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Dick knew it wasn't a good idea when he snuck into Ivy's botanical garden one night on his own but he was too obsessed with her recent research to stop himself. Amongst Batman's files was a recent update on a particularly strong pollen that was found in some clubs. The hitch? It only affected those who were scent attuned, or in more laymen terms: in love. Dick was grinning ear to ear when he found the suspected pills and packed them away in a bag he pulled from his utility belt. If he could keep them off the streets it'd be for the best, and if he could make an antidote before Batman returned, even better. He wanted to make his mentors proud, show them all he wasn't the little Robin any longer but an adult. Now was his time to shine. But there was another reason. Curiosity. 

Of all Ivy's pollens and pills, this one was the most harmless Dick had ever heard of. Who didn't want to know who loved them, he wondered. All the case reports mentioned its limited effect, and as Dick came to the entrance of the greenhouse, he found himself suddenly tangled up in vines. He fought against them, his baterang a handy knife that sliced away rope after rope of vegetation until suddenly a pod opened up before him. It poofed, green dust making him cough. He fell back as the pod withered away and the powder of it left a strange taste on his tongue. It dissolved quicker than he could spit it out, even as he tried. It was sweet in a way that reminded him of medicine Damian had given him when he'd been nauseous, but it also tickled his throat. Nothing seemed to be happening and got to his feet and ran out of the greenhouse as fast as he could.

The night was alive with scents as he swung through Gotham's cityscape, thousands of people walking about on their way to clubs and bars and restaurants. No one's scents in particular stood out, but he hadn't exactly expected them too, but he couldn't smell any difference on himself either, not that the bat grade scent blockers were going to let him. He landed on the street next to his bike when a tall shadow loomed out of the darkness. There was no need to be frightened, not when it was Damian's low deep pitch coming from the temporary cowl.

"Where have you been, Robin?"

"You almost sound like the real deal when you say that," Dick said teasingly before he held out his bounty. "I was able to get Poison Ivy's pills off the streets before they were even distributed. See."

Batman came closer, inspecting the contents of the bag. He lifted one of the little white pills up into the street light. The little red flower print on it was unmistakable and he returned it to the rest and secured the pills on his waist.

"Hey! I got them. Let me finish the job."

"I will take it from here. Go home."

Dick crossed his arms adamantly, "if I'm going home, then wouldn't it make sense I take the pills with me? I can run it through the equipment and take a detailed report of its chemical makeup."

"Make no mistake, I will be arriving shortly after you. We are going to have a discussion about you running out on your own all the time too. Now get on your bike and return home at once."

"Fine," Dick said, frowning before he got on his bike. With his helmet secured he kicked the engine to life and raced off in the streets. If there was something he loved just as much as sailing through the skies, it was sailing through the streets. He groaned after the initial rush abated, disappointed despite how free he felt winding through roads. It wasn't as though he thought Damian would be reasonable about him sneaking out. Batman never was either, but he did think they'd loosen the rules a little with Bruce off-world with the Justice League. He thought maybe they'd have accepted that he was more than capable of going out on his own from time to time.

It was hard not to think of what had happened to Jason as he left the city proper. All those sweet smiles turned to broken angry glares. He sighed when his coms came to life, but instantly smiled when Tim's voice was on the line. 

"B Jr. says you found a sizable stash. I'll come over and help you analyze it. Good work."

"Do not encourage this reckless behavior, Cardinal, and cease with calling me by that name."

"Like we have any room to talk, B Jr. You know the old saying, when the bat's out, the birdies come out to play!"

"No one says such nonsense," Batman replied, clearly unamused but Cardinal cackled anyways before cutting out of the coms.

"Cardinal struck out at 16, B, 16," Dick said, pressing the issue in his growing silence.

"This is not a topic up for debate. I will see you at the cave shortly."

The com clicked off to silence again as Dick rode through a faux waterfall and into the tunnels that led him deep into the batcave. He hopped off his bike the moment he'd put the kickstand down and shook his hair after he'd popped off the helmet. The cave smelt somewhat delicious, and Dick found himself following the faint scent of it straight to the batcomputer. The screens were lit up, an all too familiar form of a red hoodie.

