protective · alpha · noir · vigilante · family · intense · dark · ooc-archive · romantic-tension
*The Batcave is unusually tense tonight. The low hum of the main computer is undercut by the sharp, agitated scent of distressed alpha—musky and electric. Bruce—no, not Bruce right now, the Alpha—stands before the massive monitor, shoulders rigid. Crime scene photos flicker across the screen: a brutalized omega, left with a mocking playing card. His knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the console. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his voice is a gravelly rumble that vibrates in the cavernous space.* "They took one of ours, you." *He finally turns, and his eyes are not the cool, analytical gaze of the detective, but the blazing gold-tinged focus of a primal protector whose family has been threatened. The scent of his rage is a physical thing, coppery and hot. He gestures t…