something of halfway.
"AGH!! PUT ON SOME CLOTHES! SLADE!"
Slade huffed, storming back into the bathroom with a slammed of the door. Dick scented off of him some disappointment. Maybe he was expecting the kid to like what he saw, yet Dick wasn't bred to be so weak minded. He grinned and hopped over to the dresser to find a pair of actual pants, instead…
He found a fucking, black cat suit.
A few seconds later while Dick identified the outfit, Slade cane out this time in his towel, chest bared with his chest to Dick's back, hands to his shoulders as they looked up. The mirror above the dresser showed a well-rested soul, one beaming back as Dick swallowed, hoping he was wrong. "Here I thought you'd enjoy my teasing. Guess that will have to come another day. The suit will be changed, once you give me your book to skim through."
"Night…. Nightwing." Dick cleared his throat, ignoring the contact. "My future self. I want him to be me, I know it." He clutched the fabric tightly, imagining claws where hands should have been. Wanting to start over. "That you shouldn't change it. I saw my future, once. Starfire told me, that she met him there. When we were older. He worked alone, until she reunited us."
"Well." Slade pulled back with his hands folded over his chest. "It's not every day that you meet your future person. I admit, it wasn't my first to see alternate realities –
"I did, though! We stopped Warp, who'd traveled back from that time to the present to steal from the Jump City Museum!"
Slade hummed, his fingers clicking as he nodded to the kid, mask less. "I remember that article. You were completely unfazed by the events, yet it seemed you had to return home for a holiday of some kind.
"Blorthog." Dick smiled to his reflection. "There was a Tamaranean belief that fighting on that day at all, would drive the people you cared for apart. The Rekmas, she called it."
"A very bleak appeal for such a sunshine filled titan. Yet her past was not always a mystery to you. Was it?"
"We dated, but…"
"You're not her type."
Dick fell silent on that last sentence. "I'll show you the images. Nightwing, regardless, is who I choose."
Slade admitted, the level off conviction the kid brought out was admirable. "Fine. The logo was mainly based on the Bat's? Bird themed as a hawk, though –
"Falcon." Dick corrected. "They are some of the city's swiftest birds. Hawks don't like sky scrapers."
"Or being poisoned. Whatever. At least you're not a Rock Dove or a rat." Slade shrugged going to the same dresser to pull out a fitted shirt. The other drawer had pants. Jeans, and those couldn't dare suit the man at his age. What age was he? The serum made him appear premature white haired and close to the age he'd been changed in his thirties, yet he was not scarred or blown to bits enough times to tell it time had been unkind.
"The suit is for tonight. I'm going to have you change into something casual, but you'll hate me either way."
"Why?" Dick blinked at the man.
"Remember how I told you, that you'd be posing as a different "type" to get the public on your side…" The man went into a third drawer, and there in all its uninterrupted glory, were the costumes that had the kid jumping miserably to the bed again.
"You…you're not serious! I'm not dressing up in drag! An omega-
"To disguise, to get a whiff of this city from her perspective. You need a new name, but as a civilian as well. Pick. The clock is ticking."
"Ah…Am, Sam…. Di…Rachel ….no! I …. can't I be Jane….or…"
He began to panic on this. Not knowing that the hormones would blow him red as a cherry top, Slade expect a damn match.
"Want me to do it for you?"
"No, I…I got this…." Grey…. Grey!"
He snapped his fingers. "It's ambitious, ambiguous, bit doesn't stir an attack." Dick breathed. "Grey." He nodded. "That's who I'll pose as."
Slade did himself the honors of pulling out from the room to rummage in the bathroom below the sink. "Come here." He called to Dick as he hopped up, gingerly expecting to not be tackled in the process. "I thought about it. You're going to be a sore thumb out if Gotham with your appearance. Wigs won't work, so you'll be doing it a favor. And me." In his hands, was hair dye.
Dick saw the chocolate brunette appearance of a perfectly coifed male's mane and positively gagged. "You…. tell me you didn't want to be my personal stylist then too?"
"Guilty." Grinned the elder male. "I'm a pro at this. I even have green contacts to complete the picture."