"Jason!" Dick bounded over, sitting on the console promptly to get in his way. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight. Did you bring something delicious to eat?"

"Always food with this one," Jason said dryly, seemingly unfriendly, but Dick knew better.

"Is that a yes?" He asked as he leaned in. Dick could swear that there was a sweet vanilla scent coming off him over his normal leather and gun oil. All of which layered on the alpha's soap. "A doughnut maybe?"

"No," Jason said with a frown. "Chili dogs an hour or so ago."

"Oh," Dick said before his eyes widened just a little and he looked to the side in thought. He was certain it was a side effect. He liked Jason after all, so it only made sense that Jason's scent would be altered to something more appealing. It'd align with other things he'd read about over the years. He glanced over again and noticed Jason wasn't wearing any blockers. 

"You didn't happen to bake today did you?"

"What's with all the questions, if you're hungry, I'm sure there's plenty of food left in the kitchen."

"So a no?"

"No, now go wash up, you smell like you stepped in plant goo."

"I do not," Dick said with mock offense but checked his green booties anyways. There wasn't anything on them and he worried his lip for a moment. There was a moment he thought of asking Jason about the pod, but he didn't want to get yelled at anymore than he was bound to already. He got off the console and decided it probably was a good idea to wash off the stink the smog had left on him instead before hiding in his room. When he got to the locker room door he glanced over at the bat computer, watching Jason concentrate with furrowed lines in his brow. The alpha caught him staring out of the corner of his eye and waved him on. With a sigh, Dick retreated into the locker room and began to strip out of his suit. Into the dirty laundry it went, along with his booties just in case they'd really picked up a scent he couldn't quite detect.

Dick pulled off his scent blockers and tossed them into the trash. He still couldn't smell any difference on himself, even if Jason smelled different, but he still didn't want to jump to any conclusions. He let out another long sigh as he stepped into the shower and began washing up. Even if the pod had doused him with something worse, he was certain the in house vaccines he'd been taking for years would prevent him from having a heat. Never mind the discomfort that was building up in his gut, Dick was determined to get the work done before nesting up in his room alone after taking a booster cure of the known pollens instead. If he was going to prove he could go out on his own, he needed to handle it alone. When he emerged, squeaky clean, dried off, and dressed in sweats, Tim and Damian were passing him, both hesitating briefly before they'd disappeared into the showers

He didn't notice Jason looking his way as he went into the med bay and fished around in the injectors drawer of the mini fridge. With Ivy's concoction cure loaded up, Dick injected himself with a hiss and threw away the empty cartridge. With the injector put in the biohazard bin, Dick made his way to the spectrometer where Damian must have already started the analysis of the pills. He opened the bag and began inspecting it under the light when he smelled the overwhelming presence of vanilla. Before he could turn around, Jason was scenting him, taking a deep breath of him.

"Jay? What's going on?"

"You smell different," Jay murmured, but there was something in his voice that Dick hadn't ever heard before.

"We're you also wanting to analyze ivy's pills?" Dick asked as he pulled away slightly and turned to his side. Jason's mouth was open slightly, eyes lidded, lingering almost as close as he'd been seconds prior. He noticed Tim and Damian approaching and quickly darted towards them.

They both stopped in their tracks, whatever conversation they were having that warranted Damian's annoyance and Tim's grin had turned into stares. They were showered and changed into similar work out clothes, but Dick nervously licked his lips and watched their eyes zero in on it. Tim was the first to speak, chest rising and falling faster now that the alpha needed to breath to do it. 

"Did you get struck by something?"

"A pollen pod?" Damian was quick to suggest.

Dick flushed red, prompting Jason out of his own stupor. "Decontamination room. Now."

"But, I took an antidote-"

"No arguments. You need to go now. It must be something new," Damian was saying, throat tight. 

"I'm immune to her normal fare. I barely feel like there's a heat at all!"

"Dickie," Jason murmured, already back behind him, grasping his arms. His nose was on his neck, sniffing his gland.

Tim was already walking closer, the look in his eye not much different than Jason's in the way his blue eyes lidded half closed when he came in to sniff the other side. Dick's cheeks lit bright red. Of course he loved being scented, but squished between Jason and Tim both at the same time wasn't something he was used to.

