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When Jason had arrived, well he'd clearly arrived too late, he could see that easily. His initial reaction was to struggle to take off the Hood, to throw up the pasta he and Roy had for dinner earlier that day, but he couldn't. He couldn't. He bit his tongue into he tasted blood.
The entire creation and continued existence of Red Hood and his status as a feared Crime Lord depended on his image, the image he'd crafted where the man was a Feral Alpha.
It was a facade, a lie, a complete sham that Jason had to stick to if he wanted any semblance of respect or power or fear… Nobody would fear him if they knew the truth, knew exactly what he was hiding.
The kid, the one Jason had befriended a couple weeks previous, had been homeless, a feisty little guy, a real survivor, reminded Jason of himself in many ways. Jason didn't want to overwhelm the boy, didn't want to invite him home at the drop of a hat like Bruce had done to him. He'd been waiting until the kid was comfortable with him. He shouldn't have waited. This was his fault. He should have acted sooner, he knew what Gotham was like, he'd lived there nearly his whole life (minus his time with the League of course.) So why had he hesitated?
Jason didn't think he could move yet, could only stay where he'd hidden to get a good vantage point, his entire form trembling, be it in anger at himself or the two men in the largely empty warehouse before him.
"Shame. I was enjoying all those pretty sounds." One man sighed sadly, dipping down to stub out his cigarette on bare flesh. The kid, Riley, was dead, clearly. Jason bit down a whine. Alphas didn't whine. He couldn't intervene, not when he couldn't get a lid on his Omega instincts. He had to stay where he was, frozen in horror and watching as the torture continued. That was his pup. He'd- When had his instincts decided that? He was grateful when the Hood muffled a heartbreaking keen, glad the patches he had on were good enough to mask his distressed scent. He felt sick, his stomach swirled and he wanted to cry.
"I know. They always break so easily." The other sighed as if they were discussing the weather.
"Still, you picked good with this one. Love it when they're a fighter." The one who'd stubbed the cigarette scoffed. Cigarette man reached down to his hips, zipping back up his jeans that had been opened but not discarded. The other, Jason internally called black shirt, didn't stop his motions though.
Jason couldn't move. He couldn't move.
He let out another whine, a call to his Alpha who wouldn't be able to hear him, not when Roy was at home looking after Lian.
He wanted his Alpha. He wanted to run away.
Black shirt man groaned deepily, his hands coming up to rest on Rileys shoulders as he rutted his hips, continued to rape the poor pup even after he'd died likely from the purpling marks around his wrist or perhaps the blood pooling from his side from a bullet wound.
Cigarette Man rolled his eyes as Black Shirt chased his orgasm, knotting the dead pup as he eventually slumped forward and came.
"You nasty bitch, Jared." Cigarette Man laughed and Black Shirt, Jared laughed too, despite his current position.
"You know me, Phil." Jared winked. Phil wheezed on another laugh.
"Yeah I do. You're so hot like that Jared, fuck." Phil bit out a groan, palming himself through his jeans. "Don't make me go another round, I'm spent." He hissed out after.
Jared finally pulled out of Riley, leaving the body on the floor, soaked in blood and cum. Jason's whine grew rough. He had managed to calm his breathing and let the anger of the Pit wash over him.
By the time he got onto his feet and over to the two men, Phil was being actively groped by the other man, gasping and rolling against Jared's hand in his trousers, blissed out…
Jason snarled. His pup was dead behind them and they were- he saw green.
"Fuck, Fuck-" Phil gasped when he saw Red Hood. That was the last thing he saw. Jason was on him instantly, Jared knocked aside. Jason didn't make it quick. Usually he wasn't one for torture, in fact he hardly murdered anymore but these two? Jason drew it out, wasn't satisfied until he'd made them suffer like his pup. He took great satisfaction in blowing off both mens knots with his guns, pressing his heavy boots down on what remained. They both begged, they both cried and then they both died.
Jason didn't feel like that was enough but he his suit was caked in blood.
He squatted down to pick up Riley, so small and still and growing cold.
"My pup. I'm so sorry." Jason trembled but didn't cry. He couldn't, not until he was safe at home where he didn't have to be Red Hood where he could just be Jason. He did however, scoop Riley up and hold them to his chest. "I'm so sorry baby." He whimpered, holding the body close, one gloved hand reaching up to clean up the kids face a little, whipping away dried tear tracks and snot and trails of blood from his chin. It was awful, Jason felt awful.
It was shabby and Riley deserved better but Jason laid the body to rest outside, making the best hole he could with the crowbar on his back, burying the pup in the damp soil.
"I'm sorry." Jason whispered on final time before he turned and left. Red Hood was done for the night. He needed to be Jason.
"Jay?" Roy exclaimed when Jason stepped through the door to their apartment. The Hood was quickly launched up and off his head, into the closest tabletop (he didn't have to be as gentle with it after removing the bomb…) His fingers curled under his scent patches and ripped them off, not even wincing at the sensation.
Instantly the scent of a utterly heartbroken-distressed-guilty Omega filled the room. Roy's confusion and concern morphed into pure terror. Lian still tucked in one arm, he surged forward and reached to pull Jason into a hug with his free hand. Jason recoiled until he'd shucked off his bloody top layers leaving him only in his undershirt and boxers, then he all but fell into Roy.
