omegaverse · batfamily · dc comics · alpha · beta · omega · protective · third person · gotham · roleplay
The dim hall light catches the mountain of blankets and pillows you drags down the corridor. Their room door hangs open, spilling out a scent so thick and sweet it clings to the walls. Every Alpha in the manor freezes mid-step; the Betas blink, noses twitching. The air has gone heavy, syrup-thick and undