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Martha Wayne was the last omega to inhabit Wayne Manor.
Bruce followed in his father’s footsteps, an alpha through-and-through, big and bulky and protective, and when he filled the house with pups, they followed their adoptive father’s footsteps.
Or, well. So he thought.
Jason Todd dies at fifteen, unpresented and alone. Childhood malnutrition, Leslie had theorized when Bruce brought it up, and Alfred had worked on a diet plan to maybe even out the boy’s hormones enough to let his body present – an alpha, they thought, based on his snarls and posturing.
(It hadn’t occurred to them that Jason was an Alley kid, and those snarls and posturing were the only way he’d survived as a young pup, unprotected and packless. Young, lone omegas don’t survive long in the Alley.)
So Jason the maybe-beta, probably-alpha dies in a warehouse in Ethiopia. And Jason the omega is birthed in a cave in Nanda Parbat, slick with green water, newly-presented.
Talia’s an alpha like her Beloved. It’s part of why Damian was shrouded in secrecy, born out of an unholy mix of what could be called magic and could be called extremely unethical science. Alpha-alpha pups aren’t unheard of, but they are very, very rare.
There are complications that come with pups growing up omegaless, and complications that come with a child she has produced without the approval of her father. Complications that turn out to be neatly solvable with a tool she’d originally intended to use for something else.
Ra’s had been aware of her acquisition of the catatonic Jason Todd, and disapproved. When she failed to force Jason’s progress quickly enough, preferring instead to use him as a conveniently obedient guard for her son, her father decided that enough was enough.
So Jason the eighteen-year-old omega presents, stunted growth reversed quickly and painfully by the Lazarus Pit. He emerges whining for an alpha that isn’t here. She is, though.
She is.
He won’t be the gift for her Beloved she’d intended, at least not right away, but he will serve a purpose. Working off of some insane gut feeling – the kind al Ghuls do not work off of – she takes Jason to a little house on the edge of Nanda Parbat, where her father’s influence is not as strong, and she has people loyal to her. She sets him up there, confused and snarling, and gives him a pup and a purpose.
The plan has changed.
And so it goes. And so Jason Todd’s trajectory is altered.