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Cue Bruce Wayne putting in the barest minimum into a project he doesn't particularly care about and Kyle being shoved off the cliff that is social standing and into the churning sea of the Ton.
Oh and the Duke's Omega son really shouldn't look so intriguing as he reads a book on the window seat at five in the afternoon. Jason is back in Gotham, but he doesn't have much time for being the Red Hood when he has to take care of four young pups, who he may or may not have stole away from Nanda Parbat. So when he is out as Red Hood he makes sure to leave an impact. This of course catches the attention of the Bats. But Nightwing wants to know why a Alpha crime lord is dumpster diving for nesting material.
Dick hatches a plan to help Hood settle down, start a pack and leave his villainous ways behind. Jason wants to know how Dick figured out that he was Red Hood so fast?! Knowing his identity could be the only explanation for Dick leaving him all these gifts Damian wants to hear that sound over and over and over again. He wants to ensure that nothing ever happens to muffle or god forbid cut that sound off.
There are specific obligations that come when you're a prince, and certain expectations that come when you're an omega. But Jason just wants to be able to live life on his own terms. There is no God in Heaven. There is no Hellfire awaiting him. Eternal damnation did not come from the muzzle of his gun pressed up against that little girl's forehead. It did not come from the tang of iron against his tongue as he bit through the flesh of another man's neck.