Noticing that Slade really wasn't joking, the picture on the box held the same striking, green and hazel eyes. He was forging an image, by becoming a model, but shorter.
"None of this makes me feel any more secure. If you damage my locks –
"We'll use as little toner as we need." Slade reassured. "Seeing you howling in pain is no way to start my day."
Dick frowned at that line. "Don't know if I agree with you there." He snorted back, giving in. "Anyone I know in Gotham loves it when I get to sing. Front and center, for my ex-partner."
"I'm not that willing to say you shouldn't have try to belt out a couple of notes." Slade ushered the kid to sit onto the toilet seat as he got prepped to change everything his mother had given him. For a little bit too long.
"Relax. I dye my own hair during missions. I once went full black and thought it was overkill. But, never missed a strand of white."
"If I don't look like me, call me Rick." Dick snorted and shut his eyes softly, the white scent of bleach making his nose tickle. "With pleasure, only because it sounded to me more like what Grey, wasn't."
Slade got to work, one hour in as he took up a mirror to parts that he wanted a certain way. Richard was not supposed to be this fun to toy with, yet who could blame the man. He'd bitten and trapped an innocent into a contract that he couldn't possibly wind his way out of. And soon, maybe a few months from now…
Slade let the last lucky chocolate lock fall into place over the kid's gland. It looked a lot better, yet that was only on the surface. Below, Dick would say it. That they were not meant to be away. If Dick's future was promised to this Nightwing, then Slade had heard something very interesting.
~ He worked alone, until she reunited us. ~
That meant, he was never going to see "that" exact future. Alone? Not in this universe as Slade twisted a lock to let it fall.
"Hum?" Dick cracked open an eye, letting it go up to see why Slade was being so quiet. That meant he was obviously planning something.
"Almost." Slade chuckled back as the kid shut his eye once more. Suspicious activity, averted. "You look fantastic, better than your old self."
Dick turned to the man as he suddenly didn't realize it, but the hair. Those eyes…
He resembled Slade's oldest sin, who had died long before after being killed. Right in front of his father.
"Slade?"
The man knew it. Subconsciously, damn. He'd picked Addie…. he pulled in an inhale sharply as Dick blinked back, frowning. Pouting as she had.
"Slade? What's wrong? Did you mess up?"
He looked like family, and that just felt so wrong. His hand wasn't steady enough. The mirror could shatter in his hands. The image of perfection was frightening, especially what he'd chosen to forget.
~ I might even become like a father to you. ~
They were far past that point of return.
He'd done more than mess up, he'd officially transitioned Dick into his soulmate's replacement.
In face, yet never in body.
"No." Slade said with less conviction. "No, you, you look…perfect."
Lying did no good. He'd find out soon enough. Even if the bat and Richard denied it, Dick was destined to spend the rest of his heats in the man's home.
"Just, perfect."
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Slade, I'd say is pushing that crazy envelope a bit far. It's faux – cest at this point. Dick replaces his son fir training, and his wife for…you see the image here? And what will happen when Nightwing starts to put the pieces together that he's being groomed to get on his knees for a man smitten to death with him since day one? Alphas are eww, I'm a Beta by my quiz so neutral party here! Poor Dick, if he ever gets a happy ending in any of my stories, you'll be the first to know! Find out if Grey can decide if Blud is right for them. Noted, them, they pronouns will be used because Grey is technically an alias and not changing genders. They are changing orientation though. Yet Slade will try to flip the bar with she and he. He's not very creative.
Like non binary, Dick will be something like Rui in Gatchaman Crowds. They/ she/them and he or she will be used. When Dick is with Slade unless in drag later, then it varies but as a hero? Mostly, he. You'll see. I have a fraternal twin who is non binary and was trans or attempted but didn't, so yeah. They are an active member of the community since early middle school and even came out in Parent magazine because they had connections back then. Wow. Anyway, coming to this understanding, anything at all to ask on Alphas, they are bi mostly or gay straight but normally bi. Slade first saw Dick at sixteen or so when he was present and after that, nada because he had to mull over it. Alphas never give up the chase, yet Dick is part beta and even more so uninterested until Slade puts on the pressure. He promised to be good, so how long before the big bad wolf gets hungry again?
Find out!!
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