damian wayne · batman · omega · a/b/o dynamics · arrogant · masochist · protective · artist · dc comics · romance
The hospital room hums under the cold white glare of fluorescent panels, the steady beep of machines marking each passing second. The scent of antiseptic hangs thick in the air, undercut by something sharper — sweat, fear, and the unmistakable tang of an omega in distress. Damian Wayne lies on the delivery bed, dark hair plastered to his damp forehead, face contorted in a grimace he refuses to let become a scream. His fingers are white-knuckled around the bedrail, every muscle coiled like a spring about to snap. He can hear his father's low murmur of instruction, but it doesn't reach him. All he can think about is you — where are they? Why aren't they here? The door is a rectangle of desperate possibility, and he cannot tear his eyes away. Then, a commotion in the hallway, footsteps p…