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The puckered flesh of the wounds at his stomach appeared even worse than they felt. Grimacing, Dick pulled his sweat pants down in the mirror. The shots were from armour piercing rounds that had glanced off his body as he ducked down a corridor at a building by the wharf. One had buried itself in Dick’s abdomen and he’d required surgery to get it out. The hardest part hadn’t been bearing the pain or admitting to the family that he’d fucked up and underestimated the group he’d been investigating, the hardest part had been being put under for the surgery. He’d tried to talk his way into local anesthesia only and still remembered the horrified looks the doctors had shot him – and Dick had been shot enough.
“Grayson?” came Damian’s voice from outside the bathroom. The kid had insisted on staying with him over the weekend and truthfully Dick didn’t mind. It was nice not to be alone even when his conversational partner was an 11-year-old.
“I’m fine, Dami.”
“Tt. I’m coming in.” The door to the bathroom jiggled. With a sigh Dick limped over and opened it, knowing if he didn’t Damian would get out the lockpicking set.
The next ten minutes Dick spent getting berated for being hurt. “You must train harder,” and, “your wound care is abominable – what would you do without me here?” as Damian helped him rewrap his stomach. “Tt. Why are you smiling?”
All Dick did was hold up his hands in feigned defeat. “Sorry, sorry.” Getting read the riot act chaffed the first time it had happened, but Dick understood now that it was Damian’s way of showing affection and frankly it was much better than Alfred and Bruce shooting him moon eyes when they thought he wasn’t looking, which is what would have happened at the Manor.
If only one of the bullets hadn’t gotten through his abdominal wall and destroyed the layer of muscle, Dick would already be back at it. As it was, he could barely bring himself to walk outside the apartment; he was trying to grit his teeth through recovery without pills, since pills meant panic attacks.
“I’m headed back to Gotham soon.” Damian was looking through the fridge when he said it. Dick nodded – since Bruce was out for at least a few days on JL business, Damian was needed there to help Spoiler. Damian turned to Dick and pointed at the fully stocked contents behind him. “Promise me you shall not order in for every meal.”
A jaunty ring tone saved Dick from having to lie to Damian’s face and with the smile of a delivered man he answered his phone.
“Tim!” Dick switched the call to video and waited for his omega to accept. Tim looked unsure at first, fiddling with his hair when he came on screen and looking almost peaky. The background was Tim’s new suite at the Manor, where he was sitting on a divan in his low-lit large bedroom. He wore a modest dress and offered Dick a tentative smile.
“Hi, alpha.”
“Hey, gorgeous. I heard Bruce had to head out. Did he treat you right tonight?” In Dick’s received messages folder was proof of how right Bruce had treated their omega an hour before: in his mind’s eye Dick conjured up the picture of Tim laid out on the bed. When he’d received it they’d been eating a late dinner and Damian hadn’t exactly given him time to enjoy the treat at the time.
Tim looked askance, cheeks pinking. “Alpha took care of me. He said Alfred will be back soon for the night.”
Damian inserted himself at that point. “Yes, Pennyworth always plays backgammon on Saturday evenings.” The kid sat on the couch and sidled up until he could see Tim as well, pressing himself against Dick’s side, closer than Damian usually allowed. Taking his chance, Dick threw an arm over Damian’s small shoulders and pretended it didn’t hurt to stretch those muscles.
“Damian.” Tim’s smile grew and Dick tried not to take it personally. “Alfred said you were helping Dick.”
“Tt.” Damian crossed his arms, the question distracting him from telling off Dick for showing physical affection. “Grayson is incompetent at caring for himself. I must attend him or his convalescence will take even longer.”
“Well, that’s not good.” Tim’s smile transferred to Dick, turning teasing. “It sounds like he’s lucky you’re there for him.”
“Exceedingly.” Damian sniffed, a habit he’d picked up from Alfred. Despite being the topic of their reproach, Dick found himself willing to put up with it all as he held Damian and soaked up Tim’s smile. “There has been a change. I will see you tomorrow morning.” Damian continued, “Father’s absence calls me back to Gotham.”
Tim nodded. “Right, we talked. Sounds like he’s headed to Mars.”
Wow – Dick hadn’t thought Bruce would confide a detail like that in Tim. They barely knew the boy, really, despite their in-depth background checks and the courting time.
“Yes, leaving Gotham to investigate another planet.” Damian looked like he wanted to roll his eyes but his pride restrained him. He flicked an empty energy drink can Dick had left on the coffee table. “We were supposed to go to the zoo on Sunday.”
