It was was one and one billion chance of happening. The device that had been made and tested through countless to insure that it would never break or defect so imagine the surprise when Batman and Robin where fighting alongside each other in Arkham just finishing tossing the criminals into their cells when the circular black band around Robin's neck just snapped suddenly reveling his true scent to everyone.

Omega.

Robin was an Omega.

WHAT?!


"That could have gone better." Tim sighed as he stepped out of the changing room and into fresh clothes. "So, do you think they noticed?"

"Considering they tried to start a riot after we left? Yes." Bruce sighed. "Now that they know your an Omega their going to come after more often."

Taking a seat next to Bruce, Tim pondered over it for a few minutes. "It makes no difference if I'm Omega, Beta or Alpha, I've beaten them all before."

"Yes, but they don't understand that." Bruce typed int a few more lines. "Just be careful."

"Alright." Standing up Tim nodded at him. "Good night, Bruce."

"Good Night, Tim."


Killer Crock was running a muck when Robin dropped down in front of him. Robin raised his stall ready to fight when Killer Crock just stared at him before just sitting there. Confused for a second Robin inched slightly closer but the criminal made no to go after him.

Robin poked him with the staff. "Hey."

"Go away, Omega."

Ah, so that's it. "No."

Killer Crock growled at him. "Tell Batman to stop being a coward and to stop sending an Omega to do his job."

SMACK!

"YOU LITTLE-"

SMACK! SMACK!

"Stop THAT!" Killer Crock yelled covering his head.

"Are you going to fight me or go back to Arkham?"

"Neither."

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

An hour later Robin was dragging the unconscious Crock into his cell at Arkham.


O-MY-Mega: Tim as an Omega and people just aren't taking him seriously.