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Bruce has only been in a nest that smelt this terrible once before. Back then, it had been his own miserable omega scent permeating the manor, after he’d been forced into a surprise, traumatic heat by the shock of Jason’s - his son, his pup’s - death. Bruce had been too out of it to notice the smell, or care. Alfred probably remembers it, Dick too, but that time is a dark black hole in Bruce’s own mind.
None of his children had presented as omegas and any omega that Bruce shares a nest with, tends to be enjoying themselves.
But now the scent of miserable, in-pain omega is so heavy in the air that Bruce feels pressed down by it. Crushed beneath the agony wafting off of his son.
Because it’s Jason that smells like that. Jason who’s in so much pain that Bruce is almost physically repelled by it. He’s not sure what his son’s heat usually smells like, because Jason isn’t supposed to have heats. Up until a very short while ago, Jason had been an alpha.
A group of monsters had changed that. They had taken Bruce’s son and…and violated him in the worst way possible. Raped and tortured him so systematically and relentlessly and violently, that Jason’s body had been convinced to change. Forced themselves on him again and again until the very foundation of his being was ripped from him.
Bruce swallows hard against the bile in his throat. He’d long ago come to terms with being an omega. He knows there’s nothing wrong or shameful about it. Except, Jason isn’t supposed to be an omega and nothing about this is like the ‘beautiful flowering’ of a young omega’s presentation heat. There’s no gentle easing into his developing body like most pups experience - a few quick and non-sexual practice heats spent amongst family. Instead, he’s been hurtled head-first into a violent, full-blown heat. Knotted for the first time against his will. Torn open and abused and…
Bruce stops the thought there. It’s not helpful to dwell on it.
Jason had his presentation rut at the manor. Dick had put aside his grievances with Bruce to be there for him, to spar with him, help ease the suddenly intense protective urges that Bruce only made worse, and, Bruce knows although he wasn’t involved, help him understand his burgeoning sexuality.
But that had been the new body and urges of an alpha. Jason now is a brand new omega, suddenly needing what an adult omega needs during heat and having no foundation for it besides the violent rape he’d endured. Not even normal childish exploration. He needs Bruce. He’s hurting.
Bruce cradles him close, trying to exude a soft, comforting scent despite his horror. Jason keens, pressing his face up against Bruce’s throat. There are tears, wet against his skin. And Bruce knows that, if Jason had a choice, the last place he’d want to be is in a nest with Bruce. But, despite everything, he’s still Jason’s pack omega. At an instinctual level, he needs him.
“It’s okay,” Bruce soothes. “It’s okay baby. I have you.”
“Fuck you,” Jason sobs, even as he grips Bruce’s soft, heat-friendly shirt, stretching the material out in his trembling fists.
Bruce rocks him gently.
“Fuck you,” the words are ragged and strained, Jason’s throat clearly raw. Bruce doesn’t want to think about why that might be. He’s hurting and emotional. That’s all.
“I know,” Bruce croons. “I’m sorry.”
Jason shivers. He keens again and the sound only seems to distress him more. It’s a distinctly omegan noise. One Jason would never have made before.
“I hate this. I hate you.”
Maybe in another life, the words would have gutted Bruce. Made him angry, maybe. Now, there’s no room for that in the maelstrom of fury and grief roiling in his gut. How can he possibly be angry at Jason when his pup is so hurt? When every inch of Bruce’s anger is dedicated to the monsters who did this to him?
“It hurts,” Jason whispers.
Not all heats are painful. Some omegas experience only heightened arousal and a slightly hotter body temperature. Most are at least a little uncomfortable. Typically heats cause fever and cramping as the body cycles into fertility. Scent glands become swollen and irritated.
The best relief usually comes from the scents of an omega’s pack or mate, a comfortable nest, light massage, and orgasm, which releases endorphins, relaxes tense muscles, and lubricates.
Jason had been held captive for three weeks and four days. During that time, he’d been subjected to systematic rapes by a multitude of different alphas. They had knotted him repeatedly with no regard for his comfort or safety. The damage to his anus was so severe that he’ll need surgery once his heat is over.
Two weeks in, Jason’s body had changed enough that his perineum had begun to split. The new opening was not yet a fully formed vagina and, at that point, had barely been bigger than an index finger.
That had not stopped the alphas.
Three weeks in, Jason’s heat had begun. He had experienced cramping, fever, and nausea. The rapes and knotting had continued, but there had been no focus on Jason’s pleasure. He had not been allowed a nest. The only scents available to him were his own - becoming increasingly foreign - and those of his attackers.
