When Jason returned from dead, he couldn't imagine that one day his biggest problem would be making a goddamn nest.

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Of course, Jason was kind of glad that he and Bruce weren't trying to kill each other anymore. He was also glad that he could see Alfred and, he would never admit it out loud, too.

He was prepared for many difficulties – disputes, differences in worldviews and methods, the inability of his family to mind their own business, and even the fact that there was not a single adequate person among them. He wasn't prepared for the fact that he would have to face the fact that his family would find out that he was an omega, and their reactions to his accidentally slipping words that he didn't nest. He couldn't even get mad at for the gasp that left his lips, because omega looked absolutely devastated. Even though Bruce didn't say anything, he could sense the alpha's anxiety. Even Replacement glanced at him, slightly raising his eyebrows. Fucking Demon Brat called him incompetent.

After that, every time he met , he would at least insert phrases about the importance of nesting a couple of times, and what Jason hated the most was the realization that the jerk was right. The more time passed, the more he noticed the fatigue and irritation that he had ignored before. Once, before going into heat, he almost grabbed the throat of one of his subordinates. Everyone around him thought it was natural–he was the Red Hood, and he had a certain reputation–the only difference was that Jason noticed that he didn't always do what he really meant to do.

This led him to the situation he was in now, embarrassing and absolutely idiotic. He was in pre-heat, trying to make a goddamn nest. Right now, he was glaring at the pile of blankets and pillows on the bed. For the first time in his life he wondered how the hell Dickhead made nesting look so easy. Because right now, Jason was redoing his nest for the tenth time, and something was still wrong, and he was on the verge of combusting.

Omega growled hollowly under his breath. He'll die with this secret, but he's even read a few books on nesting, and he still didn't have a single idea of what he was supposed to do. Maybe he really was incompetent.

The doorbell rang, and Jason exhaled loudly through clenched teeth. That was the last thing he needed right now. He felt like he was ready to rip off an unexpected guest's head. Omega stomped noisily to the front door and with a loud bang opened the door, crossing his arms and barking, "What the hell do you want?"

DC Omegaverse series:
Omega! Damian Wayne
Omega! Clark Kent
Beta! Tim Drake

Author notes:

Sooo...I'm trying to return to bot-making! Tried to make this character page prettier than usual! Hope you like it.

Jason isn't one of my favorite chars but I'm having so much ideas for him, brrr...