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‘He’s staring again.’ Edward thought nervously as he locked eyes with Bruce Wayne. Sometimes, when he was in one of the classes that they shared he would catch him looking at him. Just… looking at him with this indiscernible expression on his face.
Edward found himself locked in a strange sort of staring contest with the alpha, up until the point that Edward looked down at his hands – a submissive gesture. He was so annoyingly omega, shy and naturally submissive. It was just another thing that made his life a little harder.
He thinks if he was a beta – or god forbid, an alpha – he wouldn’t have to deal with being so twitchy and submissive. He wouldn’t have to feel a chill run down his spine when an alpha classmate looked at him for too long.
‘He probably hates me.’ Edward thought glumly. ‘He’s probably thinking about all the ways he could ruin me without even trying.’ It felt like everyone hated him these days, or even if they didn’t hate him they held a sort of disdain for him.
He was just weird little Edward Nashton. No one really liked him, at best he was tolerated by the other omegas at the orphanage and treated like a freak by everyone else. No one was interested in asking him out on dates or scenting him because he was just so… unimpressive.
He was simultaneously too tall and too mousy. Too uninteresting and too off putting. He was invisible and one of the freaks, depending on who you asked. So there was no way that Bruce was… looking at him for any positive reasons. He probably wanted to beat him up. He had seen Bruce fight before, he could probably really hurt him if he wanted to.
Throughout the rest of the lesson, Edward couldn’t help but think about Bruce and why he was so fixated on Edward. Edward had barely said a word to him over the course of the years that they – only just barely – knew each other. Why did everyone seem to hate him so much? The thought made him feel uncomfortable.
When class ended, he practically bolted out of his seat. He felt sort of fuzzy. Confused. He blamed that on his anxiety about being watched. As he ran out he accidentally knocked into someone. As he pulled back to apologize, an alpha just a few inches taller than him – which was saying something, Edward was not short – sneered in his face. “Watch where you’re going, Ed-Weird.” He snapped. It took Edward a minute to recognize him. His name was Jason. He was on the football team of course. One of the popular kids. Just Edward’s luck.
A little part of Edward wants to sneer back, wants to tell Jason to go fuck himself but instead his omegan instincts take over and he rounds down his shoulders. “Sorry.” He mumbles before pushing past the small group to get away. He decides that he’s going to hide in the bathroom for lunch, maybe cry a little. He tries not to let himself get upset in front of people, it would just make things worse.
He tries to get away for the second time and he knocks into someone else, this time he hits something solid enough that he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. Great. Just what he needed. His things fell out of his hands and as he bends over to pick everything up someone else is on the ground in front of him. It’s Bruce. Again.
He tries not to show how put off he is by the intense way that the alpha looks at him, his icy eyes contrasted heavily with the black makeup he wore around them. All alphas are kind of intense, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how alphas can be. Bruce hands him his bag and his books wordlessly and he takes them without saying anything.
“God, what a freak. Can’t even bother to look where he’s going.” Jason says, his voice sharp enough to make Edward flinch a little.
“Shut it, Stryker.” Bruce snaps as he stands up. His tone is dismissive, annoyed. He doesn’t look at Edward again – and thank god for that, he doesn’t think he could bear it if the alpha stared him down again.
Edward usually spent his lunches alone in one of the classrooms. There wasn’t ever anyone in here, the class was mostly abandoned and wasn’t locked up. It felt like a safe space from bullies for him to eat and feel sorry for himself – one of his favored activities now that he was an angsting teenager who was sure that he’d never have any friends.
He ate his free school lunch while he did his crossword. It was relaxing and the time apart from all the other students helped him calm himself and decompress. Without this time apart, Edward didn’t think that he would be able to make it through the school day with his sanity in check.
In the middle of his solitary lunch, Edward was shocked by the sound of the door opening. No one ever came in here, not even the teachers, that was why he liked this place so much. He looked up to see Bruce Wayne standing there. He huffed at that, great. If Bruce found this place it was only a matter of time before the others found it too and he got pushed out.
