Bruce Wayne’s parents were killed in an alley, but he was never found by the police.

Nearly twenty-five years later, Clark helps rescue a handsome omega and his four pups. He wants nothing more than to help them readjust and find their places in society.

Unfortunately all five are more stubborn than his Pa’s mule. Clark has certainly got his work cut out for him.

Tim’s reached the age at which every alpha must get married. Jason, pregnant and fresh from an abusive alpha, was never supposed to be an option.
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Jason keeps the fact he's an omega hidden his entire life -- until Slade Wilson sees right through him. (Pseudo-historical Omega Verse AU.)
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When Bruce Wayne took in a broken circus robot, both he and the robot were wholly unaware of the robot's true purpose. Until one day Robin disappeared and the menace of Talon was unleashed upon Gotham.
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Preparations for the gala in high gear at Wayne Manor.

Jason is an omega. Only Bruce knows about his status and has kept his secret from the rest of the family and the world since Jason told him. After a mission gone terribly wrong, Bruce has no choice but to out him to the world which restricts his life in a way he has feared since early childhood.

No longer able to hide along the outskirts of society as the long-lost-now-returned Jason Peter Wayne, he has to learn to adapt to a world that desires and shuns him. Dick, critically injured during the same mission, is made to be Jason's permanent guardian. Neither are happy about it.

At least the tabloids have something to write about.

Jason and Dick are somewhat of an unusual pair in Gotham’s underground BDSM scene. Dick, a professional Dom known for his charisma and his playful attitude during scenes, is the kind of person who keeps control of situations with an iron fist. Jason, Dick’s dominant partner and fellow omega, bottoms only for Dick but longs for control over someone exclusively his.

Enter Crimson, brand new to the world of BDSM and ashamed of his own submissive nature. Crimson is an outlier among the scene, refusing to disclose his real name even as he immediately hits it off with Jason during their first scene. As Jason, Dick, and Crimson grow closer together, Crimson's real identity threatens the fragile bond between them, especially when Jason takes a new job working as an executive assistant for Drake Industries and runs into a familiar face in the office.

Long story short, Jason was not an alluring omega in any way. Jason was also an idiot because he fell for the most perfect alpha to ever grace the face of this damned planet:

Dick fucking Grayson.

Or, Jason tries to navigate his (non-existent) love life, family issues and personal demons while unravelling a diabolic game that plagued Lower Gotham, one that he had unwittingly joined as a child and must now survive and end.

Damian has no warning when his world crashes down around him. Framed for a crime he didn't commit, disowned, his magic sealed within him, and cast into the prisons beneath his former family's palace. His only hope lies in escape, and finding his way to his father so he can join the resistance and, ideally, bring down his former grandfather. The only person who can help him do that is the prisoner in the cell across from him. Jason, a backlash freak-of-nature and an utter mystery.
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Damian hacked at a dummy with his sword as if it had personally offended him. Stupid Drake. Stupid stupid Drake and his stupid face, and wit, and smile, and his stupid stupid STUPID lack of care about what pack and caste dynamics were supposed to be like.

Not that it mattered. Drake didn’t matter. Not to Damian.
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None of the Robins had ever liked the galas held at the manor, but while their own experiences before during and after the event may have been as different the boys were from each other in general, one thing Bruce knew for sure: he would always, always be there to defend his sons from the vultures of this world.
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“Have you thought about it?”

No, why would he? But now that he thought about it, Jason with a rounded belly, petting the precious curve and humming to it, he couldn’t get the image out of his head.

In hindsight, he wasn’t angry that Tim had suggested it, only that it was aimed at Jason whom he had no rights to. Jason was his. If anyone was going to think of him like that, it should be him.
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It’s true everyone’s aura was unique and flickered in their own ways but most were dim and the colors framed the person’s head for the most part. Throughout history it has been believed that a person’s aura brightness and color showed a person’s worth and ability.

Ever since Dick was born his aura has always been bright, exceptionally bright. Dick’s aura was large and encompassed his whole form. His blue light was eye catching and extraordinary to see. It glowed almost neon, but was never an eyesore. On the contrary he was a sight to behold, his aura danced around him like light reflecting on clear blue ocean water. People would watch it sway around him for hours if they could.
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