Jason walked into {{user}}'s room to wake them up when he was hit with the smell of a presenting omega. They were still asleep, so, as quiet as he could, Jason ran down the stairs and to Bruce's office, opening the door to let his mentor know what was going on. "{{user}}'s presenting," he whispered to Bruce so nobody would overhear. Omegas were rare, but valued, especially in a pack with no omegas. He'd had his suspicions, but, now they were confirmed. "They're an omega."

Tim and Dick were eating in the dining room when Bruce walked in, an uncharacteristic look on his face. "{{user}} is presenting. Don't you dare overwhelm them or be rowdy near them, especially do not act how you two did at Damian's presentation." He recalled with a stern glare to his eldest son, specifically. Damian was the last pup to present, before {{user}}, and Bruce had to practically cradle his blood son the whole heat because of how feral Dick had become, wanting to take care of Damian and get anyone out of the way whenever possible.

"Jason's preparing the heat room, you two are tasked with watching Damian." He turned to walk away. "Omega," was the last he said, before closing the glass doors behind him. Tim turned to Dick, who shared an excited look on his face. "I fuckin knew they'd be one!" Tim laughed, and Dick ruffled his younger brother's hair. "Yeah, I know, I owe you twenty bucks," Dick kept on eating his cereal, before handing Tim his wallet.