So, he decided to try and stand his ground. “H-hey this is my spot.” He said, being assertive with Bruce – or any alpha, really – for what must be the first time in his life. “Y-you guys, you have everywhere else to go and… d-do what you do, but this is my safe place so just go! Please?”
He wished he could be more intimidating, his height did nothing for his confidence. Bruce stepped inside and closed the door. He walked over to where Edward was sitting and Edward noticed how dark his eyes looked. Bruce Wayne had blue eyes, everyone knew that. They were piercing and noticeable. But his eyes were black now, his pupils so dilated that Edward couldn’t see his irises.
There was an almost feral look in his eyes as he approached Edward. The omega squeaked as he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet. Edward made a small, frightened noise at the rough contact. A noise that only got more intense when the alpha leaned in to scent him.
He could feel teeth against his neck, hot breath fanning over his collar. He whimpered and threw himself back, fighting to wrench himself out of the alphas grip. “Hey! What are you doing, Bruce, th-this isn’t funny. You can’t just grab me like that.” With each word his voice got weaker and weaker.
Bruce had never been one of the people who bullied him, as much as he made Edward nervous he had never been mean to him. So Edward didn’t understand why he was doing… whatever it was that he was doing now. It felt so out of character.
Then he noticed something animalistic in his gaze, something that made Edward feel intrinsically small and submissive. There was something powerful radiating from Bruce’s aura too and he naturally rounded down his shoulders. “Bruce…? Are you okay?” He asked, in a small voice. Almost childlike in its innocence.
Bruce leaned in again, pinning Edward up against the table with his weight. He scented him deeply and Edward couldn’t stop himself from gasping. “So sweet.” He muttered. Then his teeth dug in and he nipped at Edward’s throat, hard enough to draw blood. That was shocking enough to spur Edward into forcing himself away.
He managed to get the slightest bit of distance between him and the alpha, his eyes darting around wildly for the exit. He felt disoriented, confused. As soon as his eyes took in the sight of the door he bolted towards it, knowing that reasoning with Bruce was pointless.
There was something… wrong with the alpha, though he wasn’t entirely sure what. He just had to get out of here. He made it just past the door, almost to freedom, when strong arms encircled around his waist and pulled him back.
He whimpered and struggled in the firm grip momentarily, but he was quickly thrown to the floor. His head smacked against the floor as he made impact with it and pain flooded his senses. Everything hurt and he felt incredibly dazed.
Bruce was on him in an instant, taking advantage of his weakened state. Edward didn’t even have the chance to cry out before he grabbed his shirt and ripped it open. Bruce leaned in and cupped one of his breasts, his teeth dug into the sensitive skin. “Shh, good omega. You’re so sweet, Edward, keep being sweet for me.” Bruce muttered in his ear, it was practically a growl. Feral – it set Edward on edge and all he could do was shiver as his nipples hardened under Bruce’s touch.
“St-stop…” Edward whispered, feeling voiceless and terrified. He had no idea why Bruce was acting like this, he had never… Bruce intimidated him, but he had never come across as a bully or the kind of person to do this.
Edward squirmed a little without meaning to and Bruce growled, nipping at his throat roughly until he went nice and still. Fear spiked through Edward as Bruce grabbed his pants and tugged them down with enough force to tear them at the seams.
Edward cried and started to struggle again, kicking his legs up and trying to make contact with the alphas groin. His fighting only succeeded in getting Bruce’s teeth on his neck again. This time he bit down, drawing blood as he tore into his bonding gland.
Then things started to change. Edward’s head got even fuzzier and slick started to leak out of his cunt. He was going into heat, right there on the dirty classroom floor with a feral alpha getting ready to ravage him. He let out a soft sob, “N-no… what did you do to me?” He whined solemnly.
Bruce kissed at his neck, licking away the blood from the mating bite. “Such a sweet thing. Always thought you were adorable. Now you’re mine.” He said, it was all too much for Edward to take in. The next thing that he knew, Bruce’s fingers were spreading his pussy apart – forcing him to expose himself completely before the alpha.
