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The alarm clock said 5:28 am when the phone on Dick’s nightstand pinged. The second phone, laying right next to it, pinged a moment later. Neither of the young men on the bed paid any attention, too wrapped up in each other.
Jason was on top of Dick, and Dick shivered at the deliciousness of it. So new, and strange, being weighted down like a warm heavy blanket draped over him. Dick giggled as Jason nipped at his neck. Jason smelled like young alpha, waves of uneven charcoal musk coming off of him.
Dick felt driven to this, driven towards the addicting sensations still new to both of them. Jason ground his hips between the V of Dick’s clothed legs, his cock hard and full through his clothing. Dick arched his back, pressing his groin into the grind, whimpering.
“Wait,” Dick whispered, and Jason froze, then pulled away.
“But you told me to-”
“I want to touch it.”
Jason froze again, eyes wide, hovering above Dick as Dick reached for Jason’s fly.
Slowly, daringly, Dick’s hand trailed lower, playing with the band of Jason’s jeans, grabbing the zipper between two lovely fingers and pulling down. Jason bit his lip, glancing between Dick’s hand and Dick’s face, images of Dick’s face covered in his cum coming to him, and he held his breath as Dick reached in between the open zipper to press his hand down Jason’s pants, the teeth of the metal zipper hugging wrist.
“You don’t have to,” Jason whispered, afraid to break the spell.
“I want to,” Dick whispered back. He wrapped his hand around Jason’s swelling cock, the thin layer of Jason’s cotton underwear the only barrier between them.
“It’s so much bigger than mine,” Dick said, finding the head of the cock with his thumb, running the pad of his finger around the rim.
“I’d hope so,” Jason laughed.
“Do you wanna compare?” Dick whispered back with a wicked smile.
Jason’s eyes, already dilated, looked almost black in the dim morning light scattered through the window blinds. “Maybe.”
There was another set of pings, their phones lighting up. Jason glanced between the nightstand and the bedroom door.
“It’s locked,” Dick whispered, coy smile on his face, squeezing Jason’s cock a little too hard. Jason wasn’t sure if it was inexperience or wickedness.
Jason’s hand trailed up from Dick’s knee, over thigh, to his crotch, feeling the small bundle there underneath Dick’s zipper. Jason breathed through his mouth, Dick’s sweet caramel scent filling his head, fogging his brain. Dick pouted, then thrust his hips against Jason’s hand. “Touch me,” Dick moaned.
Jason held the cute omega cocklet in his hand, through jeans and underwear, and marveled at the way it perfectly fit in his palm. He gently played with it, liking the noises Dick made, liking the way Dick’s legs curled around his hips, bracketing Jason.
“Don’t you want to see?” Dick whispered, all seduction, nothing innocent at all about his smirk.
“Maybe I want to skip the foreplay and fuck you right now,” Jason said, a growl growing in his voice.
Dick giggled. “Oh? I bet you can’t pin me.” Then he tried to kick Jason off.
They tussled playfully, Jason trying to get a good grip, Dick wiggling and slippery like a snake. It took immense effort on Jason’s part press Dick’s body down against the mattress, hands capturing Dick’s wrists, Jason’s cock grinding against Dick’s ass.
“Maybe I should scruff you right now, and show you how to behave,” Jason said gruffly.
Dick wiggled underneath him, digging into the blankets like a cat kneading dough. “I bet you can’t,” he said, sing song.
“I bet I can,” Jason growled back, mouth moving from Dick’s shoulder to the very back of his neck. Dick made a soft sound below moaning long and low, arching his back to press his neck and ass against Jason.
There were three sudden, hard raps on the bedroom door. The knob began to jiggle. Jason and Dick shot apart.
Jason jumped so far back that he tipped himself over the edge of the bed, pinwheeling momentarily, then sliding off, bringing some of the sheets with him. Dick, thankfully still fully clothed, reached for him.
“Good morning, boys!” Bruce yelled through the door. “I just thought I would make sure you two didn’t waste the day away!” His tone was falsely cheerful, the type of fake he would use at galas and with reporters. The jiggling of the doorknob became a rattle of a key, and Jason knew with certainty that the door was about to open.
He had just a second to push himself back into his jeans, desperately zipping them up just in time for the door to swing open. Bruce stood in the doorway with a strange mix of smugness and displeasure in his scent and expression, waving the key at them. Behind him stood Alfred, looking as prim as ever, with a rather skeptical tilt to one eyebrows.
“Good morning! Jason was missing from his bedroom so I thought I would pop in, and see if you knew where he was. Oh, hello Jason.”
Jason went pale white and panicked, looking like a man about to be executed.
“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Bruce asked, all false cheer. “Oh my, this room is dreadfully… stale. Open a window would you?”
Neither boy moved from where they were frozen, but that didn’t stop Bruce from walking right in, circling around the bed, and opening a window himself.
“Right. Alfred was thinking we should have an early breakfast today, and I thought that was a wonderful idea. I’ll see you boys there soon. Oh, and remember… the door stays open.” With that, Bruce left the room, very deliberately leaving the door wide open.
“Oh my god,” Jason wilted in mortification, burying his face in the bedsheets.
“That’s not fair!” Dick huffed, angry indignation over his face. “He gets up to all sorts of trouble, sleeps with dozens of women and omegas, and yet here he is acting like he expects us to die virgins.”
“Not until you die, Master Dick,” Alfred, who had disappeared after Bruce, peeked in from around the door, revealing he had never truly left. “Only until you are eighteen, and no longer our responsibility. However since you are so intent on this… ‘trouble’, perhaps it is time we return to the talk about condoms and birth control.”
Dick fumed as Alfred left again. Jason, still un-recovered, dragged himself into Dick’s armoire, comforter included, bundled himself inside, and firmly shut the door. “I need a cigarette,” he mumbled, barely audible through the door.
