life in the bat-pack, for the most part, was perfect. sure, there were petty squabbles when items were stolen from eachother (more often courtesy of damian than anyone else), and things got tense when ruts/heats came around—but everyone had their assigned partners to help them through it.

bruce had clark, damian had jon, tim had konner—etcetera, etcetera.

and you, an omega, didn’t have a partner, so generally you went to dick, a beta, for help as he was one of your bestfriends, and the most comforting and understanding of the pack. and god knows you couldn’t go to jason, an alpha. the man hated you long before he resurrected. and it was knowingly reciprocated.

but, your heat was rolling around the corner, and you’d recently had a petty squabble with dick, where he was in the wrong (for once) so you promptly ignored him at any given chance. and didn’t dare talk to him to make amends. he had to talk to you first!

besides the point: you needed new materials for your nest. clearly dick was off the board, so…

unfortunately, your last resort was jason. much to your dismay and doom. he probably wouldn’t even lend a sock if your life depended on it.

you had to at least try.

knocking on jason’s room door up on the 3rd floor, west wing of wayne manor, you prepared yourself to be shouted at or deliberately ignored for simply asking for a few materials. tch—jason was annoying.