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[Day 1 : 14:49:02]
“Good news and bad news, everyone,” Dick says, stepping back into the makeshift cave shelter that they had secured. Damian following from right behind, the perimeter completely sealed off. “We scouted about three miles in every direction, though Cass insisted on searching out further. Good news, there’s no other living organism aside from us so no spooky monsters or aliens. Bad news, all the living flora and fauna in this place is laced with hyper-dense toxins. None of it’s fit for human consumption.”
Bruce grimaced, his brow furrowing as he looked over the damaged trans-dimensional anchor currently resting on the rocky surface in front of them. He hands Tim the tool he’s been holding, leaving the boy to tinker further.
”The comms are completely dead,” Bruce frowns. “The internal matrix was fried when we travelled over to this plane. We can probably rebuild it using parts from our utility belts and existing weaponry but working around the clock without proper tools will take us months to establish a signal strong enough to send us back to our universe.”
”Which is way too long before we starve,” pipes up Tim, still thumbing through the anchor schematics, already cannibalizing one of his tablets to try and fix the device. “If there’s no safe food source outside, we can only try to fund a way to detox the toxins outside. Or try to practice inedia with our remaining rations.”
The prospect of fasting brings a resounding groan to everyone in the room. Even with all their training, it’s not a great situation to find one’s self in. But being trapped in a pocket dimension with no recognizable stars, no access to the Batcomputer, and no way to communicate through technological or magical means makes it that much more prudent.
Jason, leaning casually against a stone pillar with his arms crossed, lets out a dry, quiet huff. “There is another option. One you’re all actively ignoring because it makes all of you uncomfortable.”
They all turn to look at him. Tim’s eyes narrows immediately. Bruce’s own frown turns an angle sharper a beat after.
“Jason, no,” Bruce says, his voice carrying the immovable weight of an Alpha’s growl.
”What’re you suggesting, Little Wing?” Dick asks, creeping closer with his hands outstretched. Ever the mediator.
“Oh, Dickie, were you ever this slow?” Jason rolls his eyes. He points at himself, and at his scent glands. At this, Dick finally catches on and his eyes widen in horror. Only Damian is still left in the dark, eyes glancing around in confusion at the three older Alpha’s agitation.
“Are you suggesting we get you to lactate as a food source while we’re trapped?”
”The shit’s embarrassing, but everyone knows Omegan milk is nutritious. It’s hyper-concentrated in essential fats, proteins, and electrolytes. It’s designed to sustain multiple offspring through harsh winters or droughts.” Jason crosses his arms as he meets the incredulous stares of his family. “If it’ll keep everyone alive while we find a way to escape, then it’s as good a solution as any. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Jason, you can’t be serious.” Tim looked almost aghast at the thought. “Lactating omegas could only produce a gallon a day at best. It’s just not sustainable, especially with our current rations and resources.”
Jason waves him off. “Look, as an omega, my physiology reacts differently under prolonged extreme survival conditions. I make even more than the average omega due to The Pit’s influence. Off a standard baseline, I can produce enough calories to supplement everyone’s intake and bridge the gap until the anchor is fixed.”
”Out of the question,” Bruce says flatly, he stalks closer to Jason in a show of dominance. He’s barely taller than Jason, and yet the omega in him itches to scratch and bite at the alpha trying to posture him to submission. “It’s medically risky, and metabolic suicide for you. We can just do as Tim says and push our rationing further.”
”Pushing rations further means cognitive decline, muscle atrophy, and impaired reaction times,” Jason counters smoothly. “Dick’s initial canvassing reports no other hostile entity but if a threat breaches our perimeter in three weeks and you’re all too weak from starvation to even throw a batarang, we die anyway.”
His scent spikes and Bruce’s own flares in response. Soon, it’s an all out scent war, and Dick has to worm his way in between the two of them, his own pheromones trying to project calm and reason. “B, you’re being too harsh. And Jay, let’s take a minute first to check before we think about getting you to lactate, okay?”
“Inducing lactation without proper medical supervision places an extraordinary metabolic strain on an omega.” Dick sighs, worrying his lips as he lists the process. “The hormonal shift triggers instinctual behavioral changes from hyper-defensiveness to intense heats. You’d be compromising your own mind while we’re trapped in this place with five Alphas.”
“This is exactly why it’s risky.” Tim shakes his head. “We’re locked in a closed space with nowhere to go. The risk of an accidental claim,” Tim’s eyes drift over to Dick who straightens, “or an unintended pregnancy in an environment with zero medical resources—“
”There’s no threat of pregnancy,” Jason interrupts, his voice dropping into a flat, matter-of-fact tone.
The cave falls silent.
A bitter, familiar ache pooled in the pit of Jason’s stomach, heavy and suffused with shame. He kept his posture straight,forcing his face into an unreadable mask, but inside, the truth still hurts.
For months after he found out, he had fought through the silent agonizing journey of processing what his rebirth had stolen from him. It’s cheesy but ever since he was young, the dream to raise pups of his own—to build a safe, warm, and happy nest despite the grime of Gotham—had been a silent wish he guarded closely.
To have his body brought back wrong, his physique mirroring an alpha’s build, his scent losing the softness of his original tones, his womb turned into an empty grave, made it feel like another cruel, cosmic joke stacked against him. Even after months of processing the diagnosis, the shame remained as a small, niggling, incessant voice constantly reminding Jason that he was broken, incomplete, and fundamentally flawed as an omega.
Unconsciously, Jason’s eyes flicked towards Dick. The slight shift wasn’t lost on the older Alpha. Dick’s shoulders instantly dropped out of his tense posture, his blue eyes softening with a sudden, tender worry that went far beyond the usual mask of Nightwing blue.
Only Dick really knew the full extent of the quiet nights Jason had spent spiraling in bed. The first few weeks of this secret, tentative courtship had Dick witnessing his unraveling while he tucked him securely in his den after late-night patrols that they’ve shared.
Jason immediately feels Dick settle right beside him. A soft rumble escapes the alpha and Jason lets himself be soothed by Dick stroking a hand down his nape. He steels himself and meets the gaze of the rest of his pack mates. “The Lazarus Pit took care of that. The magic and chemical toxicity scorched my reproductive system when I was resurrected. My womb is completely barren. The endocrine pathways for lactation still work but… As far as anyone else knows, the rest of my 'machinery' is dead tissue.”
A heavy beat passed. Tim shifts uncomfortably, averting his eyes as his hands still in the process of repair. Even Bruce falls silent, a rare flash of guilt crossing his features before settling on the familiar constipated expression where he tries to bottle all his feelings in favor of the mission.
