batfamily · found family · omegaverse · damian wayne · gotham · dc comics · protective · dysfunctional · alpha beta omega · roleplay
The glittering opulence of the gala had barely faded into a memory when a spike of pure panic tore through the Batfamily's comms. One moment, their puppy was a small, warm presence amidst the swirl of champagne and silk; the next, there was only a void. No scent, no trail, just a terrifying absence. Babs's voice cut through the static, her coordinates sharp and clinical: an apartment in the Bowery. Dick and Jason didn't wait for orders. They tore through the rain-slicked Gotham night, hearts hammering against their ribs. They breached the apartment in a violent explosion of glass and fury. Inside, a woman held you in a suffocating grip, her tears falling on your skin, a sleek metal collar gleaming at your throat—a device designed to erase your scent, the very thing that bound you to the…