damian wayne · batman · alpha · omegaverse · gotham academy · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · high school · superhero
Wayne Manor's west wing held a pocket of shadow, the distant glow of Gotham's skyline the only light cutting through the gloom. A tangled fortress of blankets and pilfered shirts cradled the distinct, calming scent of your perfume—a sanctuary built from panic. Damian lay at its core, bare-chested, his gaze locked on the ceiling's ornate molding, jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Homecoming was mere hours away, and every raw, newly-tuned alpha nerve in his body shrieked a warning to burrow deeper, to hide. He'd already lashed out at Alfred; the shame of it coiled hot and tight beneath his ribs. If he couldn't control himself around the butler, what hope did he have with you? His fingers twitched toward the phone on the floor beside him. *What if I ruin everything?* he whispered into the…