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Dick rounds the corner and enters the alley. His breath puffs out in front of him, the late October air chilling his bones.
Black Mask and his goons were expecting a weapons shipment off the docks in Amusement Mile. Batman and Robin had been staking out on a roof across from the warehouse where they were unloading the crates.
The two had grappled down into the alley below, using the shadows as cover.
The plan was simple: attack from both sides and take down the goons before the weapons could be distributed into the vans waiting to deliver the shipments to secondary locations.
"On my signal," Batman whispers in Dick's comm.
Dick peeks around the brick, eyes on the broken window that's his entry point.
"Now," the voice in his ear growls.
Dick leaps from his position, about to cross the street.
Suddenly, his vision and airways are blocked. He tries fighting the hands that shove him forward, but it's too disorienting.
A hand reaches in through the bag. Dick tries to bite it as it pokes around his jaw and cheek. The hand grabs the comm from his ear, then pulls back out.
He's shoved forward, his hands and knees hitting metal and not the expected asphalt.
"Lift his legs up!"
Two sets of hands grab onto his calves and lift him up. The bodies climb in behind him and slam a back door shut.
The metal lurches forward.
The bag flies off his head, revealing the ceiling of the back of a moving van.
Three goons pin him down to the floor, all on their knees. Dick takes inventory, cataloging any distinct features to put in the report later. The one holding down his left arm is bald, and the one on his right has a nasty scar on his neck. The goon by his legs is missing multiple front teeth.
The men are bulky and broad, making the four of them a tight squeeze in the back. Stale, musky Alpha scent permeates the small, unclosed space. Dick tries not to gag.
The partition is open between the front and the back, but Dick can't see the driver from his position on the floor.
"Boss figured you'd try and interrupt," Teeth explains, sneering down at him. "So our job was to catch a little Birdie."
The van lurches as it turns to the right, but not too fast—not trying to draw too much attention.
Dick opens his mouth to quip, but Baldy shoves a rag down his throat. He sputters, trying to spit it out. Scar rips a piece of duct tape and slaps it over Dick's mouth.
Shit, these goons were good. Dick tries not to panic.
"Our job is to drive around to the other side of Gotham, keeping you and the Bat separated," Teeth continues.
Dick tries to pull up his right fist, but Scar just pushes down with both arms. "Nah ah," he mocks as he pins Dick down.
"Hey, Birdie's got blockers on," Baldy says, moving a hand to Dick's neck. He roughly peels the patch off.
Shit. Within seconds, his distressed, Omega scent fills the back of the van.
"Holy shit, yer a fucking Omega," Scar jeers, inhaling deeply.
"No wonder the Bat keeps you close," Baldy adds.
"Flip him over," Teeth commands, yanking his calves.
The three goons make quick work of spinning him around. Baldy grabs the duct tape from Scar and wraps thick layers around Dick's wrists. Teeth follows, taping his ankles together.
Dick tries to wiggle out of their hold, but it's no use. Scar shoves his face down into the floor, grabbing his hair tightly.
Dick groans weakly through the towel and duct tape covering his mouth.
"Don't move, Birdie," Teeth laughs as the flick of a switchblade echoes behind him. His cape is shoved under him as the press of the knife glides from his lower back to his ass.
Teeth grabs onto the material roughly and slices the fabric from his tail bone up to the start of his pubic hair.
With his privates exposed, the sandalwood and vanilla gets even stronger.
"Fuck, you smell good," Teeth groans, running a hand down the curve of his ass.
Smack!
Dick whimpers at the slap and tries to scramble forward. Scar, who still has his fingers in his hair, yanks his head up.
"Are you a virgin?" Scar jabs, "or are ya the Bat's plaything?"
"Please, stop!," Dick yells behind the duct tape, but all that comes out is a stifled moan. He's only thirteen, of course he's still a virgin!
Bruce had to notice he was missing now, right? That he hadn't responded on the comms?
He's officially panicking.