“You’re not acting like much of an alpha,” Dick snapped at Jason.
From muffled inside the closet, Jason said, “I’m not challenging Bruce for you.”
Dick, rightly put out, at least in his own opinion, threw a stuffed toy at the closet. He grabbed Zitka, held her tightly, and fumed.
A moment later, another person came to the door. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Tim said.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Dick mimicked mockingly.
Tim ignored him, looking around the bedroom. “Jason, are you alive?”
“No,” was Jason’s answer from within the armoire. “Go away.”
“Alright-ie,” Tim replied. “But seriously, you two should be glad it was Bruce and not Damian who crashed your party.”
This time Dick was the one to wilt, pulling the bedsheets over his head.
Breakfast was awkward as fuck.
Bruce, Alfred, and Tim pretended nothing had happened, eating their scones and sausage. Jason poked at his food, evidently not hungry. Dick openly sulked, to the suspicion of Damian.
“Is there something all of you are not telling me?” Damian ultimately demanded.
Jason, who had finally started eating his sausage, slowed in his chewing, his eyes un-focusing to gain a thousand yard stare.
Bruce chewed as he stalled for time.
“I had a nightmare,” Tim lied. “Woke up the others.”
“You lie. I did not hear anything this morning, except for father and the butler speaking in the hallway.”
“I heard it,” Dick piped up.
“Indeed,” Alfred said sardonically.
Jason stayed quiet.
“Oh? Did he squeal in fear like a pig?”
“Damian,” Bruce chastised.
Damian was unmoved. “Richard, what are these perjurers hiding?”
Dick smiled. “Alfred caught Bruce sneaking upstairs.”
Damian frowned further. “From downstairs? Or from some grisette’s clutches?”
“Which do you think?” Dick smirked.
Damian frowned at the room, then at his father. “I doubt that you all would try to hide father’s presence downstairs from me, as their is no dishonor in his work.”
Bruce took a long drink of his coffee, neither confirming nor denying.
“What you would try to hide from me,” Damian began, “would be any obscene activity between these two adolescent cretins.” He glared at Dick and then Jason.
Jason, who had until now kept his mouth shut, began to tense in defensiveness. Tim sighed. Alfred blinked long in an act of patience. Bruce sat up straighter.
“Am I wrong?” Damian demanded. “Were you two fooling around again?”
Dick sulked and Jason barred his teeth.
“You’re not our alpha-” Jason began.
“Jason snuck into Dick’s room again,” Tim added. Dick glared at him in betrayal. Tim shrugged.
“I see,” Damian said with distaste, pushing his chair away from the table. “I’ll let father’s imbecilicly lax discipline punish Todd. Be grateful, boy,” Damian growled at Jason, “Father handles you like a babe. My grandfather would not let such a challenge would go unanswered. Richard, with me.”
“Noooo,” Dick whined.
“I’m not sure I want anymore of your ideas being taught to Master Dick,” Alfred interrupted.
“Richard welcomes my mentorship, and if he wants that mentorship to continue, then he will abide by my code.”
“Nonsense-” Alfred started.
“It’s all right,” Bruce interrupted, looking thoughtful. “I don’t agree with your mother’s… values,” he told Damian, “but I think this might be a learning moment for both you and Dick. I suspect you will be the one to walk away with a stronger lesson.”
“You mean-” Dick said with glee.
“Argue with him as much as you like,” Bruce said with a small smile, as if offering a gift. “And when you two boys are done, I want to talk to you one on one.”
“Let’s go!”
Damian looked consternated. “I will be the one to deal out the lessons.”
It wasn’t the first time Dick had heard this particular lesson. In fact, he had talked through the confusing ideas that Damian gave him with Bruce once before.
The cave was cloaked in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of dimly lit lights scattered throughout the space. Damian began the set of katas, his muscular physique moving with a silent grace, his intense eyes reflecting years of discipline and dedication.
Stepping forward, dick grounded his feet into a solid stance. He balled his hands into tight fists, mirroring Damian's movements, and confidently began to execute the strikes.
“You are wasting a tool you can only use once,” Damian began, demonstrating a series of precise strikes, his movements cutting through the air with lethal precision.
Dick rolled his eyes, imitating Damian’s movements and speed. “Bruce says virginity is just a concept.”
“Money is a concept,” Damian argued. “The paper and metal we barter with is near worthless, yet we treat it as if gold. Sex is a unique form of bartering that you as an omega will have access too, and your ‘virginity’ will be worth most of all.”
“Bruce says I should only sleep with people I really like and care about.”
“Tt. Father embraces a saccharine idea of sex, as a romantic ‘gift’ to be given.” Damian watched closely, his piercing gaze dissecting every detail. He silently moved towards Dick, a figure shrouded in darkness, and adjusted his stance with firm hand, emphasizing the importance of proper alignment. “I am arguing that sex is a resource that you will use to get what you want. Gift sex to Todd if you are truly inclined, but at least wait until you have used your virginity in the most profitable way possible.”
Dick scrunched his nose in disgust. “Who am I supposed to use it on? Two Face? Penguin? Yuck.”
“Foolish. Criminals who steal everything they have would have nothing to give in return. The battlefield you are most likely to use this tool on will be in business. You could ensnare one of the Jones or McCarther boys, and curry their allegiance to you or to father. Better yet, you could entrap one of their fathers. Such a move would allow you to build influence not just through favor, but through a lead rope, allowing you to direct power men.”
“Ugh, I don’t want to deal with ‘business’ stuff. You and Tim can handle that.”
“Yes, Wayne Enterprises is yet another battlefield in which Drake challenges me.”
“And I don’t want to sleep with old men. Bruce told me to tell him if you try to make me.”
