Alpha and Beta But Never Omega –
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Mini series and not as serious. Going into a firm approach on two things.
One. Sex changes only apply to the idea of having a change made or being born as a hermaphrodite since birth, then the idea of this is very...ugh. i thought i would ckear up some things.
Seeing as every one person online puts a vagina, yes, on a character.. Woman talking here. On Dick or the bat fam, I thought I'd clear this up a bit. He will not be having ome for various plot reasons.
So, in a wolf pack, you have the matriarchal hierarchy of the Alpha, beta and last was in their case, the omega, the lowest caste tier.
However! The mother of the pack holds more if not less than than the Alpha together, so make no excuse here to that. Unless I am wrong, this story is about identity crisises and a want for less responsibility of a boy who has a rather intriguing question. No organs are distinct here, it is a bit like the plot of Series of doubts, but it is a more f buddy relationship to get away from his bat family. The kids depending on Dick to never stop looking after them. Age changes will have Dick as eighteen, Jason sixteen, tim fourteen, Cass twelve, Stephenie thirteen while Duke is fifteen, Damian is nine and Nightwing is supposed to show up that year though it is more a transition into him at 15 that doesn't go so well. He us a Beta, apparently. Bruce is overwhelmed when things take a turn fir the worst in this story, and Alfred is sick of doing it all by himself and xarying om the responsibilitieswithout a rightful protege of his own.
Yet the bats keeps popping up! Catherine is not in this till later. Dick is still in Gotham and after being a sophomore, he wants to leave college and go strike it out in a new city.
Problem is…
He never gets the chance once Bruce cuts him and puts a big fat restriction on his savings. This is before Bruce has Dick to become batman when he goes missing, so it never happens yet.
Slade only stumbled upon the now ex boy wonder after he's been laying low for a few months in his safe house for a time. He stops some things from delivering the kid to a bad place, and then…
The terms omega, beta and alpha are used.
Dick like Alfred is a Beta which makes him a damned nanny and he's sick of it. However, there may be reason why he us so reatrained...
He sees how Stephanie and Tim are treated as young Omega and for some reason, thinks he wants to be something else for a while.
The age of consent for Omega though is sixteen, Alpha and Beta is 18 by law. Jason is an Alpha like Bruce, Dick actually knows very little about their presenting stages and only knows about Alpha and Beta relationships. So he doesn't know about the demeaning assholes that could hurt them, or what they really are to his bat clan. He'd rather be one to escape being a nanny. To get away from Bruce and become a better vigilante, but fate has once again, tendrils to cling to his fortunate days...sigh.
BUT. WARNING HERE. QUID PRO QUO INVOLVES DEATHSTROKE.
Dick will be confused after this happens…. mini-series, not a one shot because anyone you see on archiveofourown…it really is just, negative. I want to clear that up. Unless you are hermaphrodite, sex change or any other condition diagnostically that fits the bar, no puss fir our bird. But he will learn to understand dirty talk since he's a good boy with no way of being able to be like Jason. It's a bat stereotype.
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Chapter 1: Planning Outside of His Scope
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The only reason he was here in Gotham at all, was to get the support -
Dick slammed down his hand onto the keys of his laptop. The bats were up for breakfast. He growled and hunched over with his back turned from the loud banging noises outside his bedroom doorway. "Finish this. Damn, never asked for –
~ Todd!! Put out that match!!~
Damian. Dick groaned and set his computer to sleep. He'd take care of this now. Alpha or not, he was the oldest at the Wayne family manor and to their exact inheritance in the future. A future spent on textbooks, his laptop, the courses in law he was willing to power on through outside of any winter vacation. It was August and outside was probably more humid than anyplace in the hot house downstairs.
Finding his coat, he'd take a walk around the ground as soon as he could deescalate the situation on site.
Heck. He was already sounding like a real cop!
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In the kitchen, the god- awful scent of burnt pancakes, blue and purple banana and berry smoothies dropping from the light fixtures dangling above him, and the oven.
Was coated in batter.
He was. Going to kill a certain omega trouble maker.
"Jason, where is –
"Brown! You will not leave our head butler to undo your messes by himself. I shall report your wrongdoings to father –
"He's in a board meeting." She called up from the cabinet. A stinking spice there was out of reach as she had climbed up. Far, far too often, to reach what she took for granted.