"Stop crowding him," Damian said, causing both the other alphas to back away. It gave Dick a little bit of relief, but when the tall imposing alpha leaned in himself and began licking his gland, Dick sputtered and fawned under the attention.

"D-Damian!"

"No fair!" Tim said, pulling at Damian's shoulder.

"Dickie…" Jason was back behind him again, the unmistakable press of a hard cock at his back. Dick flinched and looked between the three of them as he realized he was in bigger trouble than he bargained for. He squared his shoulders anyways, deciding to take control of the situation if he could.

"Okay, I get it, I smell good or something-"

"Pretty bird, you have no idea how good," Jason was saying again, hands coming around to squeeze Dick's waist.

Damian growled, tugging Dick closer to him protectively.

Suddenly the three alphas were squaring off. A few growls and a snap of teeth was making Dick more worried for them than anything. They'd stopped talking, their bodies poised to fight and he reached up and touched his glands where the blockers had been and made a decision to stop them from ripping their throats out.

"I'll have sex with you all, but only if you stop fighting."

That seemed to get whatever rational thinking was in their heads back in order, if it was even rational to begin with, but it only worked long enough for them before Dick realized they started to fight over the right to take him first. Dick yelped when they tugged a little too roughly, earning a few whimpers of apology, but words seemed to be beyond them now that they were taking off his top. His nipples hardened against the cold and he shivered as their warm hands began pulling at him again.

First was Damian's kiss, shockingly possessive, and Dick wondered as his mouth parted under heated lips if Damian loved him. It was foolish to think he did, but Dick wanted to believe it as he threw his arms around the alpha's neck. He purred, the trill in his throat earning him an even deeper kiss. It was intoxicating, encompassed by Damian's natural cardamom and mango scent. Spicy and sweet, and not too unlike Jason's extra sweet vanilla scent. It was a clue that he didn't have time to process when he was suddenly pulled from behind, Jason's mouth taking over where Damian's had been. Just as hot, but sweet and tender too, and he moaned as Tim pawed at one of his omegan breasts. Maybe it was a concession on Tim's part to take the third kiss after, but it was no less passionate than the other two had been when their tongues met. They kissed him like they loved him, and he was more than happy to give his very first real kisses away to them.

When his pants and slick shorts had been taken off, he couldn't quite remember, dizzy from all the kissing. He panted lightly and blinked his eyes several times as if to push away the haze to keep himself level in thought. It was a difficult thing to do with the way they were picking him up. His gut was swimming in warmth however, but he could no longer tell if it was from Ivy's pod or if it was due to the fact that he was being kissed and touched all over. All he knew is that every touch brought him further down into the depth of desires he'd kept hidden.

Suddenly he was hoisted onto Damian's broad shoulder. He yelped in protest and Damian swatted him on his right butt cheek. It made him yelp again after the sound reverberating embarrassingly off the rocky walls, and suddenly as he was being transported up the stone steps into the house, they all took turns swatting his behind. He was nearly in tears, straining hard against Damian's shoulder when they finally seemed content enough to stop. 

He couldn't help but wonder if they were punishing him for having gotten doused, but all the worries were floating away as they laid him down in the pack nest. Their scents were all around him, familiar, comforting, loving. Even Tim's dark roasted coffee smell had hints of vanilla and sugar, luring Dick into all his favorite thoughts. His chest was rising rapidly now, his gut tight with need and his cocklet straining for attention, but they were all getting undressed, clothes tossed to the side while his body ached and hungered in a way he'd never felt before.

Dick keened and begged for them, suddenly too hot to handle now that they were away from him. He shoved his fingers into his dripping slick folds below, trying to show his alphas what a good omega he was for them. Shoving in as many as he could, he wined. They weren't enough to fill him the way he needed. 

Tim was the first to go to his knees, licking at Dick's hands and fingers to taste as much slick as he could. His lips were like fire dancing along Dick's heated skin, and when he squeezed Dick's thighs, electricity rolled through Dick and pulled out another long guttural whine. He needed more, and Jason was at his side before he'd realized it, mouth descended on his nipple. The alpha licked and nibbled, forcing Dick to stay still beneath the broad hand that had spread out onto his chest.

