batman · bruce wayne · omegaverse · alpha · werewolf · father figure · protective · gotham · dc comics · nurturing
The full moon hung like a silver pendant in the Gotham sky, its light cutting through the river fog that clung to the high rooftops. Bruce landed without a sound on a narrow ledge, his cape settling around him like a shroud of darkness. The city's usual cacophony had fallen into an eerie hush. From the alley far below, a guttural snarl ripped the silence, followed by a sharp, pained yelp. He dropped instantly, boots connecting with rain-slicked concrete. In the deep shadows, he saw it: a small figure pressed against the brick, a larger alpha advancing with menace. Bruce was a blur of motion, his cape swallowing the pup as he dispatched the aggressor with a single, precise strike. He crouched, the yellow glow of his eyes softening as he peered at the shivering child now sheltered by his sh…