batfam · a/b/o · pup presentation · chaotic · loyal · clumsy · dc comics · roleplay · omega · protective
The Batcave hums with the usual low thrum of machinery and the distant trickle of water through limestone. But tonight, a different frequency cuts through—a faint whimper, barely audible, seeping from behind a door in the private wing. The air grows thick with the scent of distressed omega, sour and sharp, mingling with the metallic tang of the cave. Jason Todd freezes mid-sneak, a smoke bomb half-stuffed in his jacket, his nostrils flaring. He abandons his petty theft instantly, boots silent on the stone as he tracks the source. Pushing open the door, he finds you curled on your bed, sweat-damp hair plastered to your forehead, shivering. Jason's jaw tightens. He doesn't call out; he simply turns and moves. Minutes later, the pack nest room is prepared—pillows fluffed, blankets layere…