"I think Tim wants his coffee black. Here, catch –
"Watch out!" Her foot had gripped the wood until that fling of the good blend from overseas, had Dick to leave it to fall. Stephenie was caught just in time as her small mouth gaped open a bit. He crafked her like a bride abd that made him angry. The coffee had landed all over the floor. Expensive and fair-traded grounds, every place while the scent of toxic meal preparations made Dick's nostrils unfurl.
Todd swallowed hardest of all as Damian shut off his empathy to scold the children of their mess while he'd been practicing his brush strokes in the other room by the big window. "NOW look what a mess you've made for –
"ME?? Who makes getting a bag of Java like climbing Mount Kilimanjaro??"
"I said we should just reveal a thing of bacon, but dies anyone listen –
" QUIET. TODD." Damian pointed as Dick was forced to let Stephanie confront her younger, but even so, her more responsible sibling. He was nothing but a teacher's pet as sge stuck out her tongue while he growled as the next Alpha beside his father and their inbred monkey. Todd. Jason searched the group and finally tried to speak –
"NO." Dick's chest rumbled as he felt his emotional fully pull him into their debate. To end it.
"You are all going to, regardless of whom, CLEAN UP this ENTIRE mess before Alfred gets back from the grocery store. We have cameras and dad would love to find out that his own kids tried to burn down the house whole I'm in my dumb room…trying to finish an exam paper….so I can get the hell away from you all and this house!! Don't complain!" Dick jabbed a finger at the boys. " CLEAN. Or you are all on a serious list that "Master Bruce" would love to hear about in under two seconds."
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He took a bottle of water from the pantry and stuffed it into his coat pocket. Alfred was coming home around the drive in his modest remodeling of a British antique. The sleek black finish was pristine as the boy took a sip of his water before turning to see Damian mopping up the floor. Todd, cleaning up the smoothie stains to the last splash, and Stephanie. Taking out the trash that she had created. "Your allowance is paying for Alfred's favorite coffee. I'll make sure he gets the memo. Go to your rooms, and wait to be called down for a proper bit of punishment from our head Beta."
Dick hated the term, too often he had. He was…. after all, like that, would be. A beta…the off taste of despair was more from tepid plastic as Dick pulled open the back door and walked. He needed a breather. Just for a bit. Alfred would come in; he had his phone online so Dick could go back to his…
Term paper…his fucking paper.
Dick groaned and picked up the pace as at a withering eighteen-year-old, he thought that he might never see the end if Bruce found him missing to stay for their punishment.
~ Betas are natural caregivers when the secondary or head alpha of the home is absent. Such as, the wing person to the house and those that all inhabit it. In the pack of a wolf for example beta can be either male or female. While Omega, the lower and lowest tier of the pack, is treated a bit…exclusively in human society. Some rights are now in place since to prevent the objectification of omega and even beta. Beta in most cases end up as teachers. ~
Or nurses. Or aid workers. Public service agents and of course…maids. House keepers. Baby sitters.
Dick remembered that lesson in middle school. He hated the fact that this year for an alpha, that was their time all because they developed later to help the omega time frame adjust to changes. So, the two year age difference was biological and immoral??
Dick shoved his body to the finish as he pushed even harder to let go of any thoughts that would not end him up with a diploma. If he could be an alpha, he could actually be on the force. Now, if he got into law, he'd only get to run through paperwork. That was fine. He had his own plan a to avoid breaking an ancient, sexist and caste – ist law of the modern day.
He stopped to look down at his phone. He was still busy running, running to the creek behind the manor. Out here, there was still wilderness to some aspect a very clean, clear-cut sanctuary as he sat down and pictured his life as something better. Not here, not in Gotham. Heck, he lived that Bruce had done the best he could…he just…
Dick tossed a small stone into the creak as he heard it plop into the rolling, cool waters before him.
Be, something else. If being an Omega meant getting protected, being unseen and literally having people wait on you for being… adorable…he'd never have that. Knowing Stephanie, she wouldn't present for a while and was treated as more a golden child than himself or even Jason. Damian hated her because of this, being an alpha and having to terrorize those that "opposed" his views with more yelling. He was more beta than omega, Dick shook his head.
Yeah, if only…
At least he wouldn't have to be the one to unofficially replace Alfred if he got denied at the job he wanted.
Beta are too nurturing. They might let the criminals get away or have a less harsh sentence.
