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Red Robin is flying over rooftops, leaping from building to building in an outstanding display of speed and agility. This is not a peculiar Gotham sight. If anything, it’s quite common for a top-floor tenant to hear the unmistakable pound of feet from above, for the corner girls to catch a glimpse of a flying body or the flap of a cape, for a college student up too late for various reasons to upload a blurry shot to social media.
The bats and birds of Gotham are not the myth they once were. They have become great in numbers, and their visual presence is one proven through over two decades of crime fighting. Most Gothamites have a story or two to tell about their own personal bird sighting or their own brush with death prevented only by the timely intervention of a bat.
What is peculiar for anyone witnessing this particular bird in flight isn't his physical prowess or even his current visibility across Gotham’s skyline. No, it’s the fact that this birdie is being pursued across the rooftops by what, to the average viewer, would seem to be a completely normal man.
Red Robin, on the other hand, knows there is nothing normal about his rooftop tail, though the ones following below by motorcycle are much more par for the course and much easier to lose if he put his mind to it. Even more out of the ordinary is the heat inducer currently pumping through his veins.
A stupid lucky shot. Red would take a bullet over a heat inducer any day.
Originally developed as a treatment for omegan infertility, they were quickly commandeered for a less than reputable use. While commonly used recreationally, heat inducers were the date rape drug of choice and were a well-known drug used by human traffickers to subdue their merchandise.
Heat inducers, no matter their potency, did not perfectly mimic a natural omega heat. The heat inducer of today, especially the kinds you saw on the street, were an ugly imitation of an omegan heat. More an aphrodisiac than a true heat, the chemical cocktail of an inducer was one that overstimulated the scent glands, increased slick production, and created a false libido that was more pain than pleasure. While an increased feverish libido was also caused by a natural heat, an omega was not ruled by those instincts and could find comfort from their symptoms in non-sexual ways such as cuddling with packmates or pups. An induced heat, on the other hand, was one that would burn through the body like fire, causing severe cramping, high blood pressure, and loss of mental facilities amongst other symptoms, while only alleviated by penetration and orgasm.
Unfortunately for Tim, he was already in the beginnings of his own natural pre-heat when he was hit with the inducer. He was very much not looking forward to how the two would combine.
If his estimates were to be trusted, and they usually were, even when he was making them in the middle of a mad dash across the rooftops of Gotham, he had about 20 minutes before the inducer hit his system and launched his body into a full blown heat. His current elevated heart rate was doing him no favors, knocking a minimum of 5 minutes off of his grace period.
So, 15 minutes, that’s how long he had to make it to his destination and keep out of the hands of the traffickers currently in hot pursuit. If he wasn’t on such a tight deadline, he’d stop and kick their asses himself, but as it was he didn’t have the time for both retribution and safety.
His next grappling leap is over an intersection, the traffic lights abruptly turning red behind him thanks to what can only be Oracle's interference. He smirks as, when he throws a look over his shoulder, he sees the motorcyclists get stuck at the light as a bus passes through the intersection.
He doesn’t slow down however, as the man following him by rooftop somehow manages to make the traffic lights themselves look like stepping stones, and follow him across the intersection. Tim would stop to gape but he doesn’t have the time to, instead pushing his legs to run faster faster faster. As much as he is running away from the traffickers, he is also running towards something.
The Batman may work alone, but his birds have always been flock animals.
“O, you got me an ETA on Hood?” he asks into the comm, breath coming in pants as he tries to put further space between him and what is hopefully his final pursuer.
“No ETA needed Baby Bird,” Hood’s reply over the comms is quick and strained, an undercurrent of anxiety clear in his voice. “If you’re still heading west on Jefferson, then we’ll be making contact soon.”
Normally he wouldn’t lead anyone into the jaws of what could very well be their untimely demise, but he wasn’t feeling particularly charitable at the moment. Also he was maybe counting on Jason making the executive decision that moving them to a more secure location was more important than murder.