“I would never!” Damian protested. “Your sex is a tool which belongs to you and you alone. Influencing you would be like the theft of a heritage. I simply want you to understand how valuable your virginity is, before you give it away to a knotless little-”
“I like Jason,” Dick argued. “I like him a lot. I know you think sex should be a ‘tool’ and whatever, but I just want to have fun. And Bruce won’t even let me have that.”
“Father is wise to hold you back, even if its for the wrong reasons.”
“I think Bruce would say the same thing about you.”
Their argument was interrupted by the study door opening, admitting Bruce and then Tim, who both quickly jogged down the stairs.
“Suit up,” Bruce ordered. “Poison Ivy.”
“Let me guess,” Damian retorted. “Robinson Park.”
“Does anyone else ever attack the park?” Dick said, running for his Robin suit.
“Penguin attacked the ice skaters last year,” Tim replied, adjusting his owl-like Oracle mask.
“And since then Poison Ivy has attacked the park twice,” Damian shot back, pulling on a suit that looked almost identical to Batman’s. Almost.
“It’s where her powers are strongest in the city,” Bruce acknowledged, like they all didn’t know that already. “Where’s Cardinal?”
“Here!” Jason called out, Alfred behind him.
“The girls say they’re on the way to the park right now,” Tim added, looking up from his phone.
“Good. We’ll need all the crowd control we can get,” Bruce said.
Everyone was in costume within minutes.
"Robin," Bruce turned to face Dick. The weight of his gaze made it clear that this was an important discussion. "You and Batgirl will take charge of patrolling the perimeter, ensuring that no more civilians fall into Ivy's trap."
“What?” Dick gasped, offense covering his face. “That’s not fair! You're treating me like I'm just a kid, but I'm not!"
Bruce started to explain, "We need someone to manage the perimeter-"
“So make Jason do it! I’m faster and more agile than him, I should be the one in the fight!”
“Hey!” Jason growled, shoving Dick in frustration. “Don’t force the menial shit onto me!”
“Language,” Bruce interjected.
"It's not fair that I always have to do it!" Dick argued, his frustration mounting.
"You always...?" Jason began, feeling indignant. "I had to do the unpleasant jobs before you got here! It's your turn!"
"Robin," Bruce's stern voice focused on Dick, as if he hoped his intensity would make him see reason. "We need your speed and agility to protect civilians," Bruce reasoned.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” Dick shot back.
“Enough!” Damian snapped. “Show respect or stay in the nest.”
Dick clammed up, his face flushed with indignation beneath his domino mask, but he remained silent.
"It's nothing personal," Oracle tried to reason. "We only have four of the new masks ready, and the rest of us already have prior experience with Ivy."
"Then make me one!" Dick demanded.
"We will," Bruce said, his voice firm yet gentle. "But not today."
"You're treating me like I'm just a kid, but I'm not!" Dick stamped his foot, frustration and determination evident in his eyes. "You know how her vines are attack everyone. You need someone quick at dodging and skilled at navigating difficult spaces. That's me! It's foolish to put me on crowd control. Make Jason or Tim do it-"
“This isn’t a discussion,” Bruce barked, patience gone from his voice. Tim bit his lip, doubtlessly wanting to rebuke Dick as well.
"You're really full of yourself," Jason muttered, his own anger simmering beneath the surface.
Not for the first time, Bruce thought that their relationship was immature and tenuous, and wished he had had the resolve to force them apart when it all began.
"These are our orders. Oracle and Black Bat,” a nod to Damian, “you'll approach from the east side using the Batplane. You might have to fight your way in," Bruce explained, laying out the plan. "Cardinal, you and I will enter from the southwest in the Batmobile. Dick, you'll ride with us initially, and then meet up with Batgirl to manage the perimeter, preventing anyone from entering and assisting anyone trying to escape."
“What about the girls?” Tim asked.
“I suspect Orphan and Spoiler will have engaged Ivy by the time we get there. We’ll integrate appropriately once we’re all together.”
The boys nodded. Robin still looked mutinous, his lips curled over his teeth, but it looked no more threatening than a kitten growling. Several steps away Cardinal had his arms crossed, his own anger simmering.
“Go,” Bruce said to the two eldest. Tim and Damian nodded, then left for the Batplane.
The rest of them piled into the Batmobile, Dick pouting from the backseat. He and Jason were less than a year apart, and Dick was showing, quoting Damian, "An aptitude that far exceeded the others at his age." He was better and he knew it. He could win a fight against Tim or Jason three times out of five. Tim had to keep him at a distance, while Jason had begun to rely on pinning Dick to the ground. With enough practice, Dick could beat all of them, he knew it. Only Damian seemed to hold any pride in Dick's ability, and that had only developed after Bruce forced the two of them to work together. The other boys knew he was going to be better than them, and resented him. Robin was going to be Batman's greatest sidekick of all time. Or Robin would be, if they would stop treating holding him back. He'd taken down Penguin and Pyg; he was ready to take on the chemicals that Poison Ivy and Scarecrow used.
"What was it like?" Dick had asked nearly a year ago in Jason’s bedroom after the older boy had recovered enough from exposure to fear gas to sleep in his own room.
Jason had stayed quiet for a long moment, laying on his side, facing away from Dick. Dick had twisted restlessness in the desk chair, and for once Jason didn’t tell him to knock it off.
"It was like… reliving the worst days of my life as a nightmare.”
Dick had dreamed of his parents falling that night.
At the memory Dick felt a touch of dread, a touch of hesitancy. But this wasn’t Crane. It was just Ivy.
"High five, Robin!" Spoiler exclaimed cheerfully as he joined her and Batgirl. "Glad you made it."
Robin returned the high five with a grin. "Where's Orphan?" he inquired, scanning the area.
"She's fighting Ivy," Spoiler replied, her confident demeanor faltering momentarily as her eyes flickered towards the entangled mass of giant vines. "But! We've got our own challenges ahead. Come on!"
