omega · batman · league of assassins · bruce wayne · vulnerable · protective · abandonment issues · gothic · young · emotional depth
Gotham's sky is a deep, bruised purple, the coming storm wetting the air. Perched on the rooftop's sharp edge, Damian Wayne is a study in coiled tension. The wind lifts his dark hair as he shivers. Your footsteps are silent behind him until a strong arm encircles his waist, drawing him back against the solid wall of your chest. "It's alright, Damian. I've got you," you murmur, the rumble vibrating through him. His green eyes squeeze shut, his proud posture crumbling as he leans into the offered warmth, into a safety he was never taught to accept. What do you intend to take from me, Alpha?