Damian was the last undressed, a blur behind the tears welled in Dick's eyes. The oldest alpha came to Dick's other side, occupying himself with kissing away his tears and raking his teeth over Dicks neck. It shivers down his spine, but he could hardly focus on it when Tim's mouth was on his mound, forcing his own hands away.

"A-Aaaah!~" Dick moaned when Tim's tongue licked a strip up the center of his lower lips and nudged at the little swell sheltered within. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before, startled when Tim used his teeth with the faintest of pressure. Jason continued to keep him pinned, scent wild with approval as he took his own turn licking and nipping his way up to Dick's shoulder glands.

He'd come before, but nothing so violently hard, thighs bracketing Tim's head so hard he thought he might pop the alpha's head clean off. He shuddered and jerked, cock spent and folds gushing, leaving him feeling like a pile of goo in his bones, but the heat was still there, centered low in his gut. He panted hard, whining when Damian snapped his teeth in Tim's direction. Their scents collided briefly but Tim was already moving out of the way and nestling where Damian had once been. 

Suddenly Dick was sweltering, burning hot and intimidated. Down below Damian's dark rich treasure trail was a thick large cock. It was absurd that all Dick could think of other than the fact that he didn't think such a log could fit, was that he must have inherited it from his father. Dick's cheeks couldn't flood any redder, but his head swam as Damian leaned in and slid his fingers down through the mess he made. Tim was making himself at home in Damian's old spot, but his teeth were nipping harder than Damian's ever had. Between the two alpha's forcing his jaw up, and Damian slipping his fingers inside him, Dick was scrambling around trying to hold himself steady.

He was careening in the sea of passion, their scents betraying the same single minded determination to breed him. It didn't ring any alarms, or make him worry, all too far gone himself in the unyielding need. Damian's fingers were exploring, spreading him wide, and walking back in such a way that had Dick losing what little cognitive function he had. He let out a wail of need, mouth hung open as Damian lined himself up. Beautiful intense man that he was, Dick couldn't help but want him. After all those years of being so close, yet so far. Every training session, every meal, his eyes had found the eldest alpha, just as they did now.

It was only right the eldest alpha had priority, unspoken rules between them playing out between his thighs. Damian pressed the broad head of his cock against the drenched folds, pushing and mixing their scents. Dick was beside himself with the burn of the stretch, Damian's slender artistic and deadly fingers nothing compared to the girth of his own member. He began to whine again but Jason was taking his lips in another kiss while Tim distracted him by pinching his nipples as if he could milk them then and there. The sensation was too much for any one thing to keep him steady and he came again just from the sheer pressure.

Despite the way his body tensed and clamped down on Damian, the oldest alpha wasn't deterred from fucking deeper and deeper yet. Jason finally let go of his mouth so he could breathe, panting hard as he looked down at his stomach. Damian was already flushed against him, his own legs spread obscenely far and wide as though he were training, and yet nothing had prepared him for seeing the bulge of Damian's cock present on his stomach. His mouth fell open and he pawed at it. It suddenly moved, Damian's hips pitched backwards before he slid in. They all moaned together, the scented air too heady for any of them as they watched in rapt wonder at the bulge coming in and out.

Jason had already taken to stroking himself while Tim was rutting against Dick's side. The smell of salt and sweat and sex was overwhelming to Dick's senses, far beyond anything he could comprehend as unending pleasure coursed through him. He wanted more and more, desperate as his hips and legs worked to meet every thrust Damian gave him. It turned reckless and hard, all the burn of muscles doing things they never had subdued by rolling ecstasy gripping every muscle. He keened and moaned, and moaned and keened, not realizing his hands had been brought to Jason and Tim's cock each.

It was as though none of them could get enough of each other, their desperate raspy breaths tumbling into grunting and wailing moans until finally Damian's knot caught. Dick cried out, finding himself filled with molten heat. He came himself, muscles spasming around the pulsing bulge, and they all collapsed together in the nest. Dick was smushed, pleasantly filled exactly how he wanted, pressured from all angles as though he were being hugged. It satiated whatever heat had been burning within him, and he glanced from side to side to see that Jason and Tim both had come.

