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Bruce Wayne was an old Omega. Past his prime, as far as Gotham high society was concerned. Nevermind that Batman could still duke it out with the best of them, or that he easily managed his many pups, or that just a year ago he had Alphas all over Gotham falling over themselves to have a piece of the most coveted Omega in the entire city. No, 30 was truly a terrible, unacceptable age to be unmated at.
But Bruce did not mind this when it came to his own mate hood. He was perfectly content going unmated and having little flings with Clark every now and then, focus on his pups and the company and crime fighting rather than trying to manage a high society Alpha who was far too young for him. Most socialite Alphas got mated at 25, if not younger, and Bruce had enough pups to take care of.
Though, another pup rather than a young mate did sound nice…
And it was not like Bruce was completely unaffected by how the Gotham socialites viewed him. Sure, Bruce did not want to get mated, but Dick and Jason dreamed of having a good Alpha one day, and one day soon. Even Tim was showing more and more inclination to those kinds. Cass had a secret way about her in these kinds of subjects that left Bruce suspicious at best, Barbara never talked to him about such things out of simple discomfort. The bat was not so sure Damian would follow his elder siblings footsteps should he present Omega, but he had thought the same of Jason and Tim, so who was to say? Who was to say that Bruce's tarnished reputation wouldn't affect his pups negatively in the future when they wanted to seek high ranking mates?
Though his worries over this matter were many, he didn't quite expect the solution to come into the lounge room of Wayne Manor in the vehicle of Dick screaming like a banshee as he burst through the door.
"TO THE BELOVED OMEGAS OF WAYNE MANOR, A COURTING GIFT." He hollered, his entire face obscured by a box nearly as tall as he. Dick carefully set it down, buzzing with excitement as he gestured the other three Omegas closer. Bruce only looked on in curiosity, not intending to accept the courting gift anyway, but intrigued as to what group of Alphas would be so bold as to court the group of recluse bats.
"Is there a fourth Omega in the house I'm unaware of?" Tim said wearily, looking to Alfred as though the Alpha had somehow hid his designation for fifty odd years. Alfred remained unimpressed. It was Jason who answered.
"I don't know Tim, did we ever introduce you to yourself?" He snarked, not unkindly, as he pulled the young Omega closer. Surprisingly enough, it was Damian who was sniffing the box, his face scrunched up in adorable concentration.
"I'm no Omega, so this must be for mother as well." The young pup said eventually, though Bruce sensed their was more on Damian's mind that he didn't voice. That 'mother' bit was exclusive to Damian as well. The pup had insisted from the beginning that 'Mother' was the proper way to address Bruce, and Bruce wasn't invested enough in making his pup more like a Gothamite in this particular sense, so the name had stuck. Before Bruce could question the pup, Damian slinked off into a hallway, pspspsp-ing for the cat. The eldest bat let it go with a shrug, and turned to examine the package with his pups.
Without any more waiting, Jason tore open the packaging to reveal four smaller yet still large boxes inside, each with a unique design pertaining to their midnight vigilante costumes. This made everyone pause. A courting gift from someone who knew that the Wayne Omegas were Bats? The possibility of the gift being dangerous skyrocketed. Bruce approached, gently guiding Jason out of the way as he inspected each package for threats. Tim took out his tool kit and began running quick tests, each one coming out negative. No poison, no bombs, nothing of the sort, except for one box in particular that came back positive for a drug of some kind.
It had “for Tim Drake” written on a name card in elegant script. The box itself was a beautiful mix of gold, red, and yellow, reminiscent of the Red Robin suit. Tim carefully opened the lid, and atop a sheet of thin fabric sat a note, green parchment with golden script. The younger bat carefully lifted it with tweezers, an initial drug screen coming back negative. Deep blue eyes shifted from bat to bat before finally, Tim opened the letter and read it aloud.
“Dearest Tim Drake,
I am aware it has not been long since you have presented, and as a young Omega, it occurred to me that you may not have had the chance to enjoy your new designation just yet. You have already conducted tests to determine whether what is inside is of any danger, but rest assured, it is simply an aphrodisiac. Unharmful in all ways, you could easily drink the entire bottle and come out healthy and hale-”
“Ah.” Dick said, a noise to somehow convey how disturbed he was without outright destroying any joy Tim may be finding in the situation. Jason remained unbothered, gesturing for the young bat to continue, and Bruce himself didn’t know how to feel just yet.
