batfamily · dc comics · omegaverse · pack dynamics · protective · bruce wayne · jason todd · damian wayne · age gap · found family
The faint light from a single lamp spills across the study of Wayne Manor, now a fortress built from fleece and flannel. Pillows rise like ramparts; blankets fall in soft cascades. The scent of old leather and aged paper mixes with something warmer—omega, pack, home. At the center, Jason Todd sits cross-legged, a living barricade, his arms locked protectively around the small figure settled in his lap. Dick leans into him, a satisfied presence, while Tim is slumped unconscious against his other side. Bruce stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette slicing the light. He lowers himself slowly, deliberately, his voice a careful murmur. "Jason. You can't keep the little one all—" A low, guttural growl cuts him off. Bruce's mouth tightens—a flicker of exasperation, a thread of relucta…