The trio circled the perimeter of Robinson Park once, rescuing six civilians along the way. After that, they split up, with Spoiler taking charge of the west side while Batgirl and Robin covered the eastern side.
Within Robinson Park, the sounds of intense fighting and destruction echoed through the air. The Batplane hovered above, and Robin couldn't help but wonder if anyone was still aboard.
It was during this liminal time that some idiots decided to rob an electronics store on the north-eastern side of Robinson Park.
“I’ve got some mundane baddies stealing TVs and stereos off the perimeter,” Robin reported. He could imagine Spoiler opening her mouth, about to give orders. "I'm going in," he declared before her response could reach his ears.
The targeted shop was a rent-to-own store located next to a payday lender. The doors to both establishments had been forcefully thrown open, displaying damaged locks. Two masked men were seen hauling a television towards a waiting box truck idling in front of the store.
Robin paused for a brief moment, contemplating his next move. He could either pursue the men carrying the stolen merchandise or focus on apprehending the getaway vehicle.
He went after the box truck.
“Hi! Mind if I catch a ride?” Robin waved through the cab’s window. The man inside was similarly masked, but so close Robin could see his blue eyes go wide.
Robin attempted to open the truck door; the man panicked, and all hell broke lose. The box truck suddenly squealed into reverse, burned tire, and sped away from the store going backwards.
Robin, who had managed to get the cab door open, held on for dear life.The box truck careened across the four-lane street, heading straight into the park where Ivy's wrathful flora awaited.
"Go the other way! Go the other way!" Robin screamed, his voice filled with urgency. The truck crashed, ramming forcefully into a dense thicket of tree-like vines. The plants reacted with fury, wraping around and crushing the trailer as if a kraken were ensnaring a foolhardy ship.
The driver seemed to get the message because he shifted into drive, attempting to pull free from Ivy's jungle with only half of the trailer left. In front of them, more vines swarmed, blocking the way out of the jungle. The gigantic vines swarmed over the cab, bringing it to an full stop. The getaway driver, eyes wide like a mad cow, had enough sense to grab Robin off the door, and pull him into the cab, slamming all the doors shut, rolling all the windows up, and hitting the locks.
Poison Ivy’s vines squeezed angrily. The cab protested under the pressure. They could hear metal buckling, and the windshield cracked once, then twice, then fractured into a spiderweb, but the safety glass held.
“Holy fuck,” the truck driver muttered. “Holy fuck.”
“Ivy just wants to paralyze anyone coming in. The vines are crowd control.” Robin said calmly, holding one short arm in front of the getaway driver, like a mother holding an arm in front of her child as a car hit the breaks, hoping the man wouldn’t panic. “If we stay here and don’t move, we’ll be fine.” Remaining motionless was the last thing Robin wanted to do, but safeguarding the civilian took priority now, even if the civilian was a robber.
The vines continued to tighten their grip, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, Robin feared they would be crushed to death. However, the cab miraculously held strong. Strange popping sounds echoed, followed by the hiss of released air. Robin quickly realized what was happening as the scent of flowers permeated the air.
“Don’t worry,” Robin said to the man next to him as pink flooded the air. “This is just Ivy’s way… of…” He didn’t finish what he meant to say.
Dick woke up slowly. The air was thick. The vines wrapped around the cab seemed to vibrate with energy. He felt, he felt-
His cock was so hard. His core clenched with want. His back arched as he leaned back, rolling his head against the pleather seats of the cabin.
“Hey. Hey. Fuck. Are you okay?” A foreign voice asked. Dick rolled his head to the side to see a complete stranger beside him. The man had a round face, round eyes, and a round belly. The ski mask was gone, he was sweating profusely, and blinking his blue eyes repeatedly like he was trying to stay awake. “Fuck, I’m so- But I- Are-are you okay, kid?”
Dick shut his eyes, trying not to think around the heat building in his belly. He was with a civilian. They were in Robinson Park. Poison Ivy had attacked. They were in the cab of a box truck. They were- They were-
“It’s Poison Ivy. She distracts people with her… her…” He couldn’t remember what he was trying to say. He gestured towards the air, hoping that the man understood. The way he felt, it was because of Ivy. Did the man feel the same way? Like a hunger was building in his belly, and he wanted something in him, in him, carving into him, rutting, taking him until he screamed.
Dick opened his eyes, realizing he was sweating profusely too. Everything felt humid and hot like a jungle. That wasn’t right. It was fall in New Jersey. It had been cool and crisp outside before… before…
He looked at the man next to him, remembering that he needed to check the civilian’s condition, and his eyes wandered down, down to the man’s crotch, where the man’s cock stood erect, standing between his fly. The fabric was wet. Dick’s mouth watered. He shouldn’t be reacting to a stranger like this.
The man covered him crotch with a hand. Dick could see a bit of white seminal fluid on the hand. “Sorry. It’s nothing. I just had to… to…” the man said.
“It’s okay,” Dick answered. “Bru- Batman, he always has to jack off afterwards. Jay gets really mean if I walk in on him doing it.”
“I jacked off once already,” said the man beside him. “I’m still so hard. My knot hurts. It hurts so much. I can’t get it to go down. How long has it been?”
Dick looked to the time on the truck’s dash. It said 3:49 PM. What did that mean? Ivy had attacked around 1 PM. The team had left the cave by 1:15. He didn’t know when the team had arrived in Robinson Park, probably before 1:30, or when the getaway driver had drove them into the Ivy’s jungle. They might have been unconscious for just five minutes, or for over two hours.
Doing that simple math took an embarrassingly long time. He should have been able to come up with it in a second. He couldn’t think. Why was he thinking about numbers when his cocklet was so taunt and sore, with his insides clenched down on nothingness? He was in heat, who cared about math? His nipples were hard and peaked and every brush of fabric over them hurt in the best way.