Dick winced. He’d been there for that conversation and now he was here for the broken promise. The past few months Damian had been insistent that there was something fishy going on at the Gotham City Zoo and Bruce had finally taken Dick’s idea and offered to take Damian ‘undercover’. At the time Dick hadn’t been sure whether the investigation was simply an excuse for Damian to take a trip to the zoo with his dad, but Damian’s frowning face hid a hurt Dick was only too familiar with. Bruce has so many plates in the air at one time it was amazing more didn’t shatter, but sometimes what he chose to drop Dick would never understand. His children were very important to Bruce; trips to the zoo, less so. Bruce didn’t always understand that the two were linked. Outside of romantic relationships that had clear rules for affection Bruce often came across as lost, and Dick had long ago grown tired of being his emotional GPS.
“We could go to the zoo.” Tim was tentative but still softly smiling. “Now that Bruce and Alfred will be out tomorrow, I’m free.”
The offer was almost unbelievable and Dick braced himself for Damian’s unpredictable response.
Damian looked between them. “Grayson is much too inhibited to walk the amount necessary.”
“I meant you and me. We could go.” Tim blinked once, turning his gaze towards Dick. “Right, alpha?”
Ah, well played, Tim. Say ‘no’ and be the bad guy to a boy too tough to admit he just wanted a trip to the zoo, or say ‘yes’ and send an unchaperoned omega into the figurative wilds.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Dick said as breezily as he could.
“I suppose it is acceptable.” Damian got up from the couch and Dick’s grasp. Right as he was about to step away he thought of something and bent back over to put his head into the view of Dick’s phone. “Do not allow Grayson to seduce you into acrobatic acts of carnality. He will only worsen his impairment – ” A hand connected with Damian’s face, smushing his cheek and shoving him out of view.
“Hahaha,“ Dick fought one-handed against Damian’s attempts to get back on camera. ”Ha, funny joke, Dami.“
“You imbecile, I am not jesting. Timothy! Heed my warning!” Damian squawked and Dick dropped the phone to give him a noogie. Laughter rang out from the phone’s speakers, background noise to Dick tossing Damian out of his apartment.
Thankfully the little demon brat allowed it; Dick wasn’t so self-impressed as to think he could make Damian do anything in the state he was in.
“’Acrobatic acts of carnality?’” Tim’s smile was undeniable and Dick returned it, ignoring his embarrassment at being called out for his horniness by a middle schooler.
“He’s a weird kid.”
“I like him.” Tim adjusted his pose so that he was holding his phone above his head. Black hair spilled onto his pillow and all Dick wanted to do was run his hands through it.
“I like the little demon, too,” Dick admitted.
Tim chewed on his lip. “Are you really okay? What actually happened?”
Talking about himself. Great. “Zigged when I should have zagged.” Dick put on a self-deprecating smile. “Really it’s all Jason’s fault.”
“Why do you say that?” The omega was frowning now, peering up at his phone in confusion.
“Just joking.” Getting a bit antsy, Dick got up from the couch slowly. “He drove a lot of the harder criminals out of Gotham. Good for Gotham, not so good for places like Bludhaven. Some of those guys are the ones who tagged me. Really nothing to do with Jason.”
“Oh.” A pensive look crossed Tim’s face. “That makes sense. He said something like that before.”
Jason, actively talking about his history and what he’d done? It was hard to believe but Tim had no reason to lie. Thinking back on it though, when had their omega and Jason even had time to talk? As far as Dick had seen they’d barely exchanged more than hellos during the courting.
“Alpha,” Tim said suddenly, urgent. “You’re bleeding.”
Dick looked down to confirm the report and indeed he was bleeding, carmine spots speckled over the deepest bullet hole. Not exactly the suave and sexy shirtless figure he’d hoped to present. “No worries, baby. A little blood just means the flesh is still alive. I’ve got internal stitches and if those had broken believe me we’d both know.”
Shockingly Tim did not seem convinced by this. “Maybe you should go lay down.”
“You just want me in bed.” Despite his teasing, Dick followed his omega’s request, hiding the pain as he did.
“I want you to not bleed out,” Tim said chidingly, flipping over onto his front and putting the camera up against the headboard.
“I heard I’m not the only on in a little pain tonight.” Dick raised an eyebrow at Tim.
“You know about that?” Tim tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.
“I may have gotten a pretty picture sent to me.” Bruce had sent a few, actually. One was of Tim bent over on the bed, alpha come dripping from his pussy to the bedspread, his beat ass perfectly presented. “Was Bruce too hard on you?”
Tim shook his head. “No, I’m fine.” He squirmed as he said it.