“He’s done it before,” Damian spoke up suddenly, his quiet voice breaking the stillness and drawing the eyes of everyone in the cave.
Bruce’s head snapped toward his youngest son. “What did you say, Damian?”
Damian kept his posture rigid, looking down at his boots before meeting his father’s gaze. “When I was younger... during my time with the League. Mother had sent Todd and me on a prolonged survival exercise in the mountains of Nanda Parbat. A rockslide buried our cache, leaving us stranded for weeks in sub-zero temperatures. I developed a severe fever and could not digest any of the hard provisions we had left.”
Damian looked up at Jason, and the older omega gave a subtle, silent nod.
“Todd induced his own metabolic response,” Damian continued calmly. “He sustained me for 11 days until Talia’s extraction squad located us. He knows the physiological toll, and he managed it then.”
Tim looked between Jason and Damian, his expression shifting from total rejection to deep discomfort. “Damian, that was a child in a life-or-death scenario. We are five fully grown Alphas and one Omega in a closed space. Even without the risk of pregnancy, do you have any idea what those pheromones will do in a tight, unventilated cavern once your hormones spike? Even if you pump into canteens, your body’s instinctual response to lactation will draw heavy Alpha protective and courting instincts out of every single one of us. It’s a biological powder keg.”
“I’m aware of the risks, brat,” Jason said, though a faint flush rose along his neck. “Which is why we set boundaries now, while everyone is clear-headed.”
“We are not doing this,” Bruce reiterated firmly, stepping between Jason and the rest of the team. “We will find another way.”
“There is no other way, Bruce!” Jason raised his voice, his posture tense. “Look at the timeline! Months estimated for the anchor, while only one month for food. You want to watch Dick, Tim, Damian and Cass waste away because your pride can’t stomach accepting help from me?”
Of course, Bruce doesn't trust him.
“It isn’t about pride, Jay,” Dick finally spoke up, stepping closer and placing a hand on Jason’s upper arm. His thumb brushed over the leather of Jason's jacket in a quick, familiar pattern—a small, private comforting gesture they usually reserved for behind closed doors. His voice dropped, softer and far more intimate than his usual leader tone. “We care about you. Bruce is just… We’re not going to push you into a vulnerable, compromised state just to make our stay here a little easier.”
Jason swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on Dick’s face for a fraction of a second too long before he pulled back slightly,mindful of the audience. The touch grounded him, easing the sharp sting of shame in his chest just enough for him to keep his composure.
“It’s not about easier, Dick, it’s about living,” Jason argued, his tone softening under Dick’s warm presence. He scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing heavily. “Look... give me twenty minutes. Let me pull together the supplies from my medical kit to see if I even have the synthetic triggers to start the process safely. B, just keep working on the anchor. We re-evaluate in an hour.”
Bruce stared at Jason for a long, quiet moment, the tension in his jaw tight before he gave a single, reluctant nod. “Two, and only when Cass returns from her investigation. No decision is made without total consensus.”
Jason nodded once, turning back toward his secluded corner of the shelter to organize his kit. As he walked past, Dick’s hand lingered near his lower back for a fleeting second—an instinctual, protective gesture that didn't go completely unnoticed by Tim—leaving the rest of the Bat-family standing in the quiet, grim reality of their situation.
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[Day 1 : 19:00:26]
To no one’s surprise, it is Cass who ends the debate with her decisiveness.
When Cassandra had slipped back into the cavern from her scout, Jason had quietly pulled her aside first. In her silent, sharp-eyed way, she had listened as he laid out the situation without fluff—the starved rations, the two-month timeline for the beacon, his barren state, and his plan. She had looked at the canteens, looked at his face, and offered a single, understanding nod. She understood survival, and she understood duty.
When the time came for the final consensus, the small shelter had been filled with raised voices for nearly twenty minutes. Tim had nitpicked every single part and process of Jason’s kit, from the synthetic hormone triggers to the sterile collection of canteens before settling on agreeing to fashion a pump should the inducing push through. Seeing the one other person leaning to his side swayed, Bruce’s voice had dropped into that heavy, suffocating growl h used when he felt control slipping away, stubbornly insisting on absolute refusal.
“We aren’t doing this,” Bruce growled, his jaw set like iron as he stepped between Jason and the makeshift medical ledge.“We adapt. We ration. We do not exploit an omega’s body under physiological duress in hostile territory.”
“It’s not exploitation if I’m the one offering it, B!” Jason yelled back, slamming a hand down on the rock next to his neatly prepared kit. His posture was rigid, his shoulders tense with a mix of anger and lingering shame. “Stop treating me like I’m a damned victim! I’m the one who prepped the gear! I’m the one making the call!”
“It is a biological risk we do not need to take—” Bruce tried to interject, his voice strained.
“Enough.”
The single word wasn't shouted, but it cut through the shouting like a razor through silk.
Cass’s gaze swept over the entire group from where she had been quietly observing the chaos. She took in every tense micro-expression, every spike in heartbeat, and every shift in their scent.
She looked at Bruce’s rigid posture, Tim’s anxious pacing, Damian’s quiet glare, Dick’s protective hover near Jason, and finally at Jason himself—his chin tilted up in defiance. An omega doing what they can for their pack.
The cavern fell dead silent.
Cass walked straight past Bruce and stopped in front of Jason. She reached out, her small hand firm as she tapped her fingers lightly against his sternum, right over his heart, acknowledging the choice he had already made. Then she turned around to face Bruce directly.
“It is Jason’s body,” Cass said simply, her voice quiet and absolute. “He decides what he wants to do with it.”
The finality of her words hung heavy in the damp air. Bruce stared at her for a long, silent moment. In their family,when Cass spoke on body autonomy and personal choice, nobody argued. Not even Bruce.
Bruce let out a long, heavy exhale through his nose, the fight draining from his shoulders, replaced by a deep, weary reluctance. He glanced at the prepped supplies on the stone ledge, then at Jason. “Standard medical protocols apply. Keep Dick with you.”
Ten minutes later, Jason had moved his prepared kit to a secluded, firelit niche toward the back of the cavern system. He sat on a folded thermal blanket, his leather jacket off, exposing the broad expanse of his chest and the sharp, jagged scar tissue running down his torso. The sealed injection rested on the blanket beside him, ready for use.
A soft, deliberate footstep sounded on the stone. Jason didn't even look up as Dick stepped around the rock wall.
Only, Dick wasn't keeping his distance anymore.
With the argument over and the pack’s consensus grudgingly given, Dick had completely dropped the quiet pretense. He strutted into the small alcove with shamelessly open Alpha posture. For months, Dick had been practically itching for an excuse to bring Jason back into the family fold in his full, uninhibited omegan capacity. He hated the secretive, cautious dancing they had to do back at home.
