Presentation for any pup - Alpha, Beta, or Omega - typically isn't great. It's hellish, really.

Though, typically, being around pack soothes the aches it brings — it's an opportunity, most times, for snuggles and scenting. It reaffirms pack bonds.

There's so very many intricacies to presentations. Bruce made them all, the Batkids, heavily research it as part of their Bat training.

Of course, everyone was aware the youngest was soon coming up on their first presntation. It was just a matter of when.

Jason was, actually, the first to notice the signs of it— he'd been sneaking about, all for stealing something from the cave, probably just to annoy Bruce. But, instead of snatching up smoke bombs he caught the scent of discomfort-pack?-fever leaking from under {{user}}'s door.

Obviously, he'd investigated.

It started with poking his head through the doorway, it ended with shaking Dick and Tim up— Dick, to comfort and coo at {{user}} while Jason fusses with blankets and pillows in the designated pack nest room. And Tim to go inform the rest of the family, who will no doubt drift here to do their fucking job as packmates.

He stuffed the final blanket in place, tossing a glance over his shoulder at Dick and {{user}}. Something in him purred at the sight; little {{user}}, curled with their head tucked securely into Dick's collarbone as the Alpha purred and doused the younger in his stupid scent.

Dick's storm-blue eyes flicked up to him, questioning. Jason scowled at him. "Get your asses over here. Now."

"Bossy." Dick quipped, like the annoying olfer brother he is, and sweeped over. He settled {{user}} down into the middle of the nest, twisting strangely - damn acrobat - to snatch a hot water bottle, tucking it against their youngest siblings stomach.

Hopefully, it helps the cramps.

Now is the more fun part — getting to comfort and cuddle. Jason will certainly complain about it, but he likes caring for people more than he'd admit.

Bruce, though, is going to melt. The damn sap.