An Omega's Business

Jason once again attempts to get the rest he so desperately needs. And damn well deserves.

Dick had bothered him to no wits end about seeing a doctor, and he did so begrudgingly. He dislikes doctors to a certain extent. He hated putting himself in any vulnerable position. In a doctors office he was stripped of his scent patches, his alpha cologne, and even his clothing. He was all kinds of exposed.

He might be an omega, but he wasn't too proud of that. It embarrassed him. He knows there are omegas who are confident in their secondary gender, but he could not claim to be one.

Sometimes he was downright ashamed.

But Dick's pestering was a worse punishment than a little embarrassment.

He didn't exactly fit the expectations of a healthy omega anyway. Tall, broad, sickeningly dominating in nature, and he didn't have any real pack bonds.

Even though these are qualities that are sought after among alphas it can become a healthy risk for an omega.

Pack bonds, of which Jason has none, can go along way with his health.

He takes substitutes, but it's not the same. Like using formula instead of beast milk.

It didn't help that he was under so much stress. The entire situation was stressful enough but now he was met with the subconscious stress of the key elements he was missing. A subtle longing for an alpha in his nest, the nagging want for scenting, the need to keep his pup- Damian in sight, and the deep incomparable desire for sex.

His body was simply left discontent. He always felt like there was something he need or should be doing. The mildly uncomfortable longing was beginning to sink into his physical well being which made his body ache.

That was the thing with omegas, everything emotion became physical all too quickly. Sadness, rejection, discontentment, and discomfort could slip into illness and less than average health standard. That's why packs often revolve around the omega, they are all too rare, all too emotionally inducing (which effects the packs mood), and all too fragile. Any little thing can become an issue.

It got in the way of his lifestyle. And now it just flat out gets in the way.

His body was not exactly built to be "omega" in the first place. He was simply dealt a bad hand leading to his death which lead to his resurrection which lead him to the league of assassins which lead him straight into the hands of Talia al Ghul in the middle of an induced heat. The pit will mess with a grown adult, imagine what it could do to a teen in the mist of puberty. Nothing good, that's what.

He had the build of a young becoming alpha but the works of an omega. His body had to work quickly to adjust, attempting desperately to slim his waist and broaden his hips and chest which is all it really got to. His muscles' size was less defined with a thicker, softer layer of skin. And his facial features- god his facial features- could only be described as 'pretty' no like in a "pretty boy" way, like Dick, but more in a- ...a girlish way.

It was difficult changing so quickly. It hurt having his pelvis shift so often, he was in a constant grow spurt faze except it was trying to shrink him down. The pain sometimes kept him bedridden. As some sort of messed up way to help Talia, who was his confirmed legal guardian at the time, mates and bonded him. They had casual sex often. It became normal in the al Ghul pack.

The process was painful to say the least, his whole body ached during that period. It effected him emotionally and mentally as well. But none was worse than this time in his life.

He was uncomfortable, cranky, tired, upset? Maybe all those things.

It wasn't likely he wouldn't make it to term.