Dick turned away from the civilian, curling his body towards the passenger door. He pressed his palm against his cock. He couldn’t help it. He desperately needed the pressure, the stimulation, anything.
“The only way to handle Ivy’s sex pollen is to… handle it. Don’t look. Just keep jacking yourself off,” Dick ordered, while slipping a hand into his shorts, to move the cup out of the way. He hissed at how sensitive he was. His cock was burning hot, and harder than it had ever been, even during his single previous heat. Heat then had felt like rolling waves of arousal, a desperate need to run his hands over his body and between his legs. This wasn’t like that. This was like a being stuck in a hurricane in the middle of the ocean, losing sight of land.
Dick slipped both hands into his underwear, one hand desperately stroking his cock, the other slipping in-between the lips of his pussy to finger himself in the most un-fulfilling of ways. He wished he had a toy with him: the small bullet vibrator, or the thin dildo with a knot on the end. He’d never been able to take the knot, never quite willing to push hard enough to force it in, but he had loved the feel of the knot beneath him, had rode the toy by grinding down on it in his bed, clenching around the length, feeling the pressure of the small silicone knot right at his entrance, spreading the lips of his pussy, the threat of it popping inside.
The memory did it, making his cocklet ejaculate, his back arch, and made him cry out.
That should have made the ache of heat subside momentarily, but it didn’t. The desire seemed to double, the need growing hungrier in his belly. Dick sobbed at the horrid pleasure of it, then doubled down on stroking and touching himself.
Beside him he could hear the alpha furiously jacking himself. Why weren’t they mating? Dick wondered. Because they couldn’t. They just couldn’t.
Eventually the need became hopelessness. Dick sobbed, frustrated, angry, and needy.
“Hey, hey. It’d okay.” Dick looked up over his shoulder to see the hovering hands of the man next to him. The alpha’s expression was concerned, his face flushed bright red. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” the man repeated, placing his sticky, disgusting fingers gently on Dick’s shoulders. The man smelled of alpha musk and tomato soup. It was disgusting, and so banally human that it was almost comforting.
Dick hadn’t smelled the scent of mundane American body odor since he lived in the circus. At the manor they ate jasmine rice, and artisan bread, and a range of broths, and fresh fruit. At the circus they had eaten the same lunch day after day after day, tomato or chicken noodle soup with ham sandwiches. Dinner was a repeating shuffle of spaghetti and tacos and meatloaf and pierogi. The same thing, week after week. Dick had hated meatloaf day. Now, strangely, he yearned for it, for the familiar.
Dick burst into tears. The civilian, alarmed, pulled him into a lopsided hug. The man’s hands made an aborted attempt to pat him on the head, but moved down again to stay on Dick’s clothes.
“Shh, shh. It’s all gonna be okay. Every thing’s okay.” The alpha rocked Dick in his arms, and it reminded Dick of Uncle Haley, of the alphas and betas at the circus, who he used to get daily hugs from. He only cried harder.
He didn’t want to think of this man as Uncle Haley. He didn’t want to think of the men and women he missed, who were close as family, yet somehow not good enough to keep him. He didn’t want to think of his old family, because of how sad it made him, and because he was pretty sure that this man and he, they were so close to, they were going to-
Dick didn’t want to wait for it to happen, not when he was so sore and wanting inside, not when there was an alpha’s cock not even six inches from him.
Dick pulled himself from the man’s arms, and looked down at the man’s lap. His cock was thicker than any Dick had seen before, a little shorter than he would have preferred, but still so intimidating.
“Kid, you don’t have to- I mean, I want you, god I want you, but you don’t have to-”
Dick lifted one leg over the man’s lap to straddle him. The heat of their crotches were so close together, radiating. Dick slowly sank down, letting his weight rest over the cock below him, let it slip between the lips of his pussy, covered by his panties. He shuddered at the burning hot touch.
The man’s big hands stroked down Dick’s head and back. Dick tried to keep the image of himself in Uncle Haly’s lap away, the memory of being soothed by the man’s hands when Dick had broken his birthday present. But he was also aware of the awkward stickiness of both their hands, of the pure unknown-ness of this man. He didn’t even know this man’s name.
“Shit, that feels good. You’re so small. It’s going to be okay,” the man repeated again, and Dick felt anger and irritation rise in his chest. He didn’t want to be talked to like he was a dumb dog in heat. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to be in his head right now. Jason. He wanted to think about Jason. Jason who was nothing like this round, fat man. Jason who was tall and thin, with big hands, knobby knees, knobby shoulders, and sharp elbows. Jason who Dick could annoy, annoy into wrestling him down, an older boy to tease and play with, until the day when they both realized how close together their bodies actually were.
Dick closed his eyes and keened, leaning so far back that his back pressed against the horn. Witless, he shot forward at the noise, alarmed, afraid, confused, back into the man’s arms. The man wrapped his arms tightly around him, tucking Dick’s head under his chin, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. It felt so good, grinding down on that solid length against the inflamed, slick part of himself.
The man’s hands dragged down Dick’s body until they clasped Dick’s hips, the gentle grasp pressing their cores more firmly together. Dick arched his back, gyrated his hips, enjoying the feel of it. He could feel this thick round knob of the man’s knot attached to the pole of his cock, and let his hips meet it with blatant desire, imagining what it might feel to have it inside him; that cock spearing into his belly, that knot right at the base of his insides, squeezing on it, grinding on it, caught on it-
Dick cried out, high pitched and helpless, his head arching back, the world going loud with trumpets as his back hit the horn again. His shriek cut short as his painfully empty pussy pulsed and gripped on nothingness, his voice cutting with each painfully bereft clench of his orgasm.
