Miscellaneous crap.

In which Jason Todd is fucking psychic (Jaydick)

You'll be seeing a lot of this ship in this book. Prepare yourselves.

WARNING: This shit is intense. I recommend looking up A/B/O dynamics fanlore before reading this if you're new to this form of fic. It's not gory or anything, just... animalistic and different.

Proper Fic warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Heat/Mating cycles, Porn with a fuck ton of plot and feels, Swearing up the wazoo, all the fluff.

This shot is basically just a sexfest over the course of a heat so uh, yeah. Also this is my first fic shot back at writing smut... That's why i'm writing so much of it in one shot so deepest apologies if it is truly terrible. I used to be good i promise. Also I swear this wasn't supposed to be an ABO fic at all, like literally i didn't even start it as one but I couldn't resist. Well that's enough rambling from me, so without further ado:

Enjoy!

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Blockbuster's criminal HQ, South Blüdhaven, 2:36 AM, October 5th, 2015

"It's cold as shit out here. Why are we even standing here to guard the base when the bird boy's nowhere to be seen or heard?" One thug asked another through chattering teeth.

"I don't know, Just do as the boss says. Blockbuster told me Nightwing was coming and It's our job to kick his ass." The other replied. Their heads snapped up to the roof across the street where yelling sounded out. A dark figure flipped from it and dropped in front of them.

"Nightwing? Really?! Where?! I've just been dying to see him." The Red Hood's voice dropped into a dark growl as he held his pistols up to them. "So tell me, scum, how come your big scary Blocky didn't warn you about me?"

"I-uh-I-um-I don't know Mr. Hood sir." One of the cronies whimpered. Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet.

"Fine, whatever. Just know that my man in the black and blue uses metal sticks to beat people up. I use these," He cocked his guns. "I'm the one you should be worried about. So what's tonight's big scheme for the toe-head, hmm?" the vigilante asked and took a step closer.

"The hell we're telling you. I'd rather die than have Blockbuster find out you spooked us for answers." The second henchman gruffed.

"Feeling bold, are we? Because I can arrange that." Jason sounded bored as he raised the guns to their faces. He was interrupted by the sound of someone new dropping from the rooftop above.

"No need, Hoodie. I can help you out here." Nightwing grinned as he approached the younger man.

"Well if it ain't fingerstripes! Just the guy I was looking to see. Let's get this problem over with and we can catch up."

In a split second that by some miracle the two former Robins didn't notice; A goon pulled out a panic button and called up more thugs for backup. Jason and Dick groaned.

"Always making things harder than they need to be, I swear it's so annoying." Dick huffed and pulled out his escrima, readying himself to fight as they crackled with electricity. The group of goons burst through the door and attacked immediately. Jason begrudgingly switched his pistol clips to the ones filled with rubber bullets and started firing off shots before tucking away his guns and resorting to hand to hand.

Once the vigilantes had taken out the pack they headed inside quietly, whispering to each other.

"So what brings you to the old south-end shithole?" Dick asked the taller of the two as they manoeuvred their way through the air vents.