“As I was saying,” Tim said, a neutral expression on his face, much like his fathers. “But no gift inside is something I will insist you accept nor enjoy. This is all that is of any concern to you, so I can only request you enjoy what I have included to the utmost capacity. I would love if you would write back to me with your thoughts on the gift, as any chance to speak with you I will take with glee. Also, just to be as abundantly clear as possible, I am courting you with intentions to mate. Please keep this in mind, as I would not want to hurt you over something you thought unfeasible.
With much love, holy shit, Ra’s al Ghul.”
Tim’s added ‘oh shit’ was more than appropriate, and all of the bats were left shell-shocked after that letter. Ra’s al Ghul, head of the League of Assassins, one of the most powerful Alphas in the world, courting Tim Drake. It was unheard of. So far as Bruce knew, Ra's had never taken a mate after the woman who birthed Talia and Nyssa died. Though the man had had possession of Jason for a while, and during that time his son had presented as an Omega, Jason had given no inclination to Ra's thinking romantically of him, or anything of the sort. Though, Bruce had only heard nasty rumors and biased opinions on how Omegas were treated in Nanda Parbat, Jason always fervently denied the rumors that stated Omegas were mistreated in the compound, and that was enough for Bruce. His boy wasn't one to lie when his father had him cuddled up in the dead of night.
"Alright." Bruce said eventually. "It's Ra's. I can believe that."
Dick looked at his father as though he were insane. What Dick didn't know was that this was a tremendous relief. Ra's courting his pups erased all worries Bruce had of them being unable to find suitable mates locally, and having an Alpha like Ra's on their side would be a huge benefit. Although Ra's concept of "no" was a bit twisted, from what Bruce could gather, a little wordplay could get the Alpha off of their backs easily. Plus, when the name had dropped, Jason had looked interested, eyeing up his own box as though he wanted to devour it's contents, and Jason arguably had the most personal experience with the man. Experience outside of combat, outside of tension. If Jason wasn't concerned, then Bruce wasn't either. Dick was also a bit of a prude, but that wasn't unforgivable. Plus, at the very least, Bruce hated secret admirers. Attach a name to your deeds or die a coward, in his humble opinion.
Tim let out a high pitched gasp, and then the sound of rummaging filled the room as the young Omega dug out what he'd seen.
" How did he get this?" Tim breathed, examining what seemed to be an antique camera. Peering inside the box, Bruce could see book upon book stacked on top of each other, each and every one a first edition and in immaculate condition. Art supplies, high tech spy gear exclusive to Nanda Parbat, and various delicacies filled the rest of the box, truly a gift fit for a king; or at least, a courting gift from a king. The bottle of aphrodisiac lay to the side on the deep emerald fabric that the entire contents had been wrapped in, largely forgotton. It made Bruce chuckle a bit.
Jason pounced on his box next, tearing open the red, black, a green box, picking up the note while he quietly purred in excitement. It was written in Arabic, and with every word that went by in a language Bruce didn't really read well, Jason's face went a deeper and deeper shade of red. Eventually, the brash Omega lightly coughed into his fist and tucked the note away in his pocket, turning to examine the contents of his package.
Clothes. Clothes, Shakespeare, booze, weapons, and a Wonderwoman autograph. A box tailor made for Jason and Jason alone. The clothes varied from practical gear to straight up lingerie, which Jason enjoyed in equal parts. The Shakespeare were all old, vintage scripts and personal diaries of other old English writers. The alcohol came in every expensive brand that Jason adored under the sun, complete with mixes and fancy glasses and a little winky face taped to a pomegranate-flavored wine. Pomegranates, both a well known aphrodisiac and a vehicle through which a cheesy old Alpha flirted. Bruce snorted when he saw it, and Jason paid him no mind. The weapons were a mix of guns and knuckle rings, as well as hand crafted daggers and long swords. Jason would be a very spoiled mate with Ra's, Bruce was sure, and it was every bit what his pup deserved.
Dick couldn't sate his curiosity anymore by simply being disturbed at their situation, so he too opened the black, gold, and blue box clearly meant for him. Jewelry, lingerie, food, and acrobatic gear. Ra's intuition was unmatched. Dick stared at the contents of the box in disbelief for a few moments before simply dunking his head inside and inhaling deeply.
It seemed three out of the four Wayne Omegas loved their gifts.
"Aren't you gonna open yours?" Jason asked, gesturing to the pure black and gold box that remained untouched. Bruce tilted his head, wondering if he should even bother, and resolutely picked it up. Heavier than he'd thought it would be, it was making the eldest bat a little excited.
"I'm going to open it in my room. Tell me if something was poisoned after all." He said, trotting over to his bedroom and locking the door. Now he was very excited, and hesitantly popped off the lid and read the note.
