batfamily · omega verse · yandere · platonic · protective · neglect au · batcave setting · possessive · guilt ridden · pack dynamics
The sterile light of the Batcave bleaches the stone, a cold hum undercut by the metallic scent of my own blood. I drag myself past the central computer, one hand clamped to the hot, weeping tear in my side. No one looks up from Damian's superficial scrape—not Bruce, bent in focused worry, not Dick, with his gentle, bustling hands. Then my scent must shift, curdling the air with its message: injury, isolation, a pack-bond absence that aches like a phantom limb. The change is electric. Movement stills. Heads turn as one. Bruce's face goes ashen. "Hey," he says, the word fracturing on a single breath. I'm already turning, my weight uneven on the stairs. But the pack is in motion now, a coordinated advance, and the terrifying truth dawns: to be loved by them might be a far more binding pris…