Oracle was saying something in his ear, but he couldn’t hear her, everything narrowing in on the Alpha currently making his own mad dash across the rooftops, seemingly putting on an extra burst of speed when Red Robin entered his line of vision. Tim would slow down in relief if it weren’t for the meta (and he has to be a meta, there is no way an average Gothamite would be able to keep up with him across 20 blocks of rooftops like this fucker has been able to) still doggedly tailing him.
“Incoming Hood!”
A couple things happen at once:
The first—Tim makes a running leap from one roof to another, a distance that if he wasn’t currently running entirely on adrenaline wouldn’t exactly be advisable without a grapple.
The second—the meta also takes a running leap from one roof to another.
Tim, being a certified vigilante with nearly a decade of experience under his belt, makes the jump and rolls with his landing, rolling directly into Jason’s open and waiting arms. The meta, however, lands partially on the roof’s overhang, before rebounding with a screech and disappearing over the ledge where he assumably falls six stories if the following thud is anything to go by.
Tim and Jason look at each other, before simultaneously moving to peer over the side of the building. The meta is laid prone below, and Tim winces at the pile of what looks like broken bottles he's landed in.
“Think we should call an ambulance?”
“No worries, boy wonders,” Oracle pipes in. “Already on clean up duty. You two get off the streets before Red Robin’s condition worsens.”
The voice modulator inside Jason’s helmet makes the growl he releases sound absolutely haunting, but Tim just rolls his eyes at the display. He’d be touched, if he hadn’t been dealing with the bats’ special brand of overprotective alpha posturing since his own unfortunate late presentation at the age of seventeen. Instead he’s just fondly exasperated. “I’m still t-minus 12 minutes before the inducer takes full effect. Should give us plenty of time to go to ground.”
“I’ve gotta safe house three minutes out,” Jason grunts, nodding in the presumable direction of the mentioned safe house.
“After you then.”
They make it to the safe house with plenty of time to spare, and Tim can finally relax as Jason helps pull him through the third story window, quickly reenabling the security and traps behind them, before pulling the blinds closed for good measure.
He can feel the heat beginning to build and knows soon that it will snap into an overwhelming tidal wave of natural heat instinct and chemical inhibitions. He’s never experienced a combination natural and induced heat, and he’s hoping to god it won’t lean toward the brutality of the typical induced variety. Knowing his luck, however, even with Jason’s help the next few days are going to suck.
Jason is bustling around the kitchen area, grabbing non-perishables from cupboards and water bottles from the fridge. Tim melts a little at the sight, watching fondly as the alpha acquires all the immediate necessities for getting them through this fed and watered.
Tim preoccupies himself with his own form of preparation, quickly and efficiently disabling the traps of his suit so that he can begin to divest himself of the soon to be unnecessary clothing. He folds the Red Robin suit carefully, placing it on Jason’s dresser top, before quickly climbing into the bed. He buries himself beneath the covers, rolling around and rubbing his scent into the sheets. Typically he’d have multiple days of pre-heat to slowly scent mark whatever nesting location he’d chosen for his heat, but with the current situation as it is, he does his best to rub enough of his scent into the bedding lest he panic at the absence of it once his heat starts in full. Jason’s own scent saturating the bed and room is a comfort, one that will hopefully put his soon to be hormone-addled brain at ease.
“Hey Timmy!” Jason calls from the kitchen, “I’ve scrounged up a couple Gatorades. You have a problem with grape flavor?”
“Normally I’d prefer their lemonade flavor, but in heat I think my taste buds stop working,” Tim calls back, cheek rubbing furiously against the pillow that smells the most like the alpha.
“Noted,” Jason says from a lot closer than a kitchen away. Tim perks his head up to see the alpha come through the bedroom door, arms full of water, food, and the aforementioned grape Gatorade. He also has what looks to be an extra blanket thrown over his shoulder, one that looks soft and fuzzy to the touch.
