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When Bruce had asked for his help on a mission Jason had assumed he’d do a stakeout or get in a fight or something normal. That was not the case. Bruce had informed him and the others back in the cave that they were investigating a strip club for human trafficking, which seemed normal at the time, at least to Jason. After Bruce gave all the details on the operation he motioned for Jason to stay after everyone left.
“What is it Bruce?”
“I’m going to need you to do something a bit different for this operation.”
“Well? Spit it out then.”
“You’ll need to go undercover,” Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t we all?”
“Hmm, a bit different. You’ll need to be close with the working girls.”
“You want me to go undercover as a stripper?” Bruce gave a slight nod. “Fine.”
It wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d done on a mission, that goes to the time he somehow ended up with Roy’s pinky toe in his nose. A file was slid across the table towards him, Bruce deciding that was enough talking for the evening. Jason slipped it into his duffle bag that he used when spending any time in the Manor, he had a lot of shit that he needed to carry with him, like the eight books he said he would read and the one he will definitely read for the eighteenth time instead.
The rest of the evening went fairly well, a normal if not noisy dinner before he said his goodbyes for the night. As per usual Dick spent every second next to him, the alpha looked at him like Jason had hung the stars in the sky. Jason knew Dick wanted to be with him but he’d been waiting on Dick to make the first move, not wanting to spook the alpha off. As Jason walked out to his motorcycle he could feel Dick’s eyes on him from the window, weirdo.
Once back home he cracked open the file, immediately greeted with a litany of pictures of scantily clad omegas, both men and women. Each photo was labeled with information for Jason, showing him who he should watch out for and what he should know. At the back of the folder was a bunch of pictures of different outfit suggestions. The first few were immediately thrown out, one looked uncomfortable, one wouldn’t fit his thighs, and the last simply wouldn’t match his eye color. He settled on two, a lacy black top that would perfectly frame his chests with matching boyshorts, or a dark blue top with criss-crossing straps across the chest and lace trimmed underwear that he just knew would have a bit of his ass cheeks hanging out.
Jason pulled out his phone, dialing Stephanie’s number, trusting her advice, both as a fellow Alley omega and in general. It rang a few times before Stephanie’s voice echoed down the line.
“Jay! What’s up?”
“I need advice.”
“You’ve come to the right place, I give the best advice ever,” joy filled her tone.
“So this mission, the club one, Bruce has me going undercover with the girls and I need to know which outfit to go with.”
“Jason Todd! Are you telling me you’re going to be a stripper?!” Fake horror filled her tone.
“Yes,” he replied dryly, “look at the pics I sent.” He could hear the rustling as she put her phone on speaker phone. A tinny wolf whistle sounded from his phone.
“You’re gonna be the hottest omega in all of Gotham, don’t know how Dick will resist this, go with the second one.”
“Let’s hope he can’t,” it was a common topic of conversation between the two, Jason groaning about how Dick wouldn’t make a move and Stephanie complaining about having to watch Dick pining so hard.
“I mean its his colors! How could any alpha resist?”
“Do you think Bruce did that on purpose, I mean, he was the one who picked out the outfits.”
“Oh my god! He totally did!” Jason felt a little uncomfortable with that thought, not wanting to know that his father figure had caught on to their mutual pining. Steph cackled a bit more before hanging up, taking delight in Jason’s suffering. Sighing, Jason set his phone down, opening up his laptop to start ordering the items he would need, with that done he set the computer aside and decided to forget about it for the time being.
Several planning sessions later the mission was fully set up and Jason was getting ready for it. He started with a full body shower, shaving every nook and cranny of his body, slathering lavender scented lotion on after. It took a few minutes to wriggle into the outfit he had chosen, having to adjust the straps over his chest several times as the tissue fought to escape. Jason caught a glance of himself in the mirror as he walked out of the bathroom, his omega purred a bit seeing his alpha’s Dick’s colors on him. A lot of men would be looking at him tonight but at least he had the choice of outfit. Before he left he threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie to cover the lingerie.
While everyone else was meeting at the Cave that evening he wouldn’t be as the dancers needed to get to the club earlier than it opened. He quickly met with all the other omegas at the club, only a little self conscious about how beautiful they all were. Someone shooed him off to go change into his clothing before a younger woman pulled him aside and motioned to her makeup. Jason acquiesced and allowed her to apply mascara and tightline his eyes before smearing a cherry flavored lip gloss across his lips. Bruce and Babs had both agreed that there was no way to get him a com that wouldn’t be seen so he was going in blind, relying fully on Dick and Tim who would be in the crowd tonight. Tim as a bartender and Dick as a customer, strategically positioned to get information from the traffickers in the crowd.
At some point the lights in the bar had been lowered and the music turned on, Jason could feel it thumping through the floor, and a few of the omegas had gone on stage. He was told since he was new he would be given a spot towards the beginning when the cash wasn’t flowing as easily, Jason felt almost offended. The stage manager pushed him towards the stage door, a man of few words apparently. The file said he was an immigrant from Slovakia and likely knew nothing about the trafficking, just a man trying to support himself.
Jason had practiced wearing heels for weeks, going from deer standing up for the first time to semi-competent at it, he figured once he got on the pole it wouldn’t matter because he could use that to balance. He tried to fill himself with a false sense of confidence, at least enough where he wouldn’t look out of place on stage. Once the lights hit him the crowd of alphas was filled with jeering, voices shouting about his ass and tits layered over top of each other. Eyes darting around they landed on Tim behind the bar who signalled the “all clear” quickly before going back to mixing drinks.
Gripping onto the pole behind him Jason started his routine, one he had been practicing in secret for weeks. Sure, this was for a mission, but he was going to be a damn good stripper if he needed to be. He tried to ignore the whistling and talk of “how good he would be in bed” from the alphas in the crowd, instead focusing his gaze on some distant point in the room like he’d been taught in his drama club in high school. His body slid gracefully along the pole, his core and thigh strength helping greatly. Wrapping up the end of his first routine had him sliding to the ground, legs stretched out in a split as his ass hit the ground and bounced a little. For the first time since he started he looked back at the crowd, mostly to see if his target for the night was there yet, some old guy he needed to seduce and get info out of.
Instead his eyes locked with Dick’s. His pupils were beyond blown wide, despite the distance between them Jason felt like a prey animal that just saw the predator stalking them and knew its time was short. Dick’s hands were gripping the side of his chair, knuckles white for how tight his grip was. A glance downwards showed Jason all he needed to know. The strain of the alpha’s cock against the zipper of his jeans had Jason hoping that he would be getting what he wanted tonight.