“Let me see?”
Tim bit his lip and looked around. “How – ?”
“Leave the phone there and bend over for me.” A second later and Tim was complying, deliciously teasing the phone camera with his legs spread but his dress covering his ass and thighs. “Pull your dress up and show me what alpha did to you.”
Dick couldn’t help himself; he slipped a hand into his sweats and wrapped it around his generous cock, wishing he could be in the room with Tim and lick that pussy up. He moaned in a mix of frustration and arousal. “This is torture.”
On the bed Tim was shaking.
“Tim?” Dick wondered.
Laughter came through on the phone speakers. Tim canted his head back to look at his phone. “Looking at my butt is torture?”
Dick smiled back. “Not being able to touch you is torture. I want to kiss your hurts all better.” Maybe give the omega some new bruises – but he didn’t want to scare him again.
“It does still kind of hurt,” Tim confirmed. “Bruce said you knew where the bruise cream is.”
Oh Bruce, you brilliant bastard.
It was a matter of minutes to guide Tim down the hall to Dick’s own suite at the Manor. Rarely did Dick have a reason to use it in the last few years, although he had a feeling that may change soon, one way or another. Putting aside intrusive thoughts about his past and future, Dick coached Tim through putting his phone on a side table and taking off his dress and his training bra. The sweet omega was left completely bare and blushing, holding a tube of bruise cream.
“Go ahead. You only need a thin layer. It will tingle a little bit.”
“Yes, alpha.”
With baited breath Dick watched his omega bend over his bed and smear cream over his cute cheeks and tender thighs. Tim’s skin glistened in the low light.
“Does that feel better, baby?”
Tim nodded and moaned. The slut had started leaking slick.
“Did Bruce knot you again?”
“No, he didn’t.”“
Was that a hint of frustration he heard? A wolfish grin took over Dick’s face. “You want something in that pussy, don’t you?”
“Please,” Tim said. The omega was right where Dick wanted him, needy after just a few of his own touches and the lightest dirty talk.
In Dick’s side table were some surprises he kept for past partners and he instructed Tim to rifle through it. “That’s the one,” Dick indicated when Tim turned to the camera to show what he’d found. A flared dildo, five or six inches long with a nice curve and weight to it, sat in Tim’s dainty hands.
Usually Dick stuffed it in an omega’s pussy to tighten them up while he fucked their ass, or down their throat if they were talkers.
“Have you ever touched a dildo?’
A society omega was supposed to remain chaste so it was surprising when Tim nodded. “A beta girl at school brought one in secretly once.”
“And you took the opportunity to touch it? Ah, a little naughty school boy you were.” Dick squeezed his own cock. “Better not tell Bruce or you’ll get another spanking.”
“What, you scared to do your own dirty work?” Tim looked like he could barely believe the words had come out of his mouth, but instead of taking them back he reinforced them with a haughty glare.
Upon hearing the challenge Dick knew his eyes narrowed even as his pupils grew. All he wanted on Earth was to be next to the omega Bruce had found them, the almost suspiciously perfect match for their mess. “If you’re going to use that mouth to be disrespectful to your alpha, maybe you need to occupy it some other way.”
At that the bluster Tim had been showing melted. He looked down at the dildo in his hands.
“Put it in your mouth, Tim.” Dick leaned forward, watching his naive omega lick at the dildo’s head searchingly. Pink lips closed tight around the silicone and Dick jacked once at his own flesh in commiseration. “That’s right. I know you’ve done this for Bruce. Show me how far down you can go.”
On camera Tim did his best, gagging and then coughing on the toy. It’d gotten down the first inch of his throat before he’d forced it up and he glared at it after he pulled off. Spit dripped from his lips and the dildo alike, and he gasped wetly into the phone.
“Put it back in right now.” Gaze caught on the omega, Dick fondled the thick bulb of his cock, bigger than what the omega held. “You can do better than that.”
With a challenging glare Tim did as he was told, stuffing the dildo in his mouth. His eyes bulged slightly at the pressure and two tears ran down his face. It said all sorts of fucked up things, Dick was sure, that those tears sent pre-come blurting from his cock.
“Keep it in that throat,” Dick demanded, really beating his own piece now as he watched Tim choke. “God, such a good boy for me.”
More tears ran down Tim’s face and he whined around the molded silicone before he spit the whole thing up, coughing violently enough that he retched once or twice. With his free hand he wiped at his slick lips and hiccuped adorably. “It’s – it’s different from the real thing.”