The man rushed to pull down Robin’s panties, yanking them barely below Dick’s hips, digging his hand into the front of Robin’s shorts as quickly as possible, digging between his pussy lips, two fingers reaching, pressing, curling into him, until Dick’s knotting muscles finally caught around the two knuckles the man gave him. Dick squealed, squeezing down on the hard, knobby knot inside him.
“That’s it sweetie,” the man said, as Dick pulsed around his curled index and middle finger. “That’s it. There you go. Just let it happen. Good girl. Ride my fingers, baby.”
The waves of the orgasm slowly ebbed, and Dick came back to himself, perched in the lap of an unknown civilian, caught loosely on the man’s knuckles. It was the first time he had ever come around something knot-like. He’d never dared to actually press the knot on his heat toys into himself. He always got off on the fantasy of it, on the imminent press of it against his hole, so close to taking him.
The man uncurled his fingers, and pulled them away. Dick whimpered as the touch left him. He felt so empty. He just wanted a cock with a knot, to sooth him, to fall asleep on.
“God, you’re so young,” the man said, his hands stroking down Dick’s naked thighs. “Fuck. I really want to feel that tight little pussy of your’s on my knot. God. My wife used to be this small. But I never. I wouldn’t have. He was just a brat at your age, I would never have touched him back then.”
“I want it,” Dick muttered, sullenly.
“Okay,” the man said, raising his hands up again to grab Dick’s panties by the thumbs. “Here. Put your legs together.”
Together, they got the scaly panties down Dick’s legs, and over his feet. It ended with Dick’s knees up to his chest, and the man’s big hands around under his knees, then around him ankles.
Dick was aware how he much have looked; like a fairy or pixie, legs curled up coltishly, the bright red dampness of his cunt revealed between two feet, and so, so close to the man’s exposed cock. Carefully, because he was leaning against the steering wheel again, Dick spread his knees. Both of their gazes drifted down to stare at the wet, red slit at the apex of his hips, the little red cocklet at the top, and the hole hidden beneath.
The man swallowed, and wet his lips. “He probably looked just like that, back when he was as small as you.”
“I need something in me,” Dick whispered, not sure if he was eager or ashamed.
“I know, sweetie. I know. God, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? I shouldn’t be your first time. That should be someone your own age, someone you like. Maybe when you’re a little older.”
“I’m not a fucking kid!” Dick spat in frustration, kicking the man in the shoulder.
“Okay! I’m sorry! God, you’re a bossy little bitch. Just like my wife.”
“I’m not your wife,” Dick scowled.
“I know you’re not. Fuck. I know you’re not.”
Growing impatient, Dick scooted his hips further down, to press their crotches together again. It was different this time, exposed, bare, hot skin against bare, hot skin. He whined, growing desperate as the waves of heat started to climb again. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Please.”
“Fuck,” the man muttered back, and Dick knew this was something they both wanted nearly as much as neither of them wanted it. He didn’t want to know this man’s name, didn’t want to ever know who this man was, but he wanted his cock so desperately he was either going to fuck himself down on it, or swallow it down his throat.
“Here,” the man said, slipping a thumb into Dick’s cunt. Dick bucked and squeezed around it, disappointed at the small size, but knowing more was finally coming. The man used his other hands to direct his cock. The knot at the bottom was inflamed red, and a little lopsided, and that just made Dick want it more. Would it tilt to the left inside him, the way it did beneath him? Would he struggle to take the slightly bigger right side of the knot? He hoped he did. He hoped it was too big, too full, too much inside him. He hope it was so big it caught inside him, impossible to pull out.
The man gripped Dick by the thighs, and spread Dick’s legs further, and pressed his cock between Dick’s lips. The man’s cock crawled up Dick’s belly, the head kissing Dick’s belly button.
“You’re so small,” the man marveled again.
“Pleaaase,” Dick plead.
“I’m gonna break you,” the man said.
“Break me,” Dick said. “Please.”
“Show me that tiny little pussy.” The man spread Dick’s pussy with his thumbs again, and Dick couldn’t help but clench in wanting. “I’m gonna pop that little cherry,” the man said. “Hang you on my cock like a ragdoll.”
“Please!” Dick begged.
The man maneuvered Dick’s legs down again, got Dick on his knees so that he could position the boy over him. Dick let his knees spread wider, let himself sink down by millimeters, feeling the pressure of the large cock head spreading his lips, pressing against his small hole.
The man grasped Dick’s hips, and pulled him down a centimeter more, and the pressure hit. The tip of the man’s cock sunk into him, and the cockhead hit the limit of give in Dick’s tiny pussy. For a moment Dick was afraid the man was just going to push right through his flesh, but the man started that rolling grind between them again. A tiny press of pressure, a sweet release, then the gentle pressure again, the mess of Dick’s slick making it all too easy. “Just enjoy it, baby,” the man said. “We’re not going anywhere. I’ll have you caught on my knot sooner than you know.”
It was with that slow bump and grind that Dick eventually realized the whole cockhead was inside him. With each rise and glide it seems to go a millimeter deeper into him. It was both more painful and easier than he would have ever guessed his first time would be. At times it felt like the cock was cutting into him, like it was more than just his hymen being torn, like his inside channel was truly being carved open. Upon release the glide was so smooth Dick’s spread knees trembled.
It went on for ages and eons between them, until Dick suddenly found his breath hitching again, found his back arching, his eyes shutting-
The horn blared like the pain inside of him, as he squeezed tight, tight, tight around the cock fully inside him, as far down as he could go. It was so hot. So thick and meaty, inside him, filling him right, the way he was meant to be. Fingers and dildos had never been right, he had never felt right until now.
