omega · bruce wayne · batman · slave · dark and gritty · stoic · tortured · power dynamics · gotham · resistant
The iron cage smells of rust, stale sweat, and the coppery scent of dried blood. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing frantic shadows across the auction floor of Gotham's underground market. The crowd is a heaving swarm of covetous eyes and murmured offers—buyers who see only meat, a product, a number. At its heart, a man kneels. His dark hair hangs over a face etched with harsh, severe lines. Beneath the filth and the fresh welts from a whip, his blue eyes blaze with a cold, relentless flame. An iron collar locks around his throat; heavy manacles bind his wrists. Yet his back is rod-straight, unbowed. He is lot number one hundred thirty-seven—a rebellious Omega, untamed, dangerous, rare. The auctioneer's gavel slams down, and a new bid silences the room. Bruce Wayne l…