Teeth rubs a hand over Dick's pussy lips. "Shit Birdie, we don't got lube. Gonna have to get your slick goin'."
Dick whines at the touch as realization sets in. Even when Bruce catches up to them, it'll be too late. He's going to be raped in this van.
Scar unbuckles his cargo pants with a clank. "No wonder he makes you wear those patches."
Two large fingers shove past his lips and rubs a circle around his entrance. "Come on, Birdie. This'll make it easier for you, too."
"No!" Dick sobs, tears falling down his face.
Scar shoves his exposed wrist right onto Dick's scent gland. "Submit, Omega."
The Alpha musk overpowers his senses, causing his body to unclench all his muscles and go limp. His head falls back down to his bound arms.
"There we go," Teeth coos, twisting his fingers against Dick's cocklet. "Get nice and wet for us."
Dick moans at the sensation, and hates that his body starts to react.
Scar yanks Dick up by his hair again and slaps his hard cock against Dick's face.
On his right, Baldy slides his pants down.
The fingers work their way back to his entrance and dip into his hole to collect the slick that starts trickling out.
"Good Omega," Baldy groans out.
Dick screams as two fingers shove into his virgin hole and start pumping in and out.
"No, no, no!" he sobs, almost choking on the spit soaking the towel in his mouth.
More slick gushes out of him as Teeth picks up the pace. It eases the pain of rough skin rubbing against each other, but with the slide brings the start of burning pleasure.
"Aye, share some of that, will you?" Scar says, reaching a hand over Dick's back.
Teeth pulls his fingers out and smears the slick onto Scar's hand. Scar pumps his cock a few times, then slathers the rest on Dick's cheek.
"Gimme some," Baldy grunts next to him.
Teeth collects more as the slick drips onto the metal floor.
Baldy works his cock with the slick, then licks the excess from his fingers. "You could sell this shit! Make Alphas go crazy."
Scar pulls Dick's face forward, trapping his cock between his pelvis and Dick's cheek. Dick tries to pull away, but the movement just has Scar yank him back, moaning at the sensation. He starts trusting his hips to continue the friction.
Dick slams his eyes shut. Something thick and warm pushes against his cunt, bigger than Teeth's fingers.
Dick wails as the head of Teeth's cock forces its way into him, the slick barely easing the way.
"Oh fuck, he's so tight," Teeth groans, grabbing Dick's hips up to shove in further.
The three Alphas thrust in unison—in him, on him, and next to him—grunting out lewd comments about Dick's body. The burn against his inner walls build and build, and Dick whimpers at the sensation.
Bile rises in his throat. He can't throw up, there's nowhere for it to go. Tears and snot mix with the slick on his face, soaking his eyelashes and hairline.
"Fuck," Teeth yells, speeding up his hips.
"Don't knot in him!" Baldy growls. "Aye, give us a turn!"
Dick feels Teeth's member twitch inside him with a burst of warmth.
"Stop!" Dick screams. He's not on any birth control.
Baldy yanks Teeth back, his cock slipping out of Dick's hole with a wet pop. "My turn!"
Behind him, Dick hears Teeth and Baldy fight each other as they switch places.
Without warning, another cock slams into his cunt. This one is thinner, but longer. With each thrust, it sinks deeper and deeper, and it hurts.
Hot liquid squirts onto his cheek, eyes, and into his hair. He feels Scar's member rub through the cum. "Such a good Birdie for us."
"You weren't fucking kidding," Baldy grunts, thrusting wildly. "Fuck, you smell better than my wife!"
A loud engine suddenly roars behind them.
"It's the Bat!" The driver yells.
The van swerves, sending everyone in the back of the van flying. The force yanks Baldy's member from Dick's swollen hole.
Dick looks up at the ceiling in a daze, cum and slick dripping out of him and onto his cape under his legs. His pelvis throbs in pain. His right eye burns, and he remembers why his eyes were closed.
"B!" Dick keens, wailing through the duct tape. "Help me, please!"