"Jaybaby, whatever is the matter?" Roy asked, the scent of protective-defensive-fearful Alpha washed over him. Jason sagged like a puppet with cut strings, collapsing onto Roy's strong, reassuring hold. The sobs and tears finally spilled, no longer needing to be contained.
"I- My fault. R-Riley's dead. My Pup." Jason howled mournfully, trembling violently. Roy cursed. An Omega facing the loss of their Pup be it biological or emotionally adopted like in Jason's case, both would feel terrible, would feel worse than bond rejection. Roy could only cling to Jason as he wailed. Jason had mentioned the kid a few times, and Roy would always be delighted to see Jason's eyes lit up at the prospect of a fiesty street rat for a son, someone who reminded Jason of himself, who needed someone just like Jason had. Roy was going to suggest they take him in, was going to ask at the weekend when they had date night reservations and Lian would be staying with her Uncles Dick and Wally…but apparently they'd left it too late. Roy cursed again.
"M-My fault- should have-" Jason attempted but stopped to hack out a cough, sobs making his throat hurt and his breathing irregular. "Should have taken him in sooner-" Jason whined, pressing his nose up into Roy's neck, breathing deeply over Roy's scent glands, relaxing only partially at the Alpha's scent.
Lian grumbled in Roy's arm, wriggling, having awoken, before sputtering out little cries, able to sense her Mama's upset.
Jason's eyes widened as he looked down at their pup. Lian wasn't even one years old yet, still a tiny baby, but Jason loved her with all his heart, even if she wasn't his. Roy wriggled a little to rock Lian who only cried harder.
Jason shuddered, still reeling one the loss of his child but Lian needed him too. He swallowed and held out his arms. Roy shot him a look, to make sure Jason was certain. Jason nodded slowly. Roy maneuvered the three of them into the bedroom, pushing Jason gently back onto the bed. Jason frowned but didn't protest until his back rested on the headboard. Lian was then placed in his arms and almost instantly halted her tears.
"T-that's it baby, Mama has you." Jason sniffled, looking down at his precious pup. Roy smiled at the sight, it wouldn't forgive the fact Riley was dead but maybe, just maybe, Lian could reduce the Omegas despair.
Lian gurgled something and Jason laughed through tears. Roy sat down beside them watching.
"She's probably hungry, I didn't get to feed her before you came home."Because Jason had stormed in an hour early from patrol. Jason nodded.
"Sorry, Mama is sorry, precious." Jason apologised down to the little life in his arms who didn't understand his words. Jason reached with shaking hands to pull off the undershirt. Lian instantly got the message when Jason tilted her head with a hand, little lips quickly latching onto him and suckling. Jason melted, wasn't ashamed at the little moan he let out when his milk finally ran. Roy watched with love and adoration as his Omega fed his Daughter.
"You're so good, Jay. Nothing was your fault, you're not to blame. Remember that, Jaybaby." Roy moved to press a kiss to Mains Jason's head. Jason nodded his tears starting to halt, mentally he was still grieving but his body had decided he was done with that, what with him nursing Lian. As far as his body knew, his pup was fine because they were clearly feeding.
"Sorry, I- I didn't even realise- That- That I thought of him as mine already. It.. It hurts so much Roy, make it stop." Jason begged.
"Jay… That's not…" Roy trailed because that wasn't what his Omega needed.
"Need it. Make it stop. Roy please I- I- can't stop seeing it." Jason keened out an Omega call to their Alpha. Roy answered instantly, subconsciously before frowning.
"Are you sure Jason… You-"
"Breed me Alpha, Pup me. Please I feel so empty, I'm- I'm missing part of my soul- give- need knot." Jason babbled. Which again, wasn't an unusual reaction. An Omega who lost their pup would, on some level, desperately seek another to fill the void. It wasn't that healthy mentally but biologically it would be what they needed. Roy always thought it was pretty messed up.
Which it was. But Jason looked so broken, so desperate that Roy felt his resolve snap.
So, while Lian continued to feed, Jason holding his daughter so closely, Roy climbed closer to the pair, hands on the waistband of Jason's boxer.
"Please Roy, Please Alpha, give me it." Jason begged, eyes meeting Roy's own, one arm keeping Lian secure. Roy took that as permission, pulling the boxers down with one movement, leaving Jason naked on their mattress.
"Good boy, Jaybaby. You're so pretty, I'll look after you. I promise, never again. Promise I'll keep our pups safe." Roy murmured, because they both should have acted sooner, they knew that, but it wasn't their fault. Had Riley been under their care, in their pack, in their home, they would have never let such harm come to their child.
They'd do better by Lian and any pups to follow. That would be how they'd honour Riley. They'd do better.
"Please Roy, empty- hurts." Jason whined as the undercurrent of heat peaked through his scent. Roy knew his heat had been due but it had clearly come early under the stress and loss.
His free hand, the one not supporting Lian, reaching out to Roy. Roy took the hand between his own, brought it to his lips and planted kisses from the wrist and down Jason's arm until he moved up his neck and ghosted over his lips.
He'd give his Omega what he needed, work him through his heat and afterwards they were going to have to sit down and have a long conversation about all that had transpired, it wouldn't be healthy for Jason to bottle it up…
For now though, Roy couldn't deny his Omega even if he wanted to.
"I've got you Jaybaby." He murmured against Jason's lips and Jason believed him.