Jason has always been attractive to Tim; even when Tim was just an itty bitty unpresented baby stalker, he had found that the sight of the second Robin made his stomach swoop and his cheeks heat up. Teenage Tim had had more than a difficult time pulling his eyes away from the sculpted adult form of the alpha’s body, the way his arms flexed and his muscles rippled with power… sue him, he may have found himself drooling one or two times at the thought of Jason crushing him with his thighs as a teenager, but there were worse fantasies to have!
But in this moment, with Jason attempting to balance all the items necessary to keep Tim happy and healthy for the duration of the omega’s heat, the alpha has never been more appealing. Tim’s omega instincts are absolutely delighted at the sight of the wonderful caretaker that Jason makes, instincts that tell Tim that he can give in to the heat beginning to boil in his belly and let himself be taken care of.
Tim continues to peek at the alpha from his place under the bedding, suddenly shy and all too aware of the fact that he doesn’t even have a proper nest to show off to such a wonderful alpha.
“I’m gonna put all this on the nightstand for you, sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” Tim says shyly, squirming under the bedding as the alpha meets his eyes with a smile.
“I’ll make sure to start keeping lemonade Gatorade around for you.”
“There’s no need for you to do that,” Tim tries to argue, but his face is already heating up at just the thought of Jason going out of his way to stock his safe houses with Tim’s favorites. God, how can he be so perfect?
Jason just waves off his half-hearted argument, placing the last of the bottles onto the nightstand. “It’s no problem at all Baby Bird, only keep this stuff around in case I need the electrolytes. I’m not picky about the flavor, so stocking yours is good enough for me.”
Jason turns to Tim, pulling the blanket from his shoulder and handing it out to the omega.
“For your nest,” he states with a shrug. “Unfortunately my safe houses aren’t exactly well-stocked on blankets and nesting material, so this and what’s already on the bed will have to do for now. When I come by later to check on you, I’ll make sure to bring you more.”
It feels like Tim’s heart stops in his chest, like ice prickling down his spine in a painful contradiction to his overheating blood.
“You’re leaving?”
“… Of course I am. I’ll be in the area though to monitor the safe house’s systems to make sure no one tries anything while you're here.”
“But—” Tim stops, knowing that if he continues in that moment, his words will come out broken.
Jason’s been bringing him coffee and food on patrols for months now, sitting next to him on rooftops as they bickered and laughed and leaned into each other’s space. Tim’s never been courted before, never been wooed (unless you want to count whatever the hell Ra’s al Ghul is doing, but Tim would rather not count that thank you very much), especially not in the context of an alpha chasing an omega, but he’s pretty sure that’s what Jason’s been doing. Or at least, he was pretty sure.
He deflates a little, curls a little tighter under the comforter. Jason’s comforter, his mind supplies, because it’s unhelpful like that.
“I just,” he begins, mouth dry but eyes traitorously not. “I thought… it doesn’t matter what I thought I guess.”
Tim can see how Jason purposefully forces his muscles to relax and his shoulders to slump forwards in an attempt to make himself look less intimidating. It’s an alpha response to a heated up omega they don’t want to scare, and it forces Tim to look away as more tears build in his eyes.
“What did you think, Baby Bird?” Jason asks softly.
“… I thought you were courting me,” Tim whispers, hating the way he can hear the sniffle in his own voice, how he must look so weak in this moment to the alpha.
“I—I am, Baby Bird,” Jason says, blush rising high and fast to his face. He tries to reach out to grasp Tim’s hand in his own, but the omega jerks his hand away, turning furious tear-filled eyes onto the startled alpha.
“Then why are you rejecting me?” the omega cries out, hands fisting in the fuzzy blanket Jason had brought for him. “Why are you rejecting me when I need you?”
“Because you can’t consent like this!” Jason exclaims. He looks so affronted that Tim would even suggest such a thing. “I’m not—I’m not gonna take advantage of you, ‘specially not like this.”
