Alpha, Beta but Never an Omega

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Chapter 17: Can't Hold Me Down

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~ That is my promise for the boy pretending to keep his big mouth shut.~

It was a damn good thing Grayson hadn't heard that as MN was clenching his fists, waiting on something to add along his parting stare. "DEATHSTROKE. YOU…" He was this close to decking the man as Dick unfortunately for them both and their near Alpha idiocy, peeped his head out with a frown over the fact that they were out of something in the toiletries cabinet.

"I'laser that it is done. Would you, please?" Slade turned to the other assassin as he stuttered a reply at the two faces sicko and the kid. "Why d- d- do I have t –

"Slade has to take me to the studio. If you don't have time, it's right down the street."

Dick was expectant as much as Slade was willing to guilt them both on who would be the messenger. "If I'm just as quick, maybe –

"No. Seeing you out there and Bru e being mobile in our city?"

Our…MN's stomach soured at the thought. Slade didn't belong here, Grayson didn't know why he was actually chosen to be a burning star in the man's eye. He wanted to break code so badly and say the truth!

"Fine, your…highness." Snorted MN with a change of heart, for now. "As you decree. So it shall be." MN leaped to the window as he disappeared down the fire escape, Dick left to wonder why he'd looked so skittish.

"Pay him no heed. He's…adjusting, slowly." Slade shrugged with an air of superiority hidden over the minor win. By the time his little messenger rat got back to the apartment, they'd have already left the building.

"Slade, ah…look. This is a start to my career. Right? You won't go any further with this? And I'm still in college. I have one more year to go until –

"You'd better succeed in one if the two, Grayson." Slade turned to stare at the boy, keeping him pinned before Grayson evaded the gaze to nod, and to finish what he was doing. His shirt still unbuttoned and his pants the only thing that mattered.

Slade realized with a click of the door, the hair gel the kid used was all that assassin had been carted outside to buy.

What if, he didn't need it?

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A few minutes and the room was ghastly dark. MN cussed as he flipped to the window and so far, saw it bolted. No one inside. He looked to see if any cameras or drones were in range and blocked any signals before swapping his outfit in a poorly lit space by the train station stalls, and to there, he contacted his other seasoned detective.

"Wayne, you've got yourself a real shitty situation-

~ Well on it. Tim is in the process of gathering the live feed. I'm still waiting to hear around the backstage access panel. ~ He had enough money to meet the real deal as Dick Grayson didn't greet him but a man in a suit. The other was under his Nightwing outfit as Bruce saw the technology that went into hiding the slim fitting everything.

Someone with blonde hair and narrow rimmed glasses stood on with a clipboard as Bruce froze. "On in ten, are you ready for the big time, hero?"

Bruce stood by to watch as one pat on the back made his own hackles raise exponentially.

~ Wayne, stay calm. I got sick of it too. I told you about his little scheme. That man is going to puppeteer your kid into office if we don't-

Bruce stormed over before returning to his cover as a simple fan of the new vigilante's flamboyant rebellion. "Oh, wow…incredible tech went into that design? Do you have a supplier, by the way?"

Dick turned his masked eyes up, not before the clip board wearing con man stepped between them. "Nightwing is not authorized to answer any questions at this time. You'll have to wait on the audience floor, like everyone else." Slade masked his smug expression as well as his voice being high in pitch. The worst thing about an ex-spy for Team 7, was that he knew how to rock those spectacles.

"Ah, of course. I had an extra back stage pass and couldn't help the fact that this is so sudden." He pulled out a card, just one with a film that he'd designed a month ago to track someone via their fingerprint signature through a ring he was wearing. The data went to that, bingo. They had a way to stay alerted of who was going onto that stage.

"I might even be able to get you into the interview faster with Katie Holmes." He pulled Wilson's wrist as he then let it linger, the words a breath off of his tongue as the manager looked slightly spooked for only a second. "Won't be necessary. That was put into place just after he valiant rescue of the city. You underestimate the new norm, Alpha, sir "

Wayne pulled back as the card was left to his grip. "Come, we'll be on in five. Thanks to this minor distraction."

Divk looked over his shoulder as he was corralled out by the looming and possessive prick in his backside ( yes, innuendo. Bruce is flipping out here.)

That suit was far too well designed, as if a second skin that would swallow him in the limelight, never able to come off without Slade's full permission.

Heated was his flesh as Wayne didn't want to imagine if they had….but they had, as he saw two things by the rings reading. Hormone levels being slightly elevated, and the endorphin rush this was giving the alpha.