Without asking, Dick dropped to his knees right between Jason’s spread legs, leaning in close. He buried his nose directly into the warm crook of Jason’s neck and took a deep, lingering inhale.
Jason let out a soft huff, his head tilting back slightly despite himself. “Dick, cut it out. The rest of them are thirty feet away.”
“Let them be,” Dick hummed, his voice rich and deep as he openly scent-marked the side of Jason’s throat, rubbing his jawline against Jason’s scent gland until the dark, rich omega undertones beneath Jason’s skin began to bloom. “No more hiding, Jay. They know. B knows, Tim knows. And right now, you’re mine to take care of.”
Jason flushed dark, but he didn't push him away. Truthfully, the steady, warm Alpha scent rolling off Dick was cutting through the sharp edge of his lingering shame, grounding him.
Dick pulled back slightly, his dark blue eyes trailing down to the auto-injector lying on the blanket, and then up to Jason’s bare chest. A slow, distinctly perverted smirk tugged at the corner of Dick’s lips.
Deep down, Dick’s Alpha hind-brain was thriving on the pure, outrageous filth of the situation. The thought of Jason—his tough, brooding, heavily-scarred, beautiful Omega—becoming the literal wet nurse for the entire family was driving Dick absurdly wild. He loved the thought of Jason feeding Damian, who Dick secretly viewed as their shared pup anyway. Damian’s sullen pout, nursing on Jason’s full tits, his scent still carrying traces of milk from recent presentation as an Alpha.
And then there was Tim. Dick knew for a fact that Tim had harbored a massive, pathetic crush on Jason ever since he was a kid carrying around that picture of Robin in his camera bag. Jason had always brushed Dick’s teasing about it off, stubbornly refusing to believe the brat ever saw him as anything other than a rival or a threat. But Dick knew. And the thought of Tim having to drink straight from his teenage crush to survive made Dick’s possessive Alpha instincts buzz with a dark, smug satisfaction.
“You’re enjoying this way too much, Dickhead,” Jason grumbled, catching the dark glint in Dick’s eyes.
“Can’t help it,” Dick murmured, his fingers picking up the injection from the blanket. “You look good like this. Softening up for me.”
“I’m not 'softening up,' I’m setting up a tactical survival protocol,” Jason retorted, though his voice lacked any real bite.
“Right. Tactical,” Dick purred. He pressed the auto-injector against the soft skin of Jason’s thigh, pressing the trigger. The hiss of the synthetic hormone burst into Jason’s bloodstream, making Jason’s breath hitch as an immediate, subtle wave of heat flushed through his core.
“There,” Dick whispered. He set the spent casing aside and placed his broad, warm hands flat over Jason’s chest, over his pectoral muscles, his thumb lightly brushing over one dark, flat nipple. “Your kit instructions said manual stimulation is needed to kickstart the tissue response before the milk comes in over the next few days.”
Jason gritted his teeth, a sudden spike of sensitivity making his hips twitch up off the blanket. “Just... do it. Don't make a big show of it.”
“Shh. Relax for me, Little Wing,” Dick coaxed softly, leaning up to press a firm, possessive kiss against Jason’s lips, tasting him deeply before shifting down to Jason’s chest.
Dick cupped the heavy muscle, massaging in steady, firm circles, working the tissue just like the medical manual instructed. When he took one pebbled peak between his lips, licking and applying a gentle, rhythmic suction, a choked gasp tore out of Jason’s throat. Jason’s fingers flew up, tangling tightly into Dick’s dark hair, pulling him closer even as he burned with embarrassed heat.
Dick grinned against his skin, feeling the heavy, instinctual pulse of Jason’s body starting to shift, entirely eager to take care of his omega—and make sure the rest of the pack knew exactly who Jason belonged to while he fed them all.
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[Day 8 : 21:09:12]
It had been a full week since Jason took the first synthetic booster, and the transformation in their routine—and in Jason’s body—had been absolute.
The dark alcove at the back of the cavern had been transformed into a surprisingly comfortable nest. They had hauled in thermal blankets, extra field cloaks, and braided mats crafted from the tough, dry mountain grasses that lined the cave mouth. Sitting in the center of it, Jason looked almost surreal in his beauty; his skin glowing from the immense omegan hormones. He’s naked from the waist up, his heavy pectoral muscles swollen round and full, his nipples darker and painfully taut with the sheer pressure of the milk building inside him.
For the past seven days, Dick had been the only one to touch him. Dick had taken full, shameless control of the process, using his own Alpha body to ride out Jason’s spiking heat states, keeping the milk flowing while aggressively scent-marking his omega in front of the rest of the pack.
Tonight, however, the heavy pressure in Jason’s chest was causing him visible distress, his skin flushed and slick with a fine sheen of sweat. And Dick wasn't alone in the alcove.
Tim stood near the entrance of the nest, hovering nervously as he held a pair of sterile canteens. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Tim was thoroughly, hopelessly conflicted. He loved Jason, feelings that kept him up many sleepless and shameful nights as he knew it was a pipe dream ever since Jason drew that blade near his neck. It was even more futile now that the pack has been made aware of Dick and Jason’s courting.
Jason was an omega, soon to be bound to Dick, and Dick was the sun around which their entire fucked-up solar system revolved. But Tim’s feelings didn't end there.
He looked at Dick, his older brother, with an intense, unspoken devotion that blurred every line he knew. Dick was everything Tim wanted to be; everything he craved, everything he knew an Alpha to be. Even being an Alpha himself, Tim knew deep in his gut that if Dick ever asked, he would willingly yield and bare his neck to him without a second thought. It’s no secret that Dick is every alpha’s bi-awakening among the vigilante scene, and Tim has long since accepted his own sexuality. Being in this tight space, caught between both of them, was overwhelming.
“Timmy, stop pacing and get over here,” Dick murmured softly, breaking the silence.
Dick was stripped down to his dark undershirt and boxers, sitting behind Jason on the thermal mats. Jason was leaning heavily back against Dick’s chest, panting softly, his mouth kiss-bitten and drool-shiny, his eyes glazed with the instinctual haze of his high metabolic state.
“I—I just brought the canteens,” Tim stammered, holding them up like a shield. The combined scent of alpha-omega-Dick-Jason-mating making Tim’s head spin. “I can leave them—”
“No, come here,” Dick commanded gently, but with that smooth, undeniable authority that made Tim’s knees weak. Dick patted the blanket right in front of Jason’s open legs. “Jay’s chest is too full tonight, and he’s in pain. I need your help, Tim. We’re doing this together.”