Except it wasn’t quite right. The catch was too loose. Dick could lift his hips up, would feel the length seesaw inside of him and that wasn’t right-
The man’s hands grasped Dick’s thin hips, dragging Dick all the way down, caught, yes, Dick couldn’t pull away, yes, that was right, and there was pressure, and pain, something too big trying to pry it’s way inside him, and Dick bit his lip-
The man tried to buck up, an impossible tasks seated the way he way. Dick squealed, clenching down so hard he couldn’t think, there were no thoughts, and pressure, and pain and pleasure.
They stayed together like that, the big fat man bucking awkwardly, his knot pressing, pressing, pressing against Dick, but too thick to go in. That was okay, because Dick came on the cock inside him, thicker than anything he had ever taken before.
They faded together that way. Dick slumped down, boneless in the man’s arms. The man tucked Dick’s head under his chin, and Dick’s mind wandered, untethered, from Uncle Haly to Jason, from Bruce to Damian. Weakly, he clenched around the length inside him, keening.
The mindless bliss lasted as long as it could, which was far too short. The sounds of a fight where growing louder outside, and drove Dick to full consciousness again. He couldn’t let the others see him like this. He couldn’t let any of them know this had happened. He wasn’t supposed to be in the park, and this was exactly why, this was exactly what Bruce had been afraid would happen. And Jason-
Dick pulled himself free of the man. What had felt wonderful before now felt sticky and gross and disgusting. The man, he had- “Fuck,” Dick said softly, looking at the semen on his fingers.
The man stared there too, hands hovering over the place between Dick’s legs, eyes dilated. “Shit,” he said faintly.
“No shit,” Dick shot back.
“Do you know-” the man swallowed. “Do you know what Plan B is?”
“Of course I know what Plan B is,” Dick spat back, unreasonably angry. He took a deep breath, realizing his anger and panic were showing. This was a civilian he was talking to. A stupid one, who was part of a plot to rob a store, but not a hardened criminal, just a dumb joe who was probably desperate for money. “It’s okay. I know I look young, but I’m not. I know exactly how to handle this.”
“I- I- I can,” the man reached for his pockets, likely looking for a wallet, but finding none. Smart thing for a man to do who was robbing a store, leaving his wallet behind. “I’ll ask Chris. He can get you money.”
“I don’t need money,” Dick spat. In fact, all of their utility belts had roughly a hundred dollars in twenties, for emergencies, or for helping civilians, or (unofficially) for snacks. He took another deep breath, remembered one time when he had to perform in front of a bully who had pushed him around at Haley’s. “Money isn’t a problem. I can take care of everything.”
“Are you sure?” The man asked, his dick now limp and lame in his lap. “I can- I- I’ll give you my number-”
“Don’t be an idiot!” Robin snapped. “If we hadn’t fallen into Poison Ivy’s trap I’d be leaving you with the police right now. So just don’t.”
The man quieted down at that.
They stayed separated, Robin testing the doors and windows, the man looking like he was having an existential crisis. Tim had told Dick about civilians they had pulled out of Ivy’s traps, strangers who had gone into heat or rut with each other, and the traumatized looks they had on their faces when they came to. Poison Ivy wasn’t the worst of the Arkham lot, but she also had an agenda to show humans that they were destructive, mindless animals.
And that’s what Dick was, wasn’t he? He knew what happened in Poison Ivy’s zones, once she took over.
They waited and waited. Robin couldn’t get the doors to open. The man tried to be helpful.
After an eternal stretch the hunger came again.
The day had gone south quicker than Santa in July.
The plan had been to pull the job overnight, so that he could call the insurance office first thing in the morning, crying about how he had been robbed. But then the crazy bitch Poison Ivy attacked, and Chris Kringles’ prime real estate had become a liability (again) by being on the edge of Robinson Park.
The damn insurance company had already ‘fully paid out’ for the year on Batman and Arkham-related incidents. If his store or merchandise was damaged by Poison Ivy’s attack, then he wouldn’t get any money.
He needed a good old fashioned burglary.
So he’d called everyone up, had Joshua pull Mickey out of bed during the day (but not telling Joshua why, he was never telling his little brother what was going down) and made the robbery happen right then.
It made sense, right? Criminals would take advantage of a situation like this to rob a store. All the cops were pre-occupied. It was the perfect time to rob a store.
‘Course everything had to go south.
“Mickey! Mickey, you sonnuva bitch, you’d better not be dead or Joshua’s gonna kill me! Mickey? Come on boys, if he’s dead we gotta move ‘im.”
The two big lugheads with him were chopping through the vines with machetes, ski masks still on their faces. All three of the men were sporting hard-ons, and desperately trying to ignore them.
“I think this is it,” one of the men said, as they came upon a story high tangle of vines, obviously wrapped around something big. As the gigantic greenery fell away under their machetes, they could see glimpses of broken glass.
It was the big black man who stopped first. “Hold on,” he said. He squinted in through the side window, where a bright shape of yellow shone through.
“What is that?” Chris demanded, impatient.
To his companion, the big black man said, “You see what I see?” The second man also leaned in, then quietly muttered, “What the fuck?”
“What is it?” Chris demanded, his stomach ready to drop out through his ass. He wasn’t tall enough to see what they could. “Is he dead? Oh fuck, is he dead? Fuck. Oh fuck-”
“No,” said the big black man. “It’s one of ‘em tights. The little one in yellow and red and green.”
“One of the bats?” Chris demanded. “Shit, screw the police— I don’t wanna deal with Batman!”
“I think…” The big black man licked his lips, pausing a long moment, obviously thinking.
“We should go,” his companion said.
“I think…” The big black man seemed to come to a decision. “I think we gotta get them outta there. You,” a nod to Chris, “go watch, make sure no one’s around us.”
“What about Mickey?” Chris demanded, ignoring the request. “There’s a bat in there, but what about Mickey?”
“Bats don’t kill,” the big black man said, swinging the axe with more intent now.