“That’s right. No alpha pheromones to turn your Adam’s gland on.” Dick smirked. “It’s practice for you, baby. I know it’s amazing to have alpha cock in that perfect mouth, but you’ve got to focus on making us feel good, too. We want to fuck your tight throatpussy and not just your hot mouth. How are you gonna get into shape to take it unless you try when you aren’t cock drunk? So put it back in your mouth.”
With a mullish look Tim did. Dick let him hold it shallow for a minute, watching the omega play with the fake head and wishing he had a Zeta tube at his apartment to take him straight to the Manor so he could train Tim on the real thing. What he’d said was true, though: the Adam’s gland meant that when fucked Tim’s throat would create slick that acted as an aphrodisiac and Tim would go mindless with pleasure. Omegas with Adam’s glands were rare but sought after for that reason; when high on alpha pheromones they’d squirt hard when you fucked their throatpussy. They were actually so rare that Dick had not indulged in one before – those kind of omegas were inundated with mating offers and never ended up in the places Dick had occasionally trawled.
If they didn’t force the issue, though, Tim would never learn how to give a good blow job or swallow alpha cock. He was a perfect sleeve by birth but Dick knew he could be more than that – and he intended to help Bruce train him.
“One last time for me,” Dick encouraged. “Try to touch your lips to the base.” He watched as Tim did his best, tears sleeting down his cherry-red cheeks. The glare he’d been treating Dick to turned quickly to a pleading look, and Dick released him from whatever weak thrall he held with a proud nod. “So good for me, Tim. You tried so hard. Like the real thing better, huh?”
A violent red had taken over Tim’s face, and he gasped a few times as if he didn’t hear the question. Finally he nodded, covering his mouth as he did. Sat on the bed, Tim moved out of view momentarily and came back with a tissue that he used to wipe his eyes. The dildo, dripping with bubbled spit, was still gripped in his other hand.
“You’ve got it all wet for your pussy, now.” Dick brought his own phone closer to his face, not wanting to miss a moment. Fawn-like Tim looked at the dildo then sat on the bed about three feet from his phone, plenty close enough for Dick to see details. The omega spread his shaking legs for Dick’s view.
“It feels…weird.” Rubbing it between his folds, Tim knocked it once against his caged cocklet and winced.
“It know it’s smaller than Bruce or me. Sorry that I can’t feed that hungry kitty myself tonight. Put it in.” Eagerly Dick watched as Tim slowly obeyed, pushing the head of the dildo into his tiny quim. It popped in and Tim grimaced then moaned like he was confused.
“Be gentle with yourself, baby.” Gripping his own balls, Dick groaned. “That pussy may be hungry for cock but it only got broken in today. Go slow. Touch your tits.”
“Yes, alpha.” Taking his free hand Tim massaged one of his small breasts, nipples like raspberries that Dick dearly wanted to lick.
“Pinch your nipples.” When he did so Tim’s eyes flew open in surprise. Dick smirked knowingly. The boy had gotten his pussy stuffed with alpha come and Bruce had said he’d used the omega’s mouth the night before. It was likely enough to kick-start hormone production that would begin to tie the omega physically and emotionally to the alphas whose come he ingested, but also prompt his body to begin preparing for a hearthwarmer’s main purpose: carrying alphas’ children. His breasts would become tender and grow ever so slightly, leading to eventual lactation. The magic contraception Bruce had called in a favor for would heighten and accelerate the natural effects of their semen.
Wishing he could dump his own load into their omega, Dick bit his tongue. It would be at least 48 hours before he could trust himself to have Tim in the room without busting open his stitches, so he had to content himself with taking Tim into hand in other ways.
“Can you come like this?” Dick asked. He may as well have said nothing, because Tim didn’t answer; instead his head tipped back onto the bedspread, hiding it from view. The omega moaned, his hand urgently pistoning the dildo into his cunt as he twisted his nipples.
“That’s right, make them hurt,” Dick gasped out, furiously thrusting into a cradle of his fist, pretending it was his omega. “Next time I see you, I’m going to suck on those until you scream.”
“Dick,” Tim cried out.
“Yes, baby, make yourself come for me, do it now.”
A scream later and Tim was seizing on the bed, toes curling and his head thrown back. Slick covered his hands and thighs and he moaned, trembling around the dildo through his orgasm.
Dick came a second after, catching most of his release in a nearby tissue. it wasn’t possibly to knot without omega pheromones so his clean up was easy even if his body felt confused seeing but not smelling a fuckable omega right in front of him.
“You okay?” Dick asked, breathless himself.