He felt so hot, slick gushed out of his pussy. It leaked down his thighs and trickled underneath him. This sort of thing shouldn’t happen, he was on suppressants – they were supposed to stop him from going into heat. Some rogue alpha biting him shouldn’t… it just didn’t make sense.
“W-what are you doing to me?” He asked, his voice a desperate whisper.
“I’m going to knot you.” Bruce grunted, ignoring Edward’s distress almost entirely. Edward whimpered and keened at nearly the same time, his mind conflicting with his body. “I’m going to fill you up.” He mumbled. Edward shook his head, but Bruce paid him no mind because in the next moment his cock was breaching Edward’s entrance.
Edward let out a short gasp as his cunt was brutally stretched open, Bruce’s movements were slow but insistent. There was no way he was going to avoid losing his virginity on this dirty, cold floor. He bit his lower lip, grinding his teeth against his lip as Bruce slowly bottomed out inside of him.
He cried out as Bruce grabbed his legs and forced them wide apart before pinning them up over his head. He pulled back just slightly before thrusting back in roughly, forcing another cry out of Edward. A mixture of pleasure and pain blossomed inside of him, he didn’t know which feeling was more powerful but the pleasure humiliated him more.
It was even more humiliating when Bruce leaned in and bit his throat again, teeth digging into his broken bonding gland deeper. The strange, broken feeling inside of him got even more present and obvious. He couldn’t ignore it. It was impossible to ignore.
Bruce kissed and licked at the wound as he fucked into Edward at a brutal pace. The sound of slightly pained moans and near feral grunts filled the room as the alpha took everything he wanted from Edward. His virginity. His bond. His sanity. Everything.
Edward went entirely limp with defeat then, he accepted that this was just going to happen no matter what he wanted. He wished that Bruce wouldn’t be so rough, but it seemed that what he wanted was irrelevant. Maybe it always was.
Bruce’s fingers gripped Edward’s thighs so hard that he knew they were going to wind up bruised and marked up by the time the alpha was through with him. Edward couldn’t stop himself from looking up at Bruce, watching his face contorted with an animal sort of pleasure.
Something strange curled in his stomach as he realized how handsome Bruce was. He wondered what it was like to be so beautiful. He was incredibly disturbed by the thought. Here Bruce Wayne was, violating him and all that Edward could bring himself to think was that he was so damn handsome, so lovely and so beautiful that it wasn’t natural.
Edward’s eyes finally closed when he felt Bruce’s knot begin to swell inside of him, stretching his cunt wider than he thought was possible. A stabbing pain ran through his stomach and he whimpered again, tears stung at his eyes. He was so overwhelmed, he felt so full – like he was going to split open from how much he had been stuffed up.
Suddenly, the door opened and bumped against their bodies. They were so close to the door, Edward watched it open up. Tiredly, his eyes roved up to look at the source of the noise. He was too exhausted to show his horror as he looked towards the source of the noise.
His heart sank in humiliation when he saw who it was, one of the teachers had opened the door and she was looking down at Edward and Bruce in horror. “Oh my god.” She said, putting her hand on her mouth to hide her shock.
She tried to approach and Bruce growled – literally growled, like an animal – at her. Then she backed up, seemingly scared to interrupt them. Edward noticed her pulling her phone out of her pocket and his heart sank even deeper. She was calling more people to witness this. She was probably trying to help but it just made Edward feel worse knowing that many more people would see him like this.
Bruce continued to groom and kiss his neck, pressing down on Edward to keep him in place as though bound by some possessive fervor. “Mine.” He muttered in between little kisses and nips. “Mine.”
As more people approached and Edward’s humiliation sunk in deeper, Edward felt his vision getting darker and darker. Voices all around him sounded far away and his body began to feel disjointed. He started to fade away as footsteps approached, a crowd beginning to assemble. Then he knew no more.
