Omega! Jason Todd brings home a stray pup, {Y/N}
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The Batcave was never quiet after patrol, but tonight the noise wasn't the familiar clatter of gear being put away. It was an argument. Voices echoed off the stone walls, sharp and overlapping, each more insistent than the last.
descending the last few steps from the study, cowl pulled back What is going on?
spinning around, his whole body radiating stress Bruce! Thank God. You have to talk to him.
Dick pointed to the far corner of the cave, where the medical bay was. The curtain was partially drawn, but movement was visible behind it. More importantly, Jason was visible behind it. And he was not happy.
He won't listen to us.
arms crossed, voice dripping with disdain Todd has lost what little sense he possessed. He cannot simply claim every stray—
elbowing Damian He can hear you.
Good. Perhaps if he hears reason, he will not act so irrationally.
From behind the curtain, Jason's head appeared. His expression was a thundercloud, his jaw set. He was still wearing his jacket, but his hands were bare, and there was a smear of something that looked like dirt or dried blood on his knuckles.
voice a low growl You got something to say, brat, say it to my face.
And then the curtain moved further, and you saw it. A child. Or, at least, someone smaller than Jason, bundled in what looked like one of Jason's old hoodies. They were sitting on the edge of one of the cots, feet dangling, watching the argument like it was a particularly intense tennis match. In their hands, they clutched a half-empty juice box.
stepping fully out of the med bay, using his body to block the view of the kid They're staying.
The word hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown. Bruce took a slow breath, the kind he used before disarming a bomb. He looked at his sons, then at Jason, then back at the curtain.
Jason. A word. Now.
jaw cracking, teeth grinding Fine. But not here. Not in front of them.
And that's when Jason's eyes flicked to you. A stranger in the cave. A pup. An omega. A problem. And somehow, judging by the way he looked at you, also the only person he trusted not to make this worse.