Tim furrows his brows in confusion.
“But you’re not.”
“You were hit by an inducer, Baby Bird, you can’t consent like this,” Jason shakes his head wildly, taking a step back towards the doorway. It makes the omega instincts inside of him want to cry out for the alpha, to call him desperately closer. “I refuse to ever hurt you again.”
“My heat hasn’t started in full yet,” Tim argues, feeling the desperation and fear rise, and Jason takes yet another step back. “I’m sound of mind, I’m giving you consent. Jason, I want this.”
“Tim—”
“And even if the inducer had already taken effect, it wouldn’t matter because I already gave you my consent!”
Jason freezes.
“...what?”
Tim groans in frustration. T-minus 1 minute.
“When I got hit, I was 8 minutes out from one of my own safe houses. With the time I had I could have easily taken out my pursuers, and gotten there before I hit critical.” Jason just stares at him. “Don’t you see ? I came to you Jason, not because I needed you to protect me, but because I knew you’d take care of me. I came to you because I wanted to.”
“…Oh,” Jason croaks, body still frozen and blush returning steadily.
“Yeah, oh.”
They’re quiet for a moment, a moment that Tim really doesn’t have the time to waste.
“Now if you’re not going to help me, then I’m going to need you to leave. I know this is your safe house, but it’ll be much worse if my chosen alpha walks out on me after it’s already hit.”
Tim can’t look at Jason, not now, not when his heat is building and he’s found himself rejected. Jason’s concerns about Tim’s capability to consent is touching, and just further proves how lucky Tim would be to have him as a mate, but Tim doesn’t want concern, he wants Jason to want him as much as Tim wants Jason.
Tim feels the shift in the bed as Jason sits down carefully next to him. He keeps his eyes down and away as his fingers play with a loose thread in the blanket, keeping his attention on pulling at it instead of the alpha. He can’t avoid Jason's gaze forever, not with the seconds counting down, and certainly not with the way the alpha places two fingers under his chin to slowly lift it up. He must look a pathetic sight, lip bitten between his teeth, cheeks flushed in embarrassment and the oncoming heat, and eyes full of unshed tears. But Jason somehow just smiles oh so sweetly at him, eyes crinkling around the edges as a laugh bubbles from his lips. He looks so happy and he’s looking at Tim as if he’s the source of that happiness.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay with you,” Jason whispers, smile twitching on his face like he’s trying to hold in further giddy laughter.
The laughter is infectious, and within moments Tim is giggling too, smile spreading to match Jason’s, and the first of his tears falling as he fails to blink them away.
“I would like nothing more.” The words have barely left his lips before Jason is leaning in, laughter still bubbling and mouths still twitching into happy smiles even as their lips meet for the first time.
They only have a few seconds to savor this moment, to enjoy the soft slowness of their first kiss, before the countdown reaches zero.
The moment it hits, he knows. It feels like his blood is boiling, like his skin is burning, like his insides are tearing themselves apart. The whine is involuntary, but accomplishes it’s goal, as the alpha leaps into action. Jason’s hands are quick to fall to the omega’s hips, sliding down his body and under the covers to grasp at Tim’s underwear and push them down and out of the way. Tim whimpers, feverish skin simultaneously soothed and scalding under the alpha’s hands, a contradicting stimulus that leaves his instincts confused and scared. He’s falling into the heat so quickly, can feel the way his mind slips away from him and his instincts take over.
He can hear Jason murmuring reassuringly to him, as the alpha pulls away enough to begin stripping out of his own clothes and climbing under the covers with the heated up omega.
“I’ve got you Tim, I’ve got you. I’m staying right here with you baby, and I’m gonna take such good care of you, I promise.”
The fingers that slip inside his body are thick, so much bigger than his own, and he’d jump at the suddenness of their penetration if they didn’t immediately quench the burning of his insides. He sighs in relief, sinking back into the mattress as his muscles begin to unlock. The fingers massage his inner walls softly, rubbing in small circles inside of him.