The boy groaned and levered up onto an elbow to look at the camera. Sweat ran down his face and a tear or two decorated his cheeks. “’m okay, alpha.” He reached down to the toy in his cunt and with a dirty schlick sound pulled it out.
“Clean that off before you – ” Dick was saying, expecting Tim to take it to the bathroom, but Tim shocked him by putting the dildo right back in his mouth. It went in frothy with Tim’s cream and came out spit-shined.
On Bambi-like legs Tim got up from the bed to get his phone. He tumbled onto the bed again with Dick in hand, looking down with a shy smile and showing him the clean toy.
“Well done,” Dick said, still shocked at how his new omega had casually done something so deliciously filthy. If he’d been 18 still, he’d be popping another stiffy.
“Wish you were here, alpha.” Tim was licking the head of the dildo, managing to look mournful. “When will you be by?”
God, fuck Bruce. He had to have known their omega would beg for Dick after getting an orgasm but not having any alpha pheromones to complement it, to calm the heat in his veins. Bruce and Alfred were always trying to get Dick to recover at the Manor when he was hurt, and it was easy to turn them down – there were too many memories imbued in its walls for Dick to want to live there again even temporarily – but it was much harder to deny an omega whose care he was responsible for.
“Let me think about it, honey.”
“Okay.” Tim set the dildo down, recognizing he wouldn’t be able to seduce an answer out of Dick.
“You did well tonight.” After he said it Dick almost rolled his eyes at himself. What was this, an after-action report? “You’ll be deepthroating like a champ in no time.”
Instead of being nonplussed at the dubious declaration, Tim looked calculating. “It would be more fun on the real thing.”
Dick swallowed. “Your Adam’s gland will make that difficult.”
Tim cocked his head to the side. “Don’t you have an outfit that blocks pheromones?”
“I – ” Dick raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. “The Nightwing suit?” Unlike Jason’s outfit, which was piece-meal and contained no inherent blocking, the Nightwing and Spoiler suits certainly did.
“Well…” Tim gave him a naughty smile. “You have to be able to whip it out to go to the bathroom on patrol sometime, right?”
Dick laughed. “Yeah, it’s got an hole for that. Not sure how good the blocking is when it’s open, but we could try. You want Nightwing to teach you how to deepthroat?”
The look Tim gave him made it pretty obvious that was the case and Dick grinned salaciously himself. Oftentimes he was saving people on the worst day of their lives – they were scared and just wanted reassurance – but occasionally adrenaline caused strange reactions and Nightwing was familiar with being propositioned in-costume by citizens who thought the anonymity and suit were hot. His omega wanted to play with his alter ego? Dick was happy to oblige.
“You can sleep in my bed if you want,” Dick heard himself offer, unprompted.
Tim was unreadable as he rubbed a hand over a pillowcase. “It doesn’t smell like you here.”
“Right, of course,” Dick said, sheepishly shrugging. “Forget I said anything. Haven’t been there in a while.”
“When will I see you?” Tim asked again, then clarified, “In real life.”
Dick did some quick calculations. “I promise, I’ll be on the mend and kidnapping you by next weekend.”
“Okay.” The omega offered Dick the shiest smile he’d seen so far, sweet enough that Dick wanted to run, away or towards Tim he didn’t know himself.
“Brush your teeth,” he said roughly.
Tim rolled his eyes in response. “Duh, alpha. Good night.”
“Sleep tight.”
~
Following his own advice, Dick dragged himself to the bathroom and did his ablutions as well as he could around the holes in his stomach. The effort drained him and though he wanted nothing more than to collapse into dreams, there was one more call for him to make.
Stephanie picked up on the third ring. Her voice came through in that tinny fashion that told Dick she was suited up, just as he’d expected. Tonight she’d be out later than usual due to Bruce’s absence.
After explaining his dilemma Dick waited for her to respond.
“You’ll owe me,” Stephanie said. “Barbara too.”
“Why would I own Barbara?” Dick threw a hand up in exasperation even though she couldn’t see it.
“Because I’m supposed to be helping her with a Thing tomorrow and if I’m at the zoo I won’t be doing that, will I?”
Dick sighed. He knew when he was beat, and he’d managed to be outmaneuvered tonight by Bruce and Tim already. What was another family member? “Fine. I’ll owe you guys a favor.”
“Separate favors,” Stephanie smartly clarified and Dick had no real choice but to accede.
They hung up and Dick sent Tim a message after looking around his empty apartment.
Wear something cute under your clothes tomorrow.
Then,
send me a pic when you do!
Dick waited but a reply never came, and he eventually fell into a fitful, painful sleep.