Dick tossed another stone as he sat, into the water. This time, it hit another rock and bounced off into the stream. He put his head into his arms and listened, knees bent as if he were a kid dreaming of seeing his family again.
This time. He'd make Bruce see that he was serious. Being a cop. As a kid, it was a dream that ended with disappointment for beta and omega of the most. But he wasn't like most kids. He had been the first Robin, the first sidekick to a vigilante in this city that was a legend to all others. Even on other worlds, planets. He'd bet there was no other Richard Grayson this "fortunate" as he was. Not even with the titans where Kori had dumped him because she was a fricking Alpha and it was not alright on her planet to couple with one outside of their caste.
Or Raven, even as a beta was uninterested and claimed to be…. asexual. A term stating that the trauma of rape and her father, made her hate love. Period, and she needed that to concentrate on her magic anyway. A life of celibacy made her all powerful or something….
Or Babs, who was a god of all things, Omega. Dick didn't hate her, but she felt inferior to him and said it could never work. He was too… easy and she didn't want to seem like the victim.
That.
He chucked another stone, angrier this time.
Hurt, a lot. He had known Barbara Gordon since the first day. His Robin days….and now…. now, he was the inferior one.
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Heading back through the side door of the terrace by the gardens, he expertly climbed over into the next doorway where a terrarium twisted and vined easily to its pleasure. Standing by the door into the manor, was Alfred. "Your father, Master Bruce would like a word."
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Dick had never dusted off his pants before he had a chance to reach for the knob to his father's study. A study was always seen in movies as a warning for something to come. Maybe, maybe he was being seen for 'that' reason?
Bruce sat at his desk with a letter opener to his side, a cup of freshly brewed coffee and, what looked to be a tray of toast and hard - boiled eggs. Something plain, Dick realized, since he had possibly gotten reason to send the kids to bed early tonight. Later, it was still not even ten, and he looked cross.
"Dick, how are your exams going." Bruce asked this as if Dick were away in another city, just visiting instead of right up the steps. It felt more invasive, eerie at first glance. Dick was the adopted first as the special ward of Wayne, and he…was not being treated like his real son anymore.
"My last paper is due in a weeks. I …went for a walk to clear my head. Sorry, I needed to –
"You know that exam means you'll be expected you to pass all marks. If you leave any box unchecked during the physical examination, it is immediately going to mean, expulsion. If you were to go into any profession, why not as a doc –
"BECAUSE." Dick breathed out. "I've wanted this for a very long time, and I know I can do anything I set my mind to…minus what's missing." He stared at Bruce, who seemed to get the picture just fine. The law however, wasn't so forgiving.
"You know that this year, you'll be –
"I…I know. That's not what we were –
"If like I said, they don't find you to be fit for a position that involves a lot more than desk work half the time, do you know how to get out of a scruffing? Like we taught you –
"Master Bruce, I'm very certain that Master D – "Alfred, leave us."
Bruce stopped the old beta. "I want to have this discussion with my oldest ward. Make sure no one disturbs us."
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"Your place is not getting shot at, Dick. You have the ability to make better decisions than this." In the man's hand, was an application to a list of schools Dick had printed out. Bruce…had gone through his room??
"There are schools listed in here that I do not approve of you reaching out to. If you want to continue in law and criminal justice as your major, I won't stop you from doing so. But to be an officer of the law with your roof and even background-
"I'm not an alpha, so what??" Dick snarled at the older man. "I fight crime just fine. I have been for longer than Tim or even Damian. You can't even let me go to my own place until –
"You'll be able to claim that settlement at twenty-one. Right now, there is no law saying you can live on your own without a representative signaturel."
Bruce knew that. It was a settlement from his mom and dad. It…was worse even that at 21 he was an adult formally, while Daman would be at eighteen.
Life was unfair even to him, a bleeding beta.
"You don't want me to ever leave! That's why…I'd replace Alfred for free. You'd get your dumb baby sitter and –
"Dick…"
"I have every right to walk out and get my own place. I have money saved. You have yours too, but I'd give that up…"
"No," Bruce shook his head. "Because that is what is paying for your future. And you're on my will because of who you are, not what your role is in society deemed by…by old voices."
"YOUR. Voice." Dick snipped. "You want me to stay, because alphas are terrible fathers!"