Now, despite his aversion to opioids, Jason is on a heavy dose of painkillers. He’s in a nest with his pack omega. Still, it’s not surprising that he’s in an excruciating amount of pain.
“I’m sorry,” is all Bruce can seem to say, helpless.
“It hurts,” Jason whines. He sounds like a pup. His scent is sour in Bruce’s nose, unfamiliar.
If this were a normal presentation heat, this is where Bruce would talk to Jason about self-pleasure. Where he’d explain all the new sensations he’s experiencing and the best way to ease his symptoms. Where he’d guide him through it physically if necessary. Dick no doubt did something similar when he helped Jason through his first rut.
But the words stick in his throat. The thought of approaching anything related to sex with Jason, when sex has been inflicted on him like a weapon, makes him sick. The last thing he wants to do is hurt him.
Instead, he reaches up to gently massage the scent glands under Jason’s jaw. His throat is covered in thick patches of gauze taped over the numerous vicious bites littering his skin and it’s difficult to touch him there without hurting him, but Bruce is careful. He exudes more protective omega scent. A dam covering the smell of their vulnerable pup.
Jason sobs. He presses closer, huffing at Bruce’s neck. His legs tangle with Bruce’s. He’s so hot against him. Big and broad in a way he shouldn’t be during his first heat. He should be a teenager. And Jason was so small back then. Just a little pup.
Jason’s legs bracket one of Bruce’s thighs. He’s wet with slick. Jason rocks slightly, pushing into Bruce. Bruce rests one hand over Jason’s back, holding him close.
“Please,” Jason whimpers. “Help me, please, B.”
Bruce shudders. He shuts his eyes and tries not to hear Jason saying those exact same words as those alphas had pinned him down and ripped into him. As they’d bitten his throat bloody. As they’d abused his changing body so brutally.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmurs. He strokes Jason’s sweaty curls back and ducks his chin so he can kiss his forehead. “I’m going to help you.”
“Please,” Jason chokes.
Bruce hums. He smooths his hand down Jason’s arm and uses his grip to gently turn him, so that Jason is leant back against his chest and his legs are splayed over Bruce’s. Jason whimpers, craning his neck back so he can press his nose against his throat. Bruce tightens his hold, squeezing Jason firmly.
“Jay…” He swallows hard. The sweet, fruity scent of Jason’s heat is strong in his nose, made rotten by his distress. As an alpha, Jason had smelled like citrus. Now his scent is mellower, sweeter. It’s wrong.
“If you - you’ll feel a little better if you… pleasure yourself.”
Any other time, Jason would have scoffed at that. Laughed at Bruce’s phrasing. Told him how stiff and awkward and old fashioned he sounds.
Now, Jason just trembles in his grasp, shaking his head. “No! I - I can’t. Please. I can’t.”
Bruce’s heart contracts. “Okay,” he murmurs. If it’s going to cause Jason more trauma, then perhaps the pain is better. “It’s okay. You don’t have to, baby.”
“I -“ Jason’s voice is so small. “I don’t know how.”
His baby, Bruce thinks, his whole chest aching. His puppy. Jason has always been so incredibly brave. So fucking strong. It must have taken so much of his strength to admit that and it terrifies Bruce because, on the other hand, Jason is so unbearably fragile. If Bruce handles this wrong, he might break him.
”I can - I can help you sweetheart.” He rubs his jaw across Jason’s temple. Purrs reassuringly. “If you let me, I can help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise. The moment you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
Jason whimpers, a soft, puppyish sound. “B, please.”
Bruce kisses him again. He thumbs gently at Jason’s scent gland. Then he takes Jason’s hand in his and guides it down to the waistband of his pants.
Jason stiffens. He whines softly.
Bruce strokes his thumb across the back of Jason’s hand. “Do you want to stop?”
He expects Jason to say yes - this is a lot; can be even for omegas who are presenting normally - but, instead, Jason shakes his head.
“Okay,” Bruce murmurs against his hair. “This is supposed to feel good, puppy. If it isn’t, you tell me, alright?”
This time, Jason nods. Bruce would prefer a verbal agreement, but it’s not uncommon for omegas to find speaking difficult during a heat, so he doesn’t press. Instead, he continues gently guiding Jason’s hand under the waistband of his pants.
Their entwined fingers creep over the soft skin of Jason’s pelvis, questing slowly and carefully forward until they reach the hot, slickness between Jason’s legs. Bruce pauses, rubbing slow circles there until his fingers find the hot little nub of his clit. Jason twitches hard. His hips rock up but the rest of his body seems to cringe away.