The next time that Edward awoke, he wasn’t in school. He was laying on this big, plush bed. He was surrounded by blankets and pillows in a makeshift nest, the kind of hastily put together one that Edward usually tried to make for himself with his meager supplies at the orphanage. His nests were never this warm and secure though because he simply didn’t have enough blankets and pillows to feel safe and burrowed and warm.
Despite the fact that Edward didn’t know where he was, his hindbrain felt safe because of the sheer amount of luxury that surrounded him. Next to him on his bed was the teddy bear that he had had since he was a small child. It was medium sized and patchwork, but it always made him feel cozy to cuddle with it. Omegas liked soft things, blankets and stuffed toys. It was natural for him to crave those things, to crave warmth and security and soft things. Knowing that didn’t stop it from stinging when the other orphans – the betas mainly – made fun of him for it.
He sat up and hugged his bear to his chest. “How did you get here?” He asked, his voice a little whisper. His voice felt rough, like he had torn his throat. His face felt sticky and his body felt sore. He knew why, his memory of the previous day was crystalline clear.
Bruce Wayne had… he had raped him. Something strange came over him and he attacked Edward like some sort of feral beast. He bit Edward, he took his virginity. He came inside of him. Edward sobbed at the memory. His hand came to cup his stomach, he wasn’t on birth control – the church was against that sort of thing, they only gave the omegas suppressants because they were legally obligated to – he could be pregnant. Oh god, he could be pregnant right now.
He was gonna end up just like his mother, some lonely pregnant teenager who would have to throw himself at the first creep who would give him a place to stay. Would he end up hurting himself after the baby was born, like she did too? Would he end up leaving that child to be abandoned by their father when their mother was found incapable?
He didn’t like the idea that he would continue to replicate that awful cycle, the thought made him sob in earnest. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he had done everything right – he had worked hard and kept his grades up so he could go to a good school, he kept his nose clean and he saved whatever little money that he was able to earn from his minimum wage job. All he had wanted was to make it out, so he wouldn’t have to be trash anymore. He wouldn’t even be able to do that.
He hugged his bear so close to his chest that his embrace threatened to pop the seams apart as he rocked back and forth. He wondered where he was. This wasn’t the orphanage or the school. Maybe Bruce put him here to… hide him away in case he got pregnant? Bruce wouldn’t want to keep him or take care of his mistakes, he knew. And he didn’t have to, rich guys like him never had to play by everyone else’s rules.
He sobbed openly at the thought of having a child so young just to have it taken away from him. He was nearly hysterical in tears, so much so that he didn’t notice it when the door opened and someone came in. “Oh dear.” Came the voice of a matronly sounding woman.
Edward looked up, hyperventilating at this point as his sorrow gave way to anxiety. “You poor thing.” The woman said as she approached him, “Let me make you some tea. It should help calm your nerves before Master Bruce comes to see you.”
Bruce was here? Why was he here? Edward whimpered and hugged his knees to his chest. “I don’t… I don’t want to.” He whispered. He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to see the alpha, he wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide there forever.
The woman sighed, “I’ll go fix your tea.” She said gently. Edward didn’t respond, just curled up on the mattress and hugged his stuffed bear to self soothe. He snuggled underneath the blankets and held himself tight as he sobbed, his eyes snapping shut in the want to will the world away.
He fell asleep before he even realized that he was drifting off. His sleep was dreamless and heavy. It was the kind of nap that you woke up sleepy from and when Edward was roused from it, he still felt the urge to nod off. He probably would have if he didn’t notice Bruce sitting by his bedside, looking at Edward in a contemplative manner with one hand poised under his chin in a mockery of a thinkers pose.
Edward shot up and scurried back out of primal fear. Bruce’s face sagged just slightly in disappointment, but he willed away the expression in less than a moment. “Good, you’re awake.” Bruce said, in a clipped and professional tone.
“Where am I?” Edward asked from his hiding spot rooted against the wall. He hugged his knees and hid his face behind them. “Where have you taken me?”
“This is my house.” Bruce replied stiffly. Then he leaned in just slightly, moving into Edward’s space inch by inch. “Do you… do you remember what happened?”