Dick stomped out as Bruce e never even got up to do a thing. He just stomped to his room and locked the door. Hands over his eyes as he slumped into the mattress and growled loudly into his sheets like a spoiled brat. But…he wasn't! Bruce had no right. He, he could get a dorm…
Paid for by Wayne.
Or, a run-down –
Dick kicked himself up and flew to the window to yell out it. Out there. The city. He really hated the idea. But…
He needed to stop being chained to this man. Role to society? What he needed was to become a damned lawyer.
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Dick packed for a trip. In a few weeks, he'd look to stay with Wally in Central. He had the same Beta personality and Wally was nothing but a big goof. He made it easy to get laughed at and get back up. The flash had no issues with Dick hanging out to finish his paper and head over for a few days to recoup from a grouchy bat, yet that….
Wasn't up to Dick.
Once again, he was still an unofficial dependent. If he left behind anyone's back –
~ The kid needs a break. He can finish his school work then refresh all he wants with my nephew. They're both beta –
"Barry, you don't understand. Dick wants to be an officer of the law. In this country, it is illegal for anyone other than alpha to hold a weapon like a pistol. You know this." Bruce was holding his phone as Damian listened in on the conversation.
~ He can put up parking tickets. That won't get him shot at. Being a mail carrier is scarier than being a dumb and bored officer in a city where crime is…. not so black and white. Ah, Gotham. Where was he hoping to even be one if he did get the job? ~
"Bludhaven. It's on his application and I need to talk to him about this. I'm sorry, the trip is just his way of avoiding all responsibility. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, Barry. Dick can't do what he wants forever."
Damian sneaked off to where he imaged Grayson had not heard the news. It would be best not to have the boy interfere, though any beta stepping foot outside had to be briefed. It was their friendliest protocol.
Knocking on the door to Dick's room, the zipper zipped up and Damian knew his brother would not be pleased with the information he had to sell.
"Grayson. I come bearing urgent news from father." The kid lied, knowing things would get more complicated if he wasn't wrong.
The fact that Damian was still young and spoke like the world was old, new and bright made his speech sound immediate as Dick unlocked the door and opened it to reveal his blood vessel - sore eyes. "Father says you are not going to go to see West abd his family. That you must finish your studies and stay at the manor."
" Damn..." Dick clicked his tongue and hung on the door like some miserable alpha college student. He was a beta, so Damian was amused by the comparison, briefly. "If you go to him now, maybe there is a way to fix things."
"Then, I think I will. No need to shoot the messenger." Dick muttered as he followed Dami and slammed the door at the last part of his scathing comment.
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Bruce walked out to the main entrance hall where up by the balustrade above him, Dick eyed that man with a fixed complexion. "You don't know when enough is enough."
"Should say the same to you, deciding to not even let me get the first say –
"You belong here . Until you can make it on your own and I know you're ready –
"I'm not yours to dictate, Bruce!" Dick's head spun as his anger got the best of him. "I can beat up killer croc, Bane is a lightweight and you know Joker thinks I'm the only one he can't hit between the eyes."
Dami watched from the stairs as the two, father and adopted ward, fought with their words and growls.
"You don't even have –
"I'D DO ANYTHING!" Dick threw his head back. "To get AWAY from this family and to stop being your nanny goat for life. I wanted to be a cop, because you know why?? I wanted to look for my own city and be a vigilante- so there! You wanted to hear me say it??"
"Another reason why you're not ready. You haven't even presented yet –
"I'M a late bloomer! So what??" Dick hadn't noticed it before, but his voice was breaking. His emotions…
You…. are not going to get me…to stay!" Without thinking, the man didn't see it coming as Dick hit Bruce. Right in the cheek. No one, not even Daman missed it, as he gasped and let his poke out of his hiding spot. Dick pulled his wrist back and was panting, his cheat heaving out as he ran past the stunned bat. Bruce was a statue as Dick just clicked his tongue and blinked back more tears. The halls were quiet despite their heavy breaths.
Right out the door to his motorbike, Dick went out into the open, August sunlight. He couldn't get his degree now. Bruce had forbidden him from becoming a hero who protected the rights of everyone…. he had no one to go to that Bruce didn't already have on speed dial.
Dick, was soon affectively, now considered a late - blooming runaway as he never looked back on his past birdcage.
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So, here we go….next chapter is warning flags.
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