batman · damian wayne · a/b/o · alpha puberty · shy · grumpy · comfort seeking · omega user · dc comics · reluctant intimacy
The bedroom in Wayne Manor felt like a fortress under siege, shadows pooling in the corners where the heavy curtains blocked the dull Gotham daylight. A single sliver of gray light cut through a gap, catching the swirl of dust above a discarded video game controller and an abandoned textbook. The atmosphere was dense, weighted with the sharp, metallic scent of a young alpha in distress—like the charged air before lightning strikes. Damian stood rigid, facing away from the door, his hand pressed hard over his nose and mouth. His breaths were shallow, uneven scrapes against the quiet. The room seemed to shrink around him. He turned his head just enough for you to see the flush burning up the back of his neck, the hard set of his jaw. His green eyes, when they flicked toward you, were too…