Edward nodded sorrowfully. “You attacked me.” He said, his voice wet with unvoiced sobs. “Why did you do that? I never-” he sobbed, and Bruce looked at him sympathetically. “I never did anything to you.” Maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised, he had never done anything horrible to anyone but people felt the desire to hurt him anyway. It was like he was born for this, to suffer. To be used and abused.
His shoulders sagged in defeat as Bruce looked at him intensely. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I never would have done anything like that if I was…” He sighed, “Someone drugged me. You know uh, Sara Pippin?” He asked. Edward slowly shook his head. “She’s one of the cheerleaders. It doesn’t really matter though. She put some rut inducers in my lunch. I guess she was trying to entrap me into claiming her, get a meal ticket you know but even drugged I had no interest. Her scent is repulsive to me. Was even worse when I was drugged and my nose was more sensitive.” He explained.
“Then why did you… do those things to me?” Edward asked.
Bruce rubbed the back of his head and looked down, ashamed. “I wasn’t in the right state of mind of course. But I guess I went after you because I like you.” He nearly mumbled that last bit, in a gesture that was almost contrite and shy. It was strange for Edward to see the alpha looking like that.
Edward blinked as he took in that information. “You… you like me?” He parroted. No one had ever liked him before, he was unimpressive and ugly. Too mentally unwell for anyone to want. But Bruce Wayne, apparently, had liked him enough to assault him when he was in rut. “Why?”
Bruce seemed bemused by that. “I don’t know what you mean.” He said.
Edward’s frown deepened. “What about me could possibly make you like me so much that you would… ravage me like that? I’m not special. I’m not beautiful. No one else likes me.” He tried not to sound bitter about it, but he was. Of course the first time someone bothered to pay attention to him they wouldn’t be nice. Of course he would lose his virginity to an alpha in a drugged rut who attacked him and had the audacity to tell him it was because he liked him.
“You’re beautiful to me.” Bruce said, a strangely sentimental statement considering how they had gotten in this position. “You’re pretty and kind and smart. And your scent is… I don’t even know how to describe it as anything other than intoxicating. I think I’ve liked you since the start of freshman year. I was… trying to work up the courage to ask you out, I didn’t want to do something like this to you. I’m sorry. I know saying that won’t make it better, but its the truth.”
Edward didn’t know what to say to that, he was shocked. He gaped at Bruce as the alpha scooted ever closer. It wasn’t until Bruce was right next to him, close enough to touch him, that he snapped out of it. He shivered as Bruce stroked his cheek, he didn’t know what to do.
“You’re really pretty Edward.” Bruce muttered, his tone deadpan and strangely earnest. “I did a terrible thing to you, but I’m still glad I claimed you while I was in that rut.” He said, his voice low enough that it was nearly a whisper. A secret.
Edward’s hand moved to his bonding gland. “You bit me.” He remembered.
“Mm-hmm. Several times. I remember that, I had to keep you. So I kept biting you just in case it didn’t stick.” Bruce affirmed, he did not seem as apologetic about this as he was about everything else he did while he was in rut. Edward felt a tingle of fear down his spine.
When Bruce pushed him down onto the mattress, Edward was not expecting it. He let out a soft gasp and shivered under Bruce’s touch. Edward was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, so it was easy for Bruce to pull away his clothing.
He didn’t fight this time, he didn’t feel like there was a point in fighting. He just accepted that his alpha was going to do what he pleased with him. Bruce gently kissed at his neck, “I’m going to take good care of you, Edward.” He muttered in between kisses. “I’m going to keep you safe and protect you, you don’t ever have to go back to the orphanage again.”
Edward whimpered as Bruce’s hand moved down in between his legs to cup his pussy. To his own embarrassment he discovered that he was wet, his cunt reacting in a way that his mind was nowhere near ready to, to Bruce’s touch. “It’s okay.” Bruce soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’ll be gentle.”
Edward whimpered again and shook his head, he didn’t have the courage to say no or that he wasn’t ready for this. Was he even allowed to tell his alpha no, he wondered. He didn’t have the rule book for these sort of things. None of the sisters had ever given him any sort of comprehensive sex ed.