“Did that hurt?” Bruce asks. It shouldn’t have done, but Bruce knows that Jason is probably painfully over-sensitive.
He’s been knotted again and again without anyone providing the stimulation he would have needed for relief. And even if they had, Jason’s clit is full of intense new nerve endings. During the steady changing of his body, Jason’s penis would have shrunk, the urethral opening closing over, forcing the urethra to form a new opening just beneath the forming clitoral structure. The new clit is both full of more nerve endings than a penis, and uniquely foreign to Jason.
“No,” Jason pants. He’s slurring his words, but at least he’s speaking. “Jus’ - just strange.”
“This is your clit,” Bruce instructs, firming his grip on one of Jason’s fingers and using it to ghost lightly across his clit. Jason’s back bows and he grunts low in his throat, even though they’ve barely touched him.
“It’s very sensitive, so keep your touch light. Different omegas like different things, so you’ll need to experiment to find what works best for you.” He keeps Jason’s finger there, lightly stimulating. Jason shivers in his arms. “Do you have any experience with omegas, Jay?”
Despite everything else, the question feels strangely intimate. Jason has never been keen on sharing that sort of thing with Bruce. He has no idea whether his son has ever had a girlfriend or boyfriend, whether he likes omegas or betas or alphas. Whether he’s even had his first kiss.
Jason scoffs. “No.” He swallows, loud. Whines a little. “I’ve never - uh - those alphas were - were my f-irst.”
Bruce shuts his eyes. His throat aches with the sudden threat of tears, sorrow spiking sharp and painful through his gut. His pup. His pup. How unbearably cruel that the violence wreaked upon Jason should be his only experience. How tragic that Jason has never gotten that precious first time.
“Okay,” Bruce says, unsteadily. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here to help you.”
“B,” Jason pants. His scent is still sour with distress, but there’s a sweeter edge to it now - a slight mellowing. “It feels - feels weird.”
Bruce keeps gently working his clit, guiding Jason’s own finger through the ministrations. He pauses briefly to dip a little lower, just enough to gather some of the slick leaking out of Jason, nowhere near close to actually penetrating him, making the glide slippery.
“Bad weird?” he asks. He rubs his cheek against Jason’s, crooning low in his chest, comforting.
Jason shakes his head, then presses it back hard into Bruce’s shoulder. His body shakes, his hips rocking against their fingers, then flinching away in an odd push and pull.
“B,” he gasps, gripping Bruce’s wrist with the hand not caught in his. “Bru - dad!”
He jerks as he cums, his whole body shuddering in Bruce’s arms. Bruce gentles him through it, tenderly rubbing at his clit until he starts to slump in his grip, pulling away before he can risk over-sensitivity.
He brushes Jason’s sweaty curls away from his forehead with his clean hand. “How did that feel?”
Jason swallows. His face is wet with both sweat and tears. “Good,” he says, voice thick. “Weird, but good.” He shifts, his hips swaying side to side, like he’s uncomfortable. “Feels like - like I should have something inside of me.”
“Do you want something inside of you?”
Jason cringes. Bruce cringes too. It must have been unbearably painful: those alpha’s tearing open his newly forming vagina, knotting him without any regard for the tender new organ. Bruce is a little afraid of putting anything inside Jason right now, even if he does want it. He doesn’t want to cause any extra damage.
“I don’t know,” Jason whispers.
Bruce rocks him a little. “Do you want to try some fingers?”
Jason is silent for a moment. Then, in a tiny voice: “Yeah.”
Their hands are still entwined, resting lightly against Jason’s pelvis. Slowly, so Jason has time to tell him to stop if he wants, Bruce shifts their hands further between Jason’s legs. He strokes at the entrance to Jason’s vagina, then eases just the tip of his finger inside.
Jason goes rigid. He makes a horrible choking sound. Bruce immediately pulls his finger free.
“I’m sorry,” Jason says, voice rough. “I can’t.”
“That’s okay,” Bruce soothes. “It’s okay. I’m here. Whatever you need.”
He slides his hand free from Jason’s pants so he can wrap both arms around his pup, holding him gently, but firmly. Jason tilts his face into Bruce’s throat, his lashes fluttering as his eyes slide shut, the pain momentarily abated by his orgasm.
It will spike again, no doubt. But Bruce will be here when it does. He’ll help Jason through this. They’ll do it together.
