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Vanilla heat softly filtered through the nearly overbearing alpha musks as Tim walked through the hallway of the manor. He disliked coming here, but there was no alternative. Jason had promised that Bruce had already made himself scarce in repayment of Tim coming to help and while Damian would be there too, Tim and Damian had an understanding these days. Tim trusted him to leave if asked but he didn’t think it’d come to that today.
The whole Wayne pack was in a panic today as little Dick Grayson had his omega presentation heat and everyone was desperate for help. Tim was possibly just the closest omega around that knew everyone’s identities and wouldn’t betray them, but he knew it was probably a calculated choice by Jason and Damian to ask him to help.
They wanted him closer, bonded as pack, but Tim refused to bow to Bruce Wayne.
Still he wanted to help Dick. Dick was Jason’s little brother, Damian’s baby brother, and Tim couldn’t deny the little birdie had a soft spot in Tim’s own cold heart. He was a bright spot in the gloom of the Wayne pack, a joy to play tag with on the rooftops of Gotham, and Tim had always known they’d share an omega kinship among the flood of alpha vigilantes surrounding them.
Stephanie was the only other non-alpha, but her resurrection had erased any secondary characteristics. Tim had always assumed she’d have been an alpha, but now she was a neutral beta. Also she was the only one that despised Bruce more than Tim and had absolutely refused to play pack with any of the bats. She stuck to her territory in the Bowery with pleasure and only allowed Jason and Tim regular visits.
Jason’s hand tightened around his and Tim realized he’d starting exuding a sour scent as he stressed and worried over the implications of helping today. He shook it off, let his sweet caramel take back over, and leaned into Jason’s soft musk.
“You okay kitty-cat?” Jason’s hand stroked his hair back from his forehead and Tim wanted to purr. Thoughts of Dick’s presentation heat all left his mind as suddenly all he wanted to do was take Jason into a private room of their own, press further into that soothing alpha scent and forget all thoughts of the past or future.
“Timothy,” Damian’s soft-spoken voice called from ahead and yanked Tim back to the present. Tim sighed, pushed any lingering doubts aside as he grasped Jason’s hand and led them forward to the awaiting doorway.
There Damian stood, looking a bit harried only if you knew Damian’s normally impeccable style. He was dressed down in soft sweats and the vanilla scent of Dick’s heat was stronger than before. “Thank you for coming, I would like to ensure Richard is calm before I leave.”
“I already told you, you don’t have to go,” Tim smiled in greeting. Then taking one last fortifying breath and squeezing Jason’s hand, stepped into the room to see what he was dealing with.
The new omega on the bed was bundled up in a blanket burrito but still shivering. His normally fluffy hair was stuck to his forehead and his bright eyes were glassy with bags underneath. He looked miserable and Tim’s heart broke at the sight. Any remaining reservations flooded out as he let his caramel scent fill the room.
He ignored the groan from Jason and the gasp from Damian as his own heat scent kicked up in response to the new omega’s. His sympathy heat, with his far more adult stable hormones, would help the little omega before him settle faster. He trusted the alphas in the room could control themselves in the presence of their baby brother.
“Come on Dick, let’s get you in a proper nest,” Tim stated as he approached the bed. He unfurled the burrito as Dick’s shivering began to settle and used the blankets (even though some stank of Bruce) to build up the barrier.
Jason and Damian did their part and acted as proper alphas, staying out of the way but offering their wrists and necks whenever Tim needed them to scent a piece of the nest. Soon Tim had the nest built around Dick – who’d stopped shivering and was just blinking lazily – and moved on to grooming the baby omega.
Dick was only sixteen, a young presentation considering most common was around eighteen. Tim had a normal presentation, with Selina guiding him both before and after, at eighteen. Four years later, he had a good handle on what to do and how to make an omega comfortable thanks to his own experiences and everything passed down from Selina.
Settling in, Tim rubbed his hands through Dick’s hair, detangling it until it was smooth once more. He rubbed his wrists along the boy's flushed cheeks and then opened his arms to let Dick press up as close as possible. Dick snuffled against his chest but his harsh breathing petered out into a calm slow pattern indicating he was resting.
“There you go,” Tim whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the omega’s head and finally lifted his eyes to the alphas in the room.
“Going to the softer side Timmy?” Jason smirked, tone turning teasing. “Going to become an O lover?”
“I was already an O lover you dumbass, you’re just lucky you’re cute,” Tim rolled his eyes but made grabby hands at his alpha.
Damian settled on the edge of the nest, just outside the barrier and noticeably calmer than when Tim had arrived. “I’m just going to rest here for a bit, just in case,” the alpha kept his voice soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the peace that Tim brought.
“Of course Batboy,” Tim gave a soft laugh. “I told you, you can stay. Come over on this side.” Tim patted behind Dick, and scooted back into Jason to make room. “I built it so we could all fit. Dick needs his pack around him.”
Damian’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t ask any questions yet. He settled in behind the young omega, tentatively reaching up and resting his hand on Tim’s arm that was wrapped around Dick.
Tim smiled, but Damian wasn’t looking at him. The alpha had an amazed expression as he looked down at the small omega now resting peacefully between them. Dick was fully relaxed, breathing deeply and resting through his heat as a young omega should.
“He was so upset before,” Damian whispered, “I could not find anything to soothe him and you took care of it in a matter of moments.”
“Cause Timmy’s amazing,” Jason said, breath ghosting against Tim’s neck. “Now shut up and get some rest,” he ordered.
Tim doubted that Damian would really sleep, but it was a comfortable cuddle regardless. Between the sweet omega in his arms and the two alphas surrounding them, Tim really felt the lure of a pack. One day, and not in the too far future, he knew he’d give in, and let them officially call him pack.
For now though, he let his purrs fill the air, keeping Dick soothed, and letting the alphas hear his pleasure. Sleepy rumbles answered him from Jason and a tentative sound emerged from Damian as well. Tim pressed a last kiss against Dick’s head, rubbing his cheek along the soft hair wherever he could reach, and finally rested in the arms of his pack.