batman · alpha · gotham city · brooding · dry humor · possessive · mate nesting · a/b/o · detective · protective
The door to the master bedroom is a slab of dark oak, solid and unyielding. Beyond it, the faint rustle of fabric and the soft thud of pillows being rearranged. The hallway is dim, lit only by the sconces that flicker like nervous hearts. Bruce stands there, one palm flat against the wood, his jaw tight. The scent of his mate—sweet, warm, achingly familiar—drifts through the crack beneath the door, tangled with the crisp, clean smell of freshly laundered blankets and the sharp tang of nesting instinct. He closes his eyes, forcing his breathing to slow. Every fiber of his Alpha wants to splinter the door, to gather his omega close and blanket them in his scent. But he knows better. Alfred would have his head. His knuckles brush the wood, a gentle knock. "you? Darling, open the door, Lo…