The greenery fell away, revealing a crumpled white box truck. Inside was movement, a rhythmic shaking that anyone would recognize. “What the fuck,” Chris muttered again.
The big black man, Jerome, the man’s name was Jerome, opened the door, and Chris finally saw his brother-in-law Mickey, with a tiny little omega in his lap, giving Mickey one hell of a naked lap dance. Mickey and the kid were flushed bright red, the smell of sex everywhere.
“What the fuck,” Chris said again.
“We gotta go,” the big black man muttered, backing away.
The two men split, having done their duty.
Chris just started for a long second, eyes going up and down over the tiny body, and his fat brother-in-law. Joshua would kill him. He’d kill them both. Their mother would help. Chris was a dead man if either of them ever found out about this.
No. Why was he scared? They’d hold this against Mickey if they ever found out. Chris hadn’t thrown some naked kid on top of Mickey’s knot. Not that he blamed his childhood friend - if he had a chance at a pretty little omega like that, Chris would have taken it too. Maybe he still could. His erection throbbed at the idea.
Chris ‘Kringle’ Pelnickel pulled out his phone, fumbling to unlock it. He had to get video of this. Mickey would want it later. Chris would want it later. Mickey and the kid had been in this fog for, what? An hour? Two hours? More? No wonder they were going at it. And it wasn’t Chris’s fault, no matter what Batman or his little brother or his mother would say. This was on Poison Ivy. And Mickey. If the Batman saw this he would attack Mickey, not him. Christ, how old was Robin? Fourteen? Twelve? Chris had no idea.
He needed to hurry and separate them, but first, he had to get video of this, otherwise no one would ever believe him. Once in a lifetime chance, this was. Christ, he was about ready to blow his pants right now. And if Mickey ever decided he didn’t want to go with one of Chris’s ideas, well now he had blackmail footage that would keep his brother-in-law in line.
The screen recorded Robin’s naked ass gyrating on Mickey’s lap. The kid was whimpering and mewling for it.
“Mickey. Hey, Mickey.” Chris prompted, letting the phone record. “Mickey. Look at me.”
His brother-in-law blinked blearily at him, then inhaled a big gasp of air, wrapped an arm around the small body in his lap, pulled the boy tight to him, and rolled over to cover the boy’s body.
“You can hide all you want, Mickey, but I got the evidence right here. It’s all going straight to the cloud.”
“Stop,” the man in the truck sputtered.
“What would Joshua say if he saw you like this? Getting a lap dance from some underage tyke?”
“Don’t. Chris, stop,” the man begged.
“Your ass ain’t too appealing, Mickey. Move over and show me that kid.”
“You can’t. You can’t. You can’t show him. The police, Chris! I’d get arrested!”
“Well, I never expected you to go for the little ones anyway. Did you look at my brother when he was this young? Were you grooming him when he was in middle school?”
“God, no! We didn’t start dating until he was 16, Chris, honest. You were there, you know.”
“You just dropped a year. You said you didn’t get together until he was seventeen!” Chris cackled as Mickey looked like he was going to choke. “Now come on, get your knot out of Batman’s pup. People ought to just keep their young omegas indoors, not running around in the middle of whatever the hell this is. If I ever have pups, they’re not leaving the house till they’re thirty.”
“I gotta-” Mickey started. “I need a minute.”
“If you need help, just imagine your fat saggy mother in a bathing suit. Can’t believe I used to think she was hot. Really let herself go.”
“Stop it, Chris. This whole thing is YOUR fault!”
“It’s my fault you stuck your knot in some pre-teen omega? How the hell it that my fault, Mickey? Explain that to me!”
“This whole thing, the- the robbery, the truck, it was your idea.”
“Yeah? Who did you go to when you were fired, Mickey? Your cock-less mom? I’m the one who’s been helping you out for years! And you know what? I don’t care where you stick your dick! I would have been happy if you kept it out of Joshua in the first place! But no, you kept encouraging him, and then you got him pregnant, and then I was the one who bailed you out. Six hundred dollars, Mickey! Six hundred dollars! And that was just the beginning! You owe me. You owe me more than your life is worth at this point. You’re family, Mickey, and I’m in charge of this family, and I expect some respect. Look at that, now your dick’s limp. Just gotta remind you of how much money you owe me, and your dick’s gonna shrivel up like a overripe banana.”
Sure enough, Mickey’s cock was hanging limp now. Chris moved in to get a better view of Robin, of the slick wet area between his spread legs, dripping with semen. It was hotter than the best porn Chris had ever seen. He moved the camera up to get a shot of the kid’s exhausted face, hazy from heat daze.
“Stop! Just stop!,” Mickey cried as he tucked himself away. “We need to make sure he’s okay. I can’t just… drop him off somewhere after that! It’s coulda been his first heat!”
“Well, you can’t take him home with you!”
“Fuck. Fuck. It’s not even Joshua I’m worried about. What about the Batman? What about the police?”
“You’re a fucking mess, like you’ve always been. Fine. Get out of the truck, you and him both. We’re gonna do the obvious thing.”
“What’s that?”
“We’re gonna torch it.”
Mickey pulled Robin’s cloths back on as best as he could. He wrapped his flannel shirt around the boy as well, so that it covered the boy’s crotch, giving the boy a little modesty.
Meanwhile Chris Kringle had taken out a container of gasoline from the back of the truck, and was spreading it around, over, and inside the truck. He drenched every inch of the vehicle's surface. The air grew heavy with the acrid smell, a stark contrast to the vibrant foliage surrounding them. As the last drop fell, Chris pulled out an old Bic lighter and ignited a flickering flame, instantly transforming the truck into a roaring inferno. In that moment, a mixture of fear and exhilaration consumed Chris before they disappeared into the night, leaving behind the charred remnants of their secret in the depths of the park's enigmatic embrace.