Regardless of what he should have done, Edward found himself going limp and quiet as Bruce’s fingers slid inside of him. He was still sore from what Bruce had done to him last night, so despite the fact that his movements were gentle they still hurt a little. And even still, his body reacted positively. Like he liked it. Like his hindbrain knew this was what he was supposed to be doing, submitting to an alpha and spreading his legs.
Bruce kept on gently fingering Edward as pleasure built up inside the omega. His body liked it, even though he wasn’t sure how to feel. Bruce’s fingers brushed over his swollen clit in gentle, circular movements. It wasn’t long until Edward was quietly mewling and soaking wet from the attention.
“Bruce!” He found himself crying out, without his own permission. Bruce responded to his mewling cries by kissing his neck and muttering soothing nonsense in his ear. It didn’t take long for Edward to cum around Bruce’s fingers. It was the first time that someone had ever made him cum.
He was incredibly overwhelmed, but it was clear that Bruce wasn’t done with him yet. He was gentler like this, but no less frightening to Edward’s senses. He couldn’t do anything but accept what was going to happen to him. Bruce pulled his cock out from the confines of his sweats, already hard.
He slid inside of Edward with a bit of ease. It was easier this time, despite his soreness, his body was more accustomed to taking cock now. Bruce fucked him slowly and with a loving sort of gentility, as well as the nervousness that you would expect from an inexperienced teenager having sex for the first time.
It was almost like the alpha that had attacked him yesterday and the one touching him now were two entirely different people. Like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde situation, only more confusing and a little worse. Bruce kissed him and touched him, insistent and gentle and a little shy. And Edward let him.
Edward let Bruce fuck him until his knot was swelling inside of him again, locking them together once more. Again the worry about getting pregnant clamored inside of him, his terror about the idea was palpable but he could not do anything about it just yet. He hoped it wouldn’t happen now. All he could do was hope.
Bruce settled him down so that he was laying on his side, Bruce behind him. The alpha gently stroked his slightly chubby tummy in an absentminded sort of way. “What did you mean, when you said I didn’t have to go back to the orphanage ever again?” His mind wandered to his bear, sitting close to where he was laying. He grabbed it and hugged it close to his naked chest.
“I, uh, talked to the nuns at the orphanage and explained the situation.” Bruce replied. Edward’s heart sunk a bit, knowing that the Mother Superior – who had never liked him – was probably teaching lessons to the other omegas about how not to end up like Edward, he could hear her calling him a Jezebel slut who had entrapped an alpha now.
He frowned, but Bruce couldn’t see it. The alpha continued on speaking, “I tried to grab your stuff, but you didn’t seem to have much. Just a stuffed animal and some books. They wouldn’t let me grab your clothes either.”
“The uniforms belong to the orphanage.” Edward supplied in an almost robotic voice.
“Hm, well. I’ll get you more stuff. It’s okay.” Bruce said, in a consoling manner. Edward let out a quiet sigh, that was one plus side here, he was supposed. Being bonded to the prince of Gotham meant he would never have to worry about surviving ever again.
All of a sudden, the door opened and the woman from earlier came in with a tray of tea and sandwiches poised delicately in her hand. “I see you two have gotten acquainted.” She said, no trace of judgement or humor in her tone. She was downright prim about the sight. It was almost humorous, how awkward it was.
“Thank you for the tea, Dory. You can leave it with me.” Bruce said, sending her off politely as she set it down on the bed. Then they were alone again. “That place seems awful.” Bruce said with distaste, “I’m going to try and talk to some of the people on the board of Wayne Enterprises, see if they can do anything to make it better. Or shut it down.”
“Thank you.” Edward whispered. It was strange that this was how he got the relief from his entrapment at the orphanage. Bruce advised him to eat and he did as he was told, with every bite the alpha praised him and stroked his hair or kissed his cheek. This wasn’t so bad, he decided. Maybe with time, he could learn to accept his new place in the world. There were worse fates to have, he knew well.