Dearest Bruce Wayne,
I have wanted to pursue you and your pups for matehood for a while now, and with Tim Drake presenting as yet another exquisite Wayne Omega, I felt there was no better time. I would like to make it clear that I am pursuing all of you for matehood, as a pack. You can consider it a pack merger, if it is easier to understand that way, with your primary bond to the pack of Nanda Parbat being through me. I fully intend to go through all lengths to prove my worth as a mate and Alpha, not only in mateship with your pups but to also prove I can care for them just as their sire would, and in ways that any lesser Alpha wouldn't dare. I have halted all League of Assassins business in your area and nearby as a sign of good will, and I would also like to request some time with Damian so we may speak in person. This doesn't have much to do with the courting, he is simply my grandson and I would like to procure the permission of his mother before I monopolize his day.
I've tried to keep this letter short, but I have much I'd love to hear from you about, so a letter back would be appreciated.
With love, Ra's al Ghul.
Bruce found himself smiling after reading the contents of the letter, and made a mental note to contact Ra's with plenty of details later on. With every passing moment that the Alpha made his presence known in their lives, Bruce minded less and less. He pulled apart the fabric wrap, short of no excitement, and hesitantly pulled out each gift. The wrap itself was drenched in Ra's scent, unlike the feather soft wraps his pups had gotten, and Bruce only hesitated for a moment before laying it on his bed.
Three bottles of expensive Jaeger sat at the top of the box, the eldest bat's favorite drink. He trilled in surprise, happily chirping as he set them on the nightstand, vowing to have a drink later that night. The next immediate thing the Omega noticed were the knives; five short, elegant, handcrafted knives, as sharp as can be and sturdy to boot. They weren't in the exact same design as the batarangs, more elegant and long, less stocky, but the symbolism was still there. Bruce purred softly as he examined each one before setting them down next to the alcohol.
This was the end of the more pure gifts, however. A note sat on top of three aphrodisiac bottles, elegant script simply stating 'treat yourself'. A light blush dusted the bat's cheek as he set those bottles on his bed beside him, and dug deeper into the box. A cock cage came out next, intricate gold designs with obsidian inlaid, in the perfect size for Bruce's small Omegan cock. A small note sat under it.
A tradition in Nanda Parbat. You have both the lock and the key. It is your decision whether to restrict yourself this way in my name. Whether you do or don't doesn't make me love you any less nor more; it is something you do for yourself. Simply put, it is a matter of trust. Do you solely want your Alpha to take care of you? Or would you rather stay unrestricted?
It was a foreign tradition to Bruce, but one he did not particularly mind. If Ra's had a preference, he would state it as such. But claiming this was a decision Bruce needed to make, not for the happiness of a future mate but rather to reckon the idea of having an Alpha with himself… it felt incredibly intimate in a way a simple cock cage couldn't convey. Did Bruce feel comfortable handing over this part of his body to his Alpha? Not literally, but metaphorically? To make that decision within himself and maintain it by his own will and faith?
Bruce didn't let himself think on it any more, simply slid his pants down just a bit to fit the cage onto his small dick, the pleasantly warm metal fitting snugly against the Omega. The fit only solidified that this part would truly be locked away for Bruce, and he swallowed thickly as the lock finally snapped shut. The key was nearby, set on the nightstand so he wouldn't lose it, close incase Bruce changed his mind. So far, however… Bruce was enjoying this, and enjoying it a lot. It made him feel special, like his body was something his mate held precious and dear.
Well. Soon to be mate. But that was just semantics.
The Omega finally pried his hands off, and went to examine the rest of the boxes contents as though everything were normal. Next came lingerie. Classy lace, the cut and fit clearly made to make a more petite Omega look even smaller, but Batman was no such Omega. He was muscled and stocky and wasn’t even dorito-shaped, unlike Superman. All this piece of clothing would do is make him look even bigger. He sighed, feeling his heart grow heavy, and was about to put the all black lace stocking-bra-panty set down when a note fluttered out of a crease in the clothing.
I picked this out especially for you. I am Alpha enough to admit that imagining my sweet Omega’s body just barely wrapped in lace is more than enough to make this old man pop a knot, and I wish I could be there to watch you. To see how you fit, to watch your face as you form an opinion on it, to see every delectable part of your body in this gift of mine- but this is a privilege I have not earned. Not yet.
Curse Ra’s and his terribly accurate intuition. How could Bruce resist putting it on now? Now, when he knew his Alpha wanted it so badly?
