Alpha, Beta But Never an Omega

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Chapter 20: First Case; Serial Numbered

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Dylan O'Hara or Dick Grayson, takes on his new job with caution. Rodriguez gets into a situation that has her finding out how close she can be to Nightwing, she even hands him intel on the cases. Only for her truth to come out. That she knows another vigilante, Tarantula and is trying to get the two to save Blud together. Slade protests this and goes after this Tarantula, only to run into the base of operations of Apollo and Midnighter, who don't like Slade on their turf. They work for the bat, and Nightwing might have a new Alpha to watch his back in this, daring femme fatale of a mad woman who is obsessed with him??

Find out. Smells like useless drama to me, but a triangle is now a square.

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Dick was in charge of the paperwork he'd accrued on his first week. Coming home to Slade and his grunting face felt like such a nice deal compared to people on TV asking for his alter face in the crowd.

Or in the air.

~ Who is Nightwing? He stops the cops from getting the wrong guy, twice. Ends up vanishing and saving a child from being abducted in a subway. No one has any leads, yet citizens are advised to report anything they might find suspicious to their local authorities as soon as –

"How was work?"

Dick was coming in through the door with a briefcase of more cases that needed to be picked through. "Did you finish all of your school work like a good prefect?"

"HAH. So funny that I forgot to ask YOU if you've been a big bad mercenary in my absence since starting this position." Dick roller his shoulders and Slade cracked a small grin at the television. "There was a sighting of a red and blue spider a few cities over. Blud isn't a fan of him, too many webs."

"They have sewer manes that have a need of a repair, and of course…dead –

"Floating corpses." Slade finished, hitting the off button to the remote in one click.

"Really, how did you think it would matter to me, your roommate and the one that pays the bills? That you've made yourself a target before? That I should lose a few jobs to –

"I didn't…"

Just as before, he meant the office, and out.

"The more I try to cover for you, the more taxing my actual rile is in the long term. You need to focus on being a good little secretary and –

"The city is out there, and I made a promise."

Slade leaned forwards in his seat, eye narrowed as his grin dropped to a frown. "No. You, are a public service agent with quick feet and eyes, but not a brain. Not until I fix that."

"I did what I set out to –

"IN . EXCESS." Slade grunted out, impatiently. "For me, for Nighter. For the rest of us, pretty - boy blue."

Slade huffed, leaning into his fist as he exactly imagined an omega stomping those floors, demanding what they wanted. He'd play on that stereotype.

"So, how was your day, really? Come now. I just did what the bat refused to. Put you in your corner, boy."

Dick grumbled and stepped into the bathroom, his head popping out the door as he called over to Slade, " Hiw about you dye me, I tell you who wants to kill me today. Fair deal?"

Dangerous , yet he agreed to it with sharp teeth and a dry chuckle. "Of course, I should be honored to be the best barber for the former Wayne. What's your poison? Chestnut or something with red undertones."

Dick checked himself out in the mirror, his eyes looking back at a stranger. There, he swallowed and croaked a bit as Slade entered with a tool bag of his hair dying supplies. "Thought of it yet?" He asked, eyes focusing on how Dick was shoving himself awkwardly back. Slade had to maneuver into the smallish space carefully to not incite a riot from the vain half – mega.

"Think we could try for highlights? Blonde, but half a head. Not the full package."

Slade's eye almost fell from its socket at the words. Like that. Like…why, though?

It made the elder cautious to ask. "Did anyone see –

"No, I…the dark and brooding label is gonna get stale. I wanted to throw my chief off of her game. She's from a family of historically famous detectives. Did you know?"

Slade crossed his arms as the kid lowered his eyes to the sink and turned on the faucet. His hands stopped up a pour to splash onto his face, cooling off his decision no less likely. He was going to make Slade trap the reward of being too nice.

Richard, was asking for a future knot, so he just had to watch his back.

Slade would be cool about it. He wanted Dick's trust mire than anything. Enamored by it, even as his little tool. Getting Blud from the boyband the Bat to make his mini paradise and getaway would be something to talk to his future pups about.

He intended to see if that part of the kid was real. Seeing as he'd knotted the brat. Now, one more time if Dick committed to it, he'd have an answer.

"Slade? 'yello?" Dick waved a hand in front of the male's scheming , darl blue orb. "Ready to destroy my head, again?" He snorted as in a jest, and Slade smirked, doing the same. "Half a head. Will be some work. How are you going to repay such a kindness?"

"By making supper, full course. I'm off shift this Sunday. First time they never bothered to give me a thumbs down." Dick grinned, his cocky demeanor a bit less annoying at nineteen. "I'm going by the book, because my phone. – I mean, recipes, there. Not used to –

"Why not this. I can supervise, but in return, I want one thing."

Dick's eyes went soft, his only back swapping as Slade had the kid turning to meet his chest instead, gazing up with a peculiar glance. Brows down, the young man opened his mouth and re- worded the question.

"What, kind of request?..." He asked, knuckles not as tight as when they fought. Veing trapped in this den wkth the tiger had them so used to each other.

Scents, musk aside. No heat due to the medication. They were just rooming together, until Slade opened hos mouth to say it.

"I want, just one kiss. On the lips, from you."

"S…lade, we talked about –

"I know why you've been giddy. It's obvious you need my help in other ways."

Swallowing his scare there, Dick turned back to the sink. The man lording over him showed every intention to take once more, and yet…

If Rodriguez was crushing, or Liu, or even that informant that Slade probably knew about. Flores? ( typo) then, could he go through with one kiss? He was on his blockers, suppression drugs. Slade wasn't going to hurt him, well…besides turning him into a half blonde Barbie doll.

More like a Stacey. After the time he'd "claimed" Dick a month or so ago, December was just around the corner. And with it, a chance the heat could return.

One kiss, wouldn't set off a chain reaction. And, he needed allies. To woo the public, and his BPD work friends. Friends, yet one beta and an alpha were attracted. Could, Slade really sense it too?

"One; for you to, be my practice dummy."

"Any time you ask, I could comply." Smirked the villain. "Such a demand of you, I'd think you enjoy being here. Not like before."

"It keeps the bats at bat." Dick rubbed his arms, finally lowering his neck with a heavy sigh. "Alright. One kiss, nothing romantic. I get to do it, to give the landlord a blow job would be overkill, right?" He turned red shaking his head. "That's not what I-

Slade snorted a laugh as Dick shot a glare back over his shoulder. "I never meant YOU. Don't get any, ideas..."

"Papa squat, Grayson." Slade coughed, rude to just let it go. Yet Dick was glad this was back to a no teasing area of conversation. "We have a lot of work to do before supper."

"Get me to the market before seven and I'm sold. Well? Am I a caramel or a platinum?"

"Start low lights, honey." Slade pulled out what he'd need. Foil and the solution of bleach to not harm a damned cent off of his cash cow's little mane. "Honey? What did I just say?"

"The color." Smiled the man with a slow shake of his head. "Oh, Grayson. You may to sleep off what you're thinking entirely by tonight. It seems I'm not the only one to awaken the worst in you. That freedom, comes at a high cost... so, sit." The merc commanded, dropping his voice again. "I'm going to be hungry for that kiss yet, if we don't hurry up and get dinner started."

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Basic manipulation and grooming. Only he's a graduated college student with a lot to avoid. Poor Ryan – ah, Dick. Anyone? Find out if that kiss is just a start! Slade knows what he wants, and Dick will hand deliver the city to him if he plays this game right.