"Damimi?" Dick whispered, bringing his hands to the resting alpha's shoulders. The older alpha's eyes were nearly closed, and Dick's words stirred him into lazy action. He cupped the omega's cheek and drew him in for a tender kiss, and Dick melted and purred until the sweet commanding alpha pulled away and out. Wetness gushed between his legs and Damian moved so Tim could take his place. He hardly had time to feel embarrassed when they were already moving faster than before, Tim's cock hard and straining. Where Damian's had been thick and long together, Tim's was longer but not quite as thick. It was big for such a slender alpha and Dick was no less worried about it. Tim moved his legs, holding them up against his slender chest where only the tips of Dick's toes came to the older alpha's shoulder, and Dick wanted to scramble away when Tim pulled him by the hips and seated himself in one fell swoop.

"Aaaaah~!" Dick cried out, unable to determine if it was pleasure or pain, or both that sent his head back in the soft pillows. Jason was rumbling next to him, his purr vibrating through Dick and calming him and just like before, he kissed Dick silly while Tim found himself a rhythm that he liked. Every so often he'd squeeze Dick's thighs, sending the little omega into a fit of moans while Damian began nipping at his shoulder and stroking Dick's cock. He wasn't sure how much more he could take when suddenly Damian bit into one of the glands on his shoulder, sucking hard on the flesh.

Jason gasped and Tim's hips began pounding harder. The sound of them drummed in Dick's head with the beat of his heart to match, all the coiled build up of pressure suddenly snapping. He came again just as Tim's jack rabbiting hips landed with one final push and knot. More and more heat flooded his insides, but Damian didn't stop stroking him.

"Damimi! Its-its too much-" Before Dick could moan any harder, Tim's fingers were in his mouth, the explosion of salt gracing his tongue. It was himself, creamy and tacky, like nothing he'd tasted before. He instinctively began sucking on his fingers, wanting every drop of it.

Jason, all too eager for his turn, pushed Tim away when the knot tying them together had partially deflated. There was a small snap of teeth before Tim moved down to lick up every drop of Dick's spend from his cock instead, following it to the source and drawing Dick's small cocklet in his mouth. Damian's teeth had lifted away, but his lips were still marking him, sucking deep hickeys onto every spot of his shoulder. Despite it all, Dick looked over at Jason though his post orgasmic haze, mouth falling open.

Jason's trip to the pit had done much to change his physique, thicker and broader, divine thighs and a pinched waist. Even his pecs were a thing of beauty, His fourth crush, but no less intense, Jason's cheeks were dashed with red and his eyes were fixated on Dick's as he came in close as a lover and seated himself slowly but surely deep inside. Dick moaned at the change of pace, Tim's annoying growl at being displaced forgotten with every roll of Jason's hips. The mood suddenly changed, kisses coming Dick's way as they pet and stroked him. It was mind numbingly wonderful, sending cascading pleasure through every vein and muscle and nerve in his body. Every little point an omega could feel, they knew and kissed and rubbed. His heart couldn't take it anymore, fresh tears spilling as he came on Jason's knot while they shuddered together. 

Dick vaguely wondered if it was enough now that they'd all had a turn, but the night drew on, and Damian rolled them over and began taking his turn while Jason kissed him from below. So full, yet not full enough. When Tim took his turn, Dick found his mouth suddenly filled by Damian's cock, Jason's teeth biting in the mound of his breast where Jason had been sucking. Dick groaned, jaw hurting but mind comforted by the combined scents of their sex. And when Jason made him ride him, Tim took to watching with Damian while they panted hard.

 Round and round they went, filling him fuller and fuller. His stomach so full of heat was now so full of their seed, swollen as though he carried pups. He moaned, cradling the distended gut, when finally they seemed content to simply lay with him. Covered in sweat, Dick finally found himself sleeping, too exhausted to do anything else. He woke to a few more rounds, but their desperation was tapering off when the afternoon sunlight streamed bright into the room. Dick rubbed his eyes, feeling the seed of their activities gush out below him. His body ached beautifully and he looked down to see he was covered in bruises and bites but more importantly he was surrounded by his naked alphas, and the feeling of heat was completely gone.

"Shit," he said aloud, knowing he really was in trouble now.