“You okay?” Jason asks, voice shaky.
“Yeah,” Tim sighs, feeling his body loosen further as Jason begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, in and out. “Just hate the way the inducer makes me feel.”
The alpha humms sympathetically, shifting slowly to settle comfortably on his knees while keeping his hand buried between Tim’s thighs.
Jason continues to slowly thrust two fingers in and out of Tim’s body, taking in the way the omega’s breath begins to hitch, or the way Tim’s stomach muscles begin to clench as he squeezes down on the fingers inside him.
Tim’s not sure when his eyes had fallen shut, but when he next opens them, it’s to catch Jason’s tongue flicking across his lips as the alpha stares down at the weeping entrance of Tim’s cunt. He can’t help but squeeze down just to see how Jason’s eyes dilate further, and he’s rewarded by the alpha’s fingers curling deliciously inside him.
“Jason,” Tim moans, hips rising to chase the delicious feeling. “Jason, please.”
“Not yet, omega,” Jason scolds, free hand falling atop Tim’s belly to push his body back down onto the bed. Tim’s breath catches as the hand pins him in place, and the alpha’s gaze rises to meet his once more. There is so much hunger in Jason’s eyes, hunger that can only be sated by the omega beneath him. “You’re gonna come on my fingers first, then you can have alpha’s cock.”
Tim can only whine at the alpha’s words, body trying and failing to buck up into the fingers fucking him torturously slow. But one hand is all Jason needs to keep him held in place, and that alone fans the heat inside him further.
“Alpha, please,” the omega begs, tears building in his eyes as his entire body begins to tremble as it slowly reaches its peak.
“I know, baby,” Jason coos, craning his neck and body so that he can capture Tim’s lips with his own, all the while keeping his fingers buried deep in the omega’s cunt. “But the inducer has you too riled up. We gotta take the edge off first so that I don’t hurt you. So let go baby, alpha’s here to catch you, don’t worry.”
Tim comes with a mangled cry of pain and pleasure, his orgasm tearing itself from him with brutal force. He hiccups as his cunt contracts again and again around Jason’s fingers, able to recognize with what is left of his mind how much more overwhelmingly intense this first orgasm would have been if it was the alpha’s knot he was squeezing down on instead. He hiccups small pathetic little sobs, all the while Jason coos and murmurs sweet reassurances to him. The hand that had been pressing him down against the bed has switched to petting soothing circles across his twitching midsection, while the fingers inside him are oh so carefully removed.
Tim continues to breathe shakily, still blinking tears from his eyes, as Jason brings his fingers to his mouth and begins sucking the omega’s slick off of them.
Jason honest to god groans at the taste, licking at his fingers to get every last drop.
“Jesus, Baby Bird, the taste of you. If you didn’t need to be fucked so badly, I’d eat you out until you begged me to stop.”
“Next time,” Tim squeaks, already imagining Jason’s tongue between his thighs.
Jason just smirks, grabbing Tim by the knees and hoisting the omega’s legs up and open.
“Next time,” he repeats back, leaning down to capture Tim’s lips once more. When he pulls away, Tim doesn’t even have time to breathe before the alpha is rocking forward, his thick alpha cock filling Tim all at once. All Tim can do is make a punched out little noise, eyes going wide as the alpha begins to set a deliciously brutal pace. It’s so very different from the slow finger fucking he had just received, Jason’s cock stretching him so much wider than his fingers ever could and reaching deeper inside him than Tim ever thought was possible.
His hands fly up to grasp at the alpha’s shoulders, mouth hanging open as he attempts to fill his lungs with air only to have it all leave him with every thrust into his pliant body.
“So fucking good for me baby, such a good omega,” Jason moans, head falling into the crook of Tim’s neck where he begins to mouth at the scent gland there. “Alpha’s got you baby, alpha’s gonna take care of everything for you. God, I can’t believe you came to me baby, I can’t believe you trusted me.”