It was with those words in mind that Bruce began to undress, imagining his mate-to-be’s hands roaming over every patch of skin that was revealed, an imagined, appreciative purr filling the Omega’s ears as his Alpha saw the cock cage sat snugly against soft, pink flesh. Hands shaking, his insecurities just barely kept at bay, Bruce picked up a black stocking and carefully pulled the lace up his leg, the delicate material hugging his calf and thigh muscles, stopping just five inches from his hip. Bruce had to admit to himself, it looked damn hot.
Confidence restored, at least somewhat, Bruce pulled the lace panties on. The fabric did nothing to hide the cock cage, the gold straining against the black lace in a way that Bruce was sure Ra’s would enjoy, nor did it hide the dark hair trailing down from the Omegas belly button. His ass looked great in it, though, which made up for a lot. Lastly, the bra. Now, Bruce didn’t consider his pecs ‘tits’. He just didn’t. But, at certain points in his life, they did indeed leak milk, and whenever Damian felt especially cuddly, indeed milk would flow, but it had never gotten to the point of needing a bra.
Though, this musing was pointless. This lacy black one-piece had no intention of supporting breasts in any area other than appearance, and that was fine.
But if a bit of milk dribbled onto the dark lace, well. Don’t tell Ra’s.
Hiding it from Ra’s would be tough, however, considering that Bruce was leaking in more ways than one. Slick already began to soak the panties he had just put on, and it was in no small part due to the scent of Alpha in his room when no Alphan scent had dared come near his nest in… never. It had never happened. It was all knew and exciting, and his body wanted in.
Luckily, Ra’s thought of everything.
In a discreet box, certainly not the last in the box but the only one Bruce was currently interested in, sat a large, fat, dildo. Complete with a knot the size of Bruce’s fist and drenched in Ra’s pheromones.
“There is no way in hell I can take this, what the fuck are Omegas in Nanda Parbat on…” Bruce muttered, turning the veiny, thick, heavy dildo this way and that, trying to parse out how this thing would fit in his tiny hole. Bruce had long outgrown the young Omegan urge to find the most monster-sized dick and bounce on it, something Jason and Dick were still in the thick of. Nowadays, the eldest Omega was perfectly content with an average, and even small cock and knot. He’s had his pups, had his fun in the pain of pleasure. Now, he just didn’t feel like stretching himself for a long enough time to fit something so large.
But.
This was a gift from Ra’s al Ghul. His Alpha. Was Bruce going to disappoint his Alpha? He hadn’t even read the note at the bottom of the box, which he was getting into the habit of doing before completely writing off whatever Ra’s had prepared for him.
Shaped to the contour of my cock to the finest detail, my final gift to you… for now. I hope that despite the lack of an Alpha to properly satiate you, you can still enjoy a good knot. If I could make one request, if I could be so bold, I would like you to forgo lube when using it. Slick yourself up, tease yourself long and gently, so it feels like I am right there with you. That is all I ask.
A far shorter note, but Bruce was already getting comfortable on his Ra’s-scented bed, blushing furiously. So what if his monster-cock days were behind him? If his Alpha really was this big, he better return again and stay there. Just that very thought caused one thick bead of slick to drip down his crack and onto the panties. He didn’t pull off the dark fabric right away, opting instead to rub the fat head into his dripping hole through the panties, soaking the fabric even more.
Ra’s heady scent clouded his mind as he bucked his hips into the dildo, desperate for more friction. Though he knew, logically, that pushing in now would not be good at all, the only thought on Bruce’s mind was that this was his Alpha's cock, his Alpha's knot that was mere inches away from being buried deep inside of his ass, the tip poking his cervix and cum filling him up nice and good, putting another pup, his Alpha’s pup, inside Bruce. Bruce hadn’t thought, before today, that he’d wanted another pup so badly, but as he desperately tried to coax more slick out of himself through fingers and dildo head, it became more and more apparent.
He wanted his Alpha to breed him, to fill him with a whole litter like he knew Ra’s could and take care of his needs with intuition that only Ra’s had, to welcome his Alpha into his nest every day and every night, to have his own pups be cuddled up and filled just like he was, and-
Bruce whited out as soon as the head popped in, panties pushed to the side.
It sat so heavy inside of him, thick and impossible to ignore, impossible to get used to, completely spearing the Omega on just the tip. Fucked stupid by just the tip. Barely one more inch of that terribly thick, ridged cock sank inside of the Omega before he was cumming, and Bruce had never cum like this. With his cock locked up, locked up just for his Alpha, he had cum from his hole alone and squirted. Bruce had never squirted before, never felt his thighs quiver so intensely and his tight heat clench and milk a cock this way before. It was amazing.
Distantly, a few minutes later when Bruce regained himself, he vowed to take more than just a head and an inch next time. He had to please his Alpha properly, after all.