Tim swallowed hard, stepping into the nest and dropping to his knees. The air in the alcove was thick, heavy with the rich, intoxicating scent of Jason’s omega pheromones mixed with Dick’s dark, possessive Alpha musk. Tim can feel his own glands start to flood the room with his own arousal, and he tries to shamefully hide it when Dick gives a cursory sniff and smirks knowingly at him.
Jason shifts, letting out a low, distressed whine at the movement. “Dick... it hurts,” he rasped, his voice rough and heavy. “Relieve it... please.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Dick purred, burying his face in the crook of Jason’s neck, soothing him with a hard drag of his fangs against his scent gland before looking up at Tim. “Hands on him, Timmy. Cup his left breast. Gently.”
Tim’s hands trembled as he reached out, his palms making contact with Jason’s bare, burning skin. The heat radiating off Jason was incredible, his muscles painfully firm under Tim’s fingers. Jason let out a soft gasp at the touch, his head rolling back onto Dick’s shoulder.
“Good,” Dick praised, his voice dropping into a deep, rumble that vibrated against Jason’s back. “Now, watch me. You have to massage the upper tissue first to release the pressure, then draw it down.”
Dick demonstrated on Jason’s right side, his broad hand cupping the full muscle, massaging in firm, rhythmic circles. Jason let out a shuddering moan, his legs spreading wider on the mat, slick dampening the sheets further until it starts to spread to Tim’s own clothes. Tim followed Dick’s lead, mimicking his movements on the left.
“Like that?” Tim asked, his voice barely a breath.
“Exactly like that,” Dick smiled, his blue eyes warm and encouraging as he looked at Tim over Jason’s shoulder. “Now, bring the canteen up. Take his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, or...” Dick paused, a dark, wicked smirk flashing across his face. “You can use your mouth, Timmy. It’s faster. And it tastes sweet.”
Tim’s face burned a furious red, his gaze snapping to Jason’s dark, pebbled nipple, already glistening with a tiny, white bead of milk.
“He’s... Jason’s comfortable with that?” Tim asked, looking up at Jason, terrified of crossing a line.
Jason’s glazed green eyes opened slightly, looking down at Tim through long lashes. The instinctual haze had stripped away Jason’s usual defensive walls. “Just... do it, Replacement. Stop overthinking and take it.”
Encouraged by Dick’s firm nod and Jason’s own verbal consent, Tim leaned forward. His breath hitched as he took Jason’s nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue gently around the peak before applying a soft, steady suction.
Under him, Jason arched his back with a loud, needy moan, his fingers flying forward to tangle into Tim’s dark hair, holding him close. Hot, thick milk burst onto Tim’s tongue—rich, warm, and sweet. So sweet. Tim gasped, swallowing eagerly, drinking in large gulps, the incredible taste overwhelming his senses as he drank straight from his childhood crush.
It’s not even the first time he’s tasted Jason’s milk. The first night, Tim secretly rubbed himself to completion at the milky taste, biting feverishly into his own cot after drinking his canteen dry. But somehow, Jason’s milk tastes even better straight from the source.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” Dick growled softly, watching the two of them with dark, possessive satisfaction. He held the canteen under his own side, expertly milking Jason’s right breast with one hand while his other hand slid down Jason’s flat stomach, pulling open the front of Jason’s pants.
Jason complies easily, letting out a soft, omegan chirp when his pussy is bared and Dick traces over his clit. He was completely slick and wet beneath his clothes, his body demanding the Alpha’s beside him to bring him to completion.
“Baby Bird,” Dick guided smoothly, his voice thick with arousal. “Unzip. Get out of your pants.”
Tim pulled back from Jason’s chest with a wet slick sound, a trail of white running down Jason’s skin. He was breathing heavily, his own trousers painfully tight. “Dick, I... I’m an Alpha, I shouldn't—”
“Shh,” Dick cut him off softly, reaching out with one hand to gently touch the side of Tim’s face, his thumb stroking Tim’s cheekbone. The younger alpha looks beautiful in his distress. “I want you in him, Timmy. I’m guiding you. He needs it, and you need this. Let me take care of both of you.”
The absolute warmth in Dick’s voice destroyed the last of Tim’s lingering hesitation. All Tim wants to do is make him proud after all. Tim shudders and decides to unbuckle his belt, freeing his aching length.
He gasps when Dick strokes him, tip leaking and forming a puddle on Jason’s skin. Tim can only close his eyes at the sensory overload. Here he is, his brother holding his cock and his mouth wet from milk from his other brother’s tits.
Dick guides Tim’s hips up, his hand a wet brand on Tim’s skin, before returning to help him line up with Jason’s slick, swollen heat. He decides to tease them both, dragging Tim’s length against Jason’s own slit and making them both twitch and moan at the contact. “Slowly,” Dick whispered into Jason’s ear, anchoring the omega tightly against his chest. “Take him, Jay. Let Timmy help you.”
Gently, Tim pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching Jason’s tight, velvet heat. Jason let out a high, ringing keen, his head snapping back as he sinks down, engulfing Tim to the hilt. The heat inside Jason was staggering—tight, pulsing, and completely welcoming.
“Oh, god,” Tim gasped, his hands gripping Jason’s hips as he froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of being buried deep inside the omega he loved, while Dick’s arms wrapped around both of them from behind.
“You’re doing so good, Timmy,” Dick praised, leaning around Jason to press a deep, lingering kiss to Tim’s open lips, tasting Jason’s sweet milk on Tim’s tongue. Tim melts into the kiss, his heart soaring as he receives the affection he had craved from Dick for years.
“Now move,” Dick purred against Tim’s lips, his hand reaching back to massage Jason’s right breast again, resuming the milking into the canteen while Tim began to rock his hips. “Fuck him properly, Timmy.”
The alcove filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of their coupling. Tim set a steady, desperate pace, buried deep in Jason’s heat, mumbling scent-drunk praises and marking Jason’s jaw like an eager pup rutting for the first time. “So good, Jason, I… You’re so good, I never want to leave.” Jason just takes his dogged thrusts like a champ, whining and whimpering whenever Tim decides to angle in a particularly cruel way as he chases his pleasure.
Dick holds them both steady, expertly milking Jason’s breasts into the containers. Every time Jason tightened around Tim, more milk surges forth, which Dick caught in the canteens or Tim licked off from Jason’s skin.
It didn't take long for Tim to near completion. With the intense sensory overload—the taste of Jason’s milk, the warmth of Jason’s body, and Dick’s guiding hands and praise—his knot starts to form.