Tim’s head lists to the side, exposing more of his throat to the alpha. The heat inside him has hit a boiling point, his limbs turned to jelly and his brain floating floating floating away. All he can do is whine high in his throat as the alpha continues to fuck into him—whine and whimper and beg without words for his alpha’s cock.
It feels so warm inside him, so warm and thick and pulsing as it spears into his body and carves out a space inside Tim that belongs solely to Jason.
Each thrust is sure and powerful. The alpha’s weight pressing Tim further and further into the mattress is a reassuring pressure. A purr begins to rumble from the omega’s throat, omega instincts relaxed and oh so happy to be covered by his alpha and bred so well.
Tim can feel the alpha’s knot beginning to expand, can feel the warm burn in his cunt as the growing knot is pushed and pulled from his body over and over again. Tim mewls, trying and failing to rearrange his legs so that he can wrap them around his alpha’s hips, wrap them tight and keep his alpha’s cock deep inside his cunt as the knot expands and locks them into place. But alpha just continues to fuck into his body, seemingly intent on driving Tim insane.
Tim can feel his toes curling, as his breath begins to hitch once more. He’s so close. So very very close. Alpha’s knot popping in and out of his fucked out cunt is driving him to the edge but something is holding him back from falling.
“Alpha,” Tim cries, nails digging into Jason’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood. “Alpha.”
“Alpha’s got you, baby,” Jason pants against the omega’s throat. “Alpha’s gonna knot you so good. Gonna pump you full and breed you up. Would you like that, baby? Would you like alpha to give you a pup?”
Tim sobs, burying his own face against the alpha’s shoulder. It’s all too much, the heat still boiling in his veins and the perfect torture of Jason fucking him. The alpha’s words just send him higher, as the omega imagines what it would be like to swell with his alpha’s young, to watch little ones grow and protect them from all harm and love them so so so much.
Somewhere, his rational brain knows that he’s not ready for pups, knows that he’s on enough birth control that even having an alpha share his heat with him unprotected won’t result in him falling pregnant.
But the feral heated part of his brain, the animal brain that currently has control, wants his alpha’s pups more than it's ever wanted anything.
“Wan’ your pups, alpha,” Tim slurs. “I’ll be so good to em, will love em so much.”
Jason groans, hips thrusting forward in a single powerful movement, knot expanding out to finally lock them into place. Tim keens as the knot continues to expand inside him, head thrown back and body squirming at the feeling. But Jason just rumbles above him, arms coming up to bracket Tim in closer. Despite being unable to continue thrusting, Jason shifts to grinding their hips together, chasing both his own and Tim’s end.
Tim’s body does it’s best to arch off the bed under the weight of Jason, limbs twitching as he meets his second orgasm with a high pitched whine. The alpha is quick to follow, the tight sensation of the omega’s body clenching down on his knot rhythmically enough to push him over the edge. The omega purrs happily at the feeling of the alpha’s come filling him up, warm and thick and viral.
With a knot in his cunt, come in his belly, and an alpha covering and pressing him down into the mattress, the desperate heat that had been boiling inside him finally begins to die down into a low and persistent simmer.
Tim let’s his eyes fall shut as Jason begins to nose and lick at the omega’s throat, scenting him further and praising the omega wordlessly.
“Mmm… love you…” Tim murmurs, body heavy and sleep beginning to steal at his body. He’s safe and warm and full, his instincts telling him his alpha’s got him and that it’s safe to sleep.
Tim hardly notices the way Jason freezes above him, or the way the alpha carefully grabs his chin and tips his head back upright so that they’re face to face.
He’s mostly unconscious when Jason leans back down to press a long soft kiss to his scent gland, almost like a promise, before carefully pressing their foreheads together.
“Love you too, Baby Bird.”
When Tim wakes next, it’s to Jason pressing a bottle of lemonade Gatorade to his lips with a soft smile.