Wayne clung to a hope in himself that…that Slade wouldn't act as foolishness as he did on a contract. He wouldn't, since Deathstroke wasn't a reckless killer.

He was always very, very precise in all he acquired to accomplish.

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The music played on a walk as Nightwing came out to clapping hands, waving ones as they women fell head over heels for him without knowing that he was wearing blockers.

"Si, the big bad vigilante in our town!" The host grinned as a crocodile while Grayson might have appeared bashful on cue. "Heh…I know, right? First thing, I have to get a pass in my courses online. Then, this is my calling. Great to be here, everyone!"

Tim waited with his mind never faltering. He took down every quirk, slip of the tongue and stammer. None cane.

The boy up there had to be a fearless actor to pull this off.

"Oh, he's going for his education? What's the major, wanna share anything with the class?"

"Haha, believe me. I would, but one part of my life is going to stay private. Not too easy on the grade point average. Made Honor roll last time. But enough about that. What else did you wanna know? Shoot. I'm all ears."

The bat's ears perked up.

Slade's as well. That. Wasn't on the script he'd written. What was the brat planning?

"Alright. Why don't we have the fans act it out, eh? This is your chance to anybody in the audience tonight."

"Mr. Wing , is it? Do you live in this city currently?"

"I can disclose only a part of that question; I have a place I hang onto for vigilante purposes, but I'm for the city. I don't really have a roost at the moment."

"Nightwing, holy….wow, so…do you have any crushes, besides Katie Holmes." The crowded giggled a bit as Dick grinned wkth a rehearsed blush. "Not at the moment, but I'm really the hardest out of all the JLA to pin down. They can even tell you. We just don't have much of a back story."

That, was going too far as Bru e raised his hand.

Tim beat him to it.

"Nightwing, your next goal after keeping the city safe…is that your only goal so far for Bludhaven?"

"For now, and it's not like I won't be a part of the crowd. I assure everyone here that my intention is only to be sure you have a hallmark super hero since the city won't be able to afford one of the JLA."

Why…was he throwing shade at them? Tim nodded, the next being a dark-haired woman with a tanned skin ton and a Hispanic accent. "Yes, the rose in crime in Blud; would you ever be appointed a partner in your career?"

"It all depends on their skill level and dedication, but we're just setting up shop. No promises."

"Ah, one last question…you stated in your last appearance and you are going to be this city's first Omega hero."

She had Bruce look, while Grayson at this point di something as bold as he said he might.

Slade breathed through his nose. "Come on, don't chicken out." He murmured as Dick pulled off his mask, seeing as the glue was never placed on him in the dressing room. "I'm certainly hoping that it doesn't change a thing between us. Blue will be in better hands because im5going to make the statement myself; we have super heroes who are pushed back because of societies efforts, and I'm willing to help set the bar straight. If I can be up here today, completely bared to you."

The boy had green eyes as his dark brunette hair had Bruce bristle when he saw Slade's fakes eyes stuck. Glued from the corner of the stage.

Bruce squinted again.

Slade….Wilson…

His eyes bordered on shock as he pulled through the crowd as the crowd all hollered for the new hero. The new eventually established threat without knowing who he resembled.

But a walking, Grant Wilson.

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"You didn't give up your name. Just a face?"

Slade slipped in behind Dick as the kid undid his tie and flopped into bed like a rolling log.

"You looked amazing up there, little bird."

Dick cracked open an eye as he rolled over and attempted to slip towards the dresser for a change of sleep clothes. "Midterms is coming up soon. This was something I…had to consider, if he was there."

Slade chuckled softly as the bird scooped up its things and went to shower, shit and change for bed.

Slade, would get to MN's ear by morning. He had not enough to do as he pulled out his cell to find a voicemail on it. Narrowing at the tick mark over his untraceable device, Slade retreated to the kitchen as he listened to what came through it.

~ I know your secret, and I'll tell everyone if we can't meet. Face to face. Dick Grayson.~

It was a woman. Slade noticed the tone as she sounded very close to the curious cat in that audience. The Latina with questions to spare, not wanting to share his bird.

So …this could, be a small problem if no one stopped in to do something. Slade sighed and thought. Seeing to negotiate this deal himself might leave Richard exposed if he underestimated their enemy. Maybe, a potential aid in this city.

He needed to know more.

Now.

Oh, now…Slade had some work coming in to track down that demanding voice.

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