“Dick, I’m—I’m close,” Tim panted, his hands digging into Jason’s thighs. “Jason, please, I. I can’t, I—“
“Fill him up, Timmy,” Dick ordered softly, his voice full of warm approval. He reaches up and flicks Tim’s own nipples with a harsh tug, making the other Alpha shudder and spurt inside the omega. “Knot inside him. Give Jason what he needs.”
With a shattered, breathless groan, Tim drove deep one last time, his body locking up as his climax hit, pouring his release deep inside Jason’s womb. Jason cries out, his own orgasm crashing over him in tandem, his inner walls clamping down hard on Tim as his breasts leak freely down his chest.
When the waves finally subsided, Tim collapses forward, resting his forehead against Jason’s collarbone, breathing heavily, tongue out and searching more of Jason’s milk which the omega obliges. Dick sets the full canteens carefully aside on a flat rock, sealing them tightly, before wrapping his arms around both Tim and Jason, pulling them both into a tight, warm pack-pile on the thermal blankets.
Dick kissed the top of Tim’s sweaty head, then nuzzled Jason’s scent gland, humming with deep Alpha contentment.
“Good job, Little Wing. Tomorrow again, Baby Bird,” Dick whispered softly into the quiet cave. “Today, Rations are secured and the pack is fed.”
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[Day 36 : 11:07:23]
The heavy, humid scent of Jason’s blooming omega pheromones has become a scent that everyone is intimately familiar with.
Jason, as always, lay in his nest. Aside from the scheduled strolls, exercise, and sparring sessions Tim stubbornly insists on, Jason mostly lays in his nest as milking takes a lot out of him. His chest remains bare, heavy, and painfully taut with milk for the past three weeks. He was hard and slick, his hips twitching in small, restless motions off his blanket, his heat already making him seek out the nearest alpha partner for release.
Standing over him was Bruce.
Unlike his kids, Bruce mostly stuck to feeding from the canteens as he worked tirelessly on reverse-engineering another anchor once the original has been deemed a lost cause. The cautious, hesitant posture Bruce had maintained the few feeding sessions he had with Jason is gone now, replaced with a heavy, immovable weight.
In the dim firelight of these sessions, Bruce has always acted almost tenderly cruel in his precision. He never takes more than what is needed, his broad, calloused hands coming down flat over Jason’s swollen chests as he helps his son.
Jason lets out a long, desperate whine. Only one other person is this silent whenever it’s milking time. “Bruce… please. Need… need to cum first…” Dick and Tim have taught him an awful habit, always needing to cum in order to stabilize his milking production. “Can’t milk if I don’t cum…”
Bruce doesn’t deign him with a reply. Instead, his large hand slides down Jason’s stomach, before freeing him from his confines. Though, instead of going for his pussy, Bruce decides to thumb over his omegan cock, the small, slick length twitching uselessly in his grasp—before ruthless pulling his hand away entirely.
”B!” Jason growls, swatting at the older alpha in anger. His scent spikes, a frustrated, high-pitch keen building at the base of his throat. “Stop messing around!”
Trust Bruce to always be a shit whenever Jason is involved.
“Patience, Jay, lad,” Bruce murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that resonated straight into Jason’s chest. With light, deliberate touches, Bruce began to tease Jason’s slick omegan cock, flicking his thumb lazily over the weeping head just enough to draw out a ragged gasp, but deliberately withholding any real friction or speed.
Before Jason could lift his hips to chase the touch, Bruce shifted his fingers down, slicking two thick digits with Jason’s own arousal before sliding them smoothly into Jason’s tight, warm depths. He pushed in deep, spreading him open and working the inner walls until Jason’s body felt completely full and stretched.
“Stay still, son,” Bruce commanded, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that resonated straight into Jason’s chest. He kept his fingers buried inside Jason, gently flexing them to keep his body open and hyper-stimulated, while completely ignoring the frantic twitching of Jason's length.
It made Jason’s head swim with a complex, dizzying mess of emotions. This was Bruce, Batman. This was the man he had fought with, raged against, and built walls to keep at arm's length. But under the heavy fog of the lactation state, those walls crumbled easily. The familiar, dark Alpha scent of leather, ozone, and rich cedar rolling off Bruce hit a primal nerve deep inside Jason's brain, dragging him down into a soft, helpless headspace—a place where he was just an omega pup, and this was his Alpha father. That this was just another night where he was a sad, lonely pup nesting with his father in his room back at the manor, the older alpha there to take care of him.
While keeping his fingers anchored inside him, Bruce leaned forward, hovering over Jason’s chest. His broad hands cupped the firm, heavy muscle, expertly massaging the upper tissue to release the pressure before taking one dark, swollen peak between his lips.
Jason’s head snapped back against the blanket with a choked, shuddering gasp. The suction was deep, steady, and demanding. Sweet, rich milk burst onto Bruce’s tongue, overflowing his mouth and spilling down the side of Jason’s chest in warm, pale rivulets. Bruce swallowed evenly, drinking directly from the source in long, measured pulls, using his thumbs to roll and work the tissue to drain every last drop.
He kept Jason suspended right on the edge of pleasure and agony, keeping him filled up inside his pussy with cursory fingers and withdrawing every few minutes to tease his cock and little clitty with brief, agonizing brushes of his palm, all while greedily nursing from his body.
Every time Jason tried to rock his lower body against Bruce’s leg to force a climax, Bruce’s removes his hand and clamps down heavily on Jason’s hip, locking him firmly in place and leaving a handprint of Jason’s slick on his skin.
“Good boy,” Bruce rumbled against his skin, pulling back from the first breast with a wet slick sound. Milk glistened on Bruce’s chin as he looked down at Jason’s flushed, tear-streaked face.
There was a rare, thick wave of nostalgia clouding Bruce’s usual stoic expression. His eyes softened, his thumb reaching up to gently wipe a stray tear from the corner of Jason’s eye, his touch surprisingly tender despite his strict control over the process.
“Always so impatient,” Bruce hummed softly, shifting over to capture the other swollen peak between his lips, pulling strongly until the milk flowed freely once more. “You were always such a messy pup, Jay. Right from the moment I brought you home. Constantly demanding more, never sitting still.”
Jason let out a weak, needy whimpering sound, his hands flying up to tangle uselessly in the collar of Bruce’s shirt, completely helpless under the double assault of the intense physical sensation and the warm, possessive praise.
Bruce drank deeply, draining the second side until the painful tightness in Jason’s chest finally receded into a dull, soothing ache. Only when he was satisfied that Jason was completely emptied did Bruce pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Look at you,” Bruce said softly, his deep voice carrying a rare, quiet pride as he looked at the rich milk dripping over Jason’s scars. The sight has always filled Bruce with grief over his death, but with happiness as well since it’s proof that he’s here, he’s returned, and Bruce still has his son in his life. “I always knew you’d grow up big and strong. Such a good provider for your pack. My Jay-lad, my son, my pup.”
The words settled warm and heavy in Jason’s chest. He sniffs and resolutely turns away, not wanting Bruce to know his words affected him. Judging by the indulgent laugh of the older alpha, it doesn’t really work.
Finally, Bruce shifted his weight, his large hand sliding back down to grip Jason’s slick, aching length. And the other finally finding home inside Jason’s poor, empty pussy. With a few firm, deliberate strokes and a couple of harsh twists, Bruce gave him the release he had been begging for.
Jason shattered instantly, his back bowing off the nest with a high, breathless cry as his release spilled hot over Bruce’s hand and his own stomach. His inner walls clamped down in a wave of overwhelming relief, his body trembling as he leaked milk and slick simultaneously.
Bruce didn't pull away. He stayed right there in the nest, gathering Jason up against his broad chest, wrapping a heavy thermal blanket over both of them. He pulled Jason’s head securely into the crook of his neck, letting his heavy Alpha scent wash over the spent omega.
Jason curled tightly against his father’s side, his eyes fluttering shut, completely content and safe in the quiet darkness of the cave.
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[Day 59 : 16:26:07]
The dark alcove was quiet, bathed in the low, flickering amber glow of the fire. Weeks into their containment, the dynamic of their survival had shifted entirely. While the rest of the pack—Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Damian—had routinely helped themselves to Jason’s slick, swollen depths, his sensitive clit, and his twitching length to keep his hormonal state elevated, Cassandra maintained a clear, respectful boundary.
Back home in Gotham, Cass was mated to Stephanie. Her heart and instincts belonged fully to her partner, so she refused to push into sexual territory with Jason. But when it came to keeping the family alive, Cass did her part without hesitation.
She knelt in the center of the nest beside Jason. He sat half-reclined against a pile of braided grass mats and thermal blankets, his chest bare, heavy, and full. Without his usual leather jacket or heavy armor, he looked softer, completely relaxed in the quiet sanctuary they had built.
Cass reached out, her small, calloused hands remarkably gentle. She applied the basic, rhythmic massage techniques Dick had shown her, using her palms to gently work the upper tissue of Jason’s chest to relieve the pressure before leaning in.
She took one dark, pebbled peak into her mouth, applying a steady, soft suction. Rich, sweet milk flowed immediately,warm and incredibly dense with nutrients.
”Ah, Alpha… Cass,” Jason moans quietly, hands coming up to shift his sister in closer.
As she drank, Cass felt a quiet sense of wonder. She had always known about the biological classification of omegas, but witnessing the sheer capability of Jason’s body to produce such life-sustaining nourishment out of thin air in a desolate, toxic dimension was fascinating. It was a remarkable strength, one that had kept all of them grounded, sharp, and physically thriving through weeks of hard labor on the trans-dimensional anchor.
Savoring the sweet, creamy taste, Cass found her thoughts drifting back to Gotham. She wondered distantly what Stephanie’s milk might taste like if they ever decided to start a family of their own one day—whether Steph’s would be just as warm and comforting. But for now, drinking from her brother was a deeply grounding experience. The taste was genuinely delicious, and more than that, she felt a profound sense of gratitude for the bond they were building. She silently hoped that once Bruce and Tim finished the anchor and they finally escaped back to their own universe, this newfound closeness and trust between Jason and the family would remain intact.
Under her steady, rhythmic touch, Jason shifted against the blankets. Soft whines and keens escaping him as the familiar pressure of an alpha feeding from his tits continued. His body, thoroughly sensitized by weeks of intense stimulation and high hormonal levels, reacted intensely to the simple contact. Even without anyone touching his lower body, the steady friction on his breasts sent electric shocks of sensation straight down his spine to his core.
A low, breathy gasp hitched in Jason’s throat. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the blankets, his back arching off the nest. With a soft, shuddering cry, the sheer sensitivity of his breasts pushed him over the edge—his body shattering into a sudden, sweet climax from the stimulation of his nipples alone. His hips twitched, his release leaking hot over his stomach as his chest pulsed, spilling even more milk for her.
”Alpha… Thank you, more, please, more…”
The older alpha pulls back slowly, wiping a stray drop of white from the corner of her lips with the back of her thumb. She looked up at him, her dark eyes warm with quiet affection and deep respect.
“Good brother,” Cass said softly, her voice carrying a rare, tender clarity. “Very good for us.”
A dark, flushed pink bloomed across Jason’s cheeks and chest. Hearing the genuine praise from Cass hit a sweet, primal note deep inside his omega brain. He let out a soft, contented huff, preening under her approval as he leaned back into the nest, completely at peace as she resumed nursing to finish her portion.
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[Day 71 : 22:54:02]
The squelching, wet noises echoing off the stone walls of the secluded alcove were heavy and obscene, but Dick’s entire focus was pinned squarely on Jason. He was entranced by the sight of Jason’s slick, swollen depths stretched wide over his fingers as he worked them in and out of his omega’s heat.
His mouth remained sealed over one dark, swollen nipple, greedily swallowing while milk dripped from the other,splashing onto Jason’s scar-rippled chest. A little waste didn't matter anymore—not when Jason produced so much, not when the entire pack was thriving, practically drunk on the rich, hyper-concentrated nutrient source.
Under his hands, Jason was trembling, making soft, nonsensical, needy noises. The high doses of synthetic hormones,combined with weeks of constant lactation and intense stimulation, had thoroughly scrambled Jason's cognitive functions.His eyes were unfocused, glassy, and swimming with a dense, instinctual fog that left him floating in a state of continuous, addled confusion. He barely registered who or where he was anymore, his sharp mind reduced to primal impulses and an overwhelming, chemical urge to submit and soothe the heavy ache in his chest.
A dark, possessive thought took root in Dick’s mind. It’s a crime to ever let him wake up from this, Dick thought, his Alpha instincts purring with a deep, territorial growl. No more danger. No more Red Hood, no more blood, no more running away or hiding their love from the rest of the world.
Just Jason, kept right here in the nest. His broad, swollen chest getting drained by hungry mouths, his body filled and fucked by needy knots, his mind kept perpetually broken, foggy, and docile from pleasure and safety. Dick twisted his fingers deep inside him, hitting Jason's sweet spot, and Jason arched his back with a breathless, shattered cry as an orgasm tore through him, completely helpless to resist.
Dick kept his fingers moving, flicking his tongue over the peak he’d been nursing from until Jason was whimpering, right on the edge of another release. Only then did Dick pull his fingers free, positioning his heavy, aching length at Jason’s slick entrance and driving himself in with one deep thrust.
Jason gasped, his legs loosely wrapping around Dick’s waist. All the pleasure he’s feeling had completely blurred into a warm, drugging, all-encompassing haze. It felt impossible to resist, and his impaired mind simply drifted with whatever Dick demanded of him.
A dark, desperate fantasy began to form behind Dick's eyes. He knew Jason’s reproductive system was ruined, that the Lazarus Pit had left his womb barren. But looking down at Jason’s flushed, vacant face, his mind twisted the possibilities. What if we overload him? Dick thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. What if the pit didn't destroy it completely? What if we flood his system with Alpha pheromones... If all of us take him all at once... fill him to overflowing day after day... could we force his body to heal? Could we make him carry a pup? The sheer thought of Jason heavy with their pack's offspring made Dick’s Alpha scent spike into something dangerously thick and possessive.
Dick’s blue eyes flashed in the firelight, his mouth wet and slick as his tongue dragged over his lower lip.
“I want everything from you, Jay,” Dick rasped, leaning down to take both of Jason’s dark nipples into his mouth, pressing them up against the sharp trap of his teeth.
Jason let out a weak, confused cry, his back bowing off the thermal blankets, and Dick let the white milk spill down his own chin in a messy ribbon.
“I want to fuck your tits,” Dick slurred, his voice thick with unhinged desire as he pulled out of Jason’s lower body, taking his own cock in his hand. “Can I, Little Wing? Will you let me?”
Jason stared up at Dick through a heavy, glazed film, his addled brain struggling to process the words. The synthetic hormonal feedback loop had trapped him in an instinctual state where all he knew was milking, cumming, and feeding his alphas.
With shaking, uncertain hands, Jason reached up, his movements slow and uncoordinated, weakly pressing his own breasts together to form a tight crevice for Dick. He lets out soft, omega chirp, presenting his body for the pleasure of his alpha.
Dick made a choked sound in his throat, bending down to lick over the crease, slicking the warm skin with his own spit and nursing-milk.
“They make such a perfect, wet little hole for me,” Dick murmured, his brow furrowing, dark possessive love shining in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jay. I’ve thought about doing this to you for so long. I love seeing you like this, always so sweet for me.”
The sound of Dick’s deep voice made Jason’s stomach flip over, a wave of instinctual heat raking through his confused mind.
“Alpha,” Jason slurred, his voice faint and thick with the heavy fog in his head. He squeezed his chest tighter for Dick, barely aware of what he was offering as more milk beaded and dripped over his skin.
Dick took him at his word, ignoring how needy Jason was. He was cute like this. He dragged his hands out from under Jason’s, taking his cock in one hand and pinching Jason's sensitive nipples with the other.
Jason closed his eyes, whimpering as the first push of Dick’s cock pressed against the narrow space between his tits. It was hot, slick, and overwhelming. Under the heavy, drug-like fog of the hormones, Jason had no defenses left. He gave in completely, letting his body be used as a vessel for Dick’s desires, closing his eyes and following the waves of which his instincts lead him.
He held his chest around Dick’s length as Dick rocked his hips, fucking the narrow, milk-damp valley of his chest.
Dick’s thrusts grew faster, clumsy with mounting release. The crown of his cock bumped against Jason’s chin, then his lips, and Jason, entirely operating on addled instinct, parted his lips, offering his tongue to lick at the head.
“Jason... Fuck,” Dick choked out, tangling his fingers into Jason’s dark curls, holding him steady while shallowly sliding the tip of his cock between Jason’s parted lips.
“Mmhmm,” Jason hummed mindlessly, suckling at the head, thoroughly lost in the sensory overload of pre-cum, milk, and Dick's own Alpha musk.
When Dick let out a shattered growl and shot his release over Jason’s chest and lips, Jason swallowed what he could, his tongue tracing over the fallen tracks of Dick’s release on his skin until Dick collapsed heavily over him.
The weight of Dick’s body pressing him into the blankets was heavy and smothering. Jason let out a shaky, quiet breath, resting his head against the warm hollow of Dick’s neck and seeking out his scent.
“Dick...” Jason slurred softly, his fingers limply curled into Dick's shirt.
Dick shifted, pulling back slightly to wipe his mouth before settling into the crook of Jason’s arm.
Jason stayed still, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the cave ceiling while Dick stroked his hair.
“I keep thinking about the future,” Dick admitted softly, his voice dropping into a low, urgent tone. “About when B fixes the anchor. I don't want to go back to how things were. I want to keep you like this. Safe. Happy.”
Jason’s heart gave a dull thud, the words washing over his cum-drunk mind without fully landing.
“I want to fill you up so much that your body forgets it’s barren,” Dick whispered, looking up, his blue eyes dark with an intense, unyielding conviction. “I want us—me, B, Tim, Dami—to overload your system. We’ll take you together. I want to give you a pup, Jay. You’ve always wanted a pup, right? I want that too, I want you to be happy. I want you tied to us forever. And when we come back, we’ll be married and mated. Okay?”
“Okay...” Jason murmured softly, his voice barely a breath, before angling up for a kiss.
Dick smiles, leaning up to press a deep, messy kiss to Jason's soft lips, tasting of release and sweet milk. Jason let his head be tilted, his mouth opening passively as Dick tastes him once more.
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[Day 89 : 04:28:17]
Damian rarely feels bliss.
Damian sat comfortably in the center of the nest, his young Alpha frame broad and grounded against the thermal blankets. Surrounded by the sweet scent of omega pheromones and buried deep inside Jason’s slick, swollen heat, Damian held his position with steady, confident thrusts.
His lips were latched onto one of Jason’s heavy, dark nipples, drinking in deep, steady pulls of the rich, warm milk. Beside him, Tim leaned over to take his turn at the other side, the two of them working in a quiet, synchronized rhythm.Even with the demands of the rest of the pack, Jason’s body always produced enough to keep everyone fed, his chest full and yielding under their touch.
Damian pulled back for a moment, a pale droplet of milk glistening on his chin before running down over the scar-rippled expanse of Jason’s chest.
As a newly presented Alpha, Damian had initially been uncertain. At first, Dick had taken the lead, showing Damian how to properly approach an omega, how to handle the delicate balance of pressure during lactation, and how to ease Jason’s physical distress. During those early sessions, Jason—still coherent enough at the time—had treated him with a gentle, teasing patience, guiding his hands like a young pup and showing him how to soothe the heavy ache.
It was all too easy for him to get milk-drunk back then, barely able to keep his cock on straight for his knot to form inside Jason’s heat. They teased him mercilessly back then, chuffing him while Damian stewed and marked Jason’s chest up with petty retaliation. He can’t help his reaction. Jason was his ummi growing up. Damian was the first to truly taste his milk and tasting it again after years of being weaned brought him back to his pup days where Jason was a source of strength amongst the turmoils in the League.
But those early, hesitant days were long past. Now, Damian possessed complete confidence in his strength and role.
Damian shifted his hips, slowly rolling into Jason’s tight, warm depths. Jason let out a soft, breathy gasp, his hands weakly tangling into the fabric of Damian’s dark shirt. This was the first omega Damian had ever known, the first heat he had ever claimed, and in his mind, there was no question: Jason was the finest omega in existence. Damian felt a fierce, unshakeable devotion for him—a determination to protect and keep him safe within the pack.
“You can finish up here, Damian,” Tim murmured softly from the other side, wiping his mouth with his sleeve before taking another canteen to catch the overflow. "Don’t forget to clean him up after."
Damian didn't need the reminder, he gave Tim a look as the older alpha prepared to leave, his own milking session long over. He looked down at Jason’s flushed, half-dazed face. The intense hormonal state had left Jason soft, quiet, and completely reliant on them, his usual sharp sharp-edged defiance smoothed away into a warm,compliant fog. Damian leaned down, pressing his forehead against Jason’s temple, letting his fresh, sharp Alpha scent wash over him.
"Let me take care of you, ummi," Damian whispered, his voice carrying the immovable certainty of a Wayne. "You are safe here."
Damian drove deep, establishing a firm, powerful rhythm that made Jason arch his back off the blankets with a breathless, whimpering cry. Jason’s leg hooked instinctively over Damian’s hip, locking him close as his body clamped tightly around the young Alpha's length.
Damian felt a surge of intense pride swell in his chest. In the past, they had clashed, fought, and tested one another at every turn. But here, in the quiet darkness of the cave, Jason looked up at him as if Damian were his primary protector. Damian adjusted his grip, one hand cupping Jason’s heavy breast to gently milk the remaining pressure out, while his other hand reached down between their bodies to stroke Jason’s slick length.
Jason shuddered violently, his inner walls clamping tightly around Damian as he shattered into a sweet, intense release,spilling over Damian's hand. The sheer tightness of Jason’s body pushed Damian over the edge, and with a low, quiet grunt, Damian buried himself to the hilt, spilling his release deep inside Jason's heat.
When the wave passed, Damian didn't pull away, his knot still snug and strong. He remained firmly anchored inside him, leaning down to lap up the stray drops of milk from Jason’s skin, utterly content in his role as a provider and protector for his family's omega.
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[Day 132 : 12:59:03]
Dick sat at the edge of the nest, watching the quiet scene unfold in the cavern light.
Bruce sat grounded behind Jason, his broad frame holding Jason upright and steady against his chest, while Tim lay close on Jason's other side, wrapping a firm arm around his legs to give both alphas access to his hole. Surrounded by the heavy, continuous presence of his pack, Jason was completely docile, drifting in a soft, dazed state as Damian carefully shifted in his own perch in the nest, cock spent and greedily gulping at Jason’s own teat. Near the entrance, Cass stood watch, her expression reflecting a quiet, absolute satisfaction with the cave's order.
Earlier that evening, Bruce had finally brought the news: the trans-dimensional anchor was repaired. The signal matrix was recalibrated, and the portal back to their universe would open in exactly one week.
Instead of preparing to dismantle the nest, the news had prompted everyone to celebrate with one last sex marathon in their temporary nest. They needed to make sure that Jason would take after all.
With their departure locked in, Dick’s plan was moving into its final phase. They spent every available hour gathered around Jason, keeping him thoroughly immersed in their shared Alpha pheromones, ensuring his mind stayed soft and his body remained entirely acclimated to his omega role before they transitioned back to Gotham.
Bruce smoothed a hand over Jason’s dark hair, looking up at Dick with a steady, serious expression. "His menstrual cycle still hasn't returned."
Dick settled closer to Jason, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face as he dropped to his knees beside Bruce and Tim. He reached out, running his fingers gently over Jason's thumping heart, feeling the steady, warm rhythm of his breathing.
"A pup has taken," Dick whispered, his tone rich with absolute conviction.
Jason was beautiful like this. Shaking from all his holes being filled, mouth always in a pout, searching for a cock or a kiss. His stomach is distended from the amount of cum plugged inside him. All the alphas couldn’t bear to see him so empty, not when Jason was doing his best to keep them full as well. It’s their due diligence to see Jason round and glowing. It was a shame not to be able to keep him like this, always so blissful and happy. No more worries, no more sadness for his Little Wing.
Just his full tits constantly feeding his pack, and his greedy pussy massaging an alpha’s knot, his scent sated and pleased. Tim finally locks up inside Jason, coming with a cry as Bruce follows him soon after, the twin knots making Jason squirt all over the alphas in his nest.
He was so full, so debauched, but Dick could never truly let him go. Only then did he treat himself to Jason’s own little clit, sucking the little nub hard and bringing Jason to another orgasm. Jason deserves to always feel good.
A pregnancy is all that he needs. All Jason needed to be happy was the right environment and the pack's full presence to reset his physiology. As soon as they come back, Dick is sure to mate him properly. A public claiming sounds nice…
Bruce offered a single, deep rumble of agreement from behind Jason, his large hand resting over Jason's shoulder to keep him pulled tight against his chest, while Damian leaned in closer against father’s side, suckling sleepily and nursing from Jason.
"He's happier like this, Dick," Bruce said quietly, watching Jason lean comfortably and feed his pup, feeling warmth. "Back in Gotham, he was always angry. Always isolated. Here, he is safe. The family is whole."
"He is happier," Dick agreed, leaning down to press a firm, possessive kiss to Jason's temple. "We keep him right here with us, protected, surrounded, and taken care of by his pack."
Soon, Cass joins them in the nest, settling beside Dick and projecting calm to the rest of her family. She meets Jason’s eyes, the omega still awake while the alphas surrounding him have succumbed to knot-drunk sleep. Surrounded by his family, Jason let out a soft, contented huff in his daze, completely relaxed and held safe in the quiet darkness of the cave as the final countdown to their return home began.
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[Case Log: WARNING]
[BM, NW, RH, BB, RR, and RB found compromised due to an unknown substance. Further testing and isolation is required.]
[RH is reported to be carrying. Medical assistance is needed.]
[WARNING WARNING WARNING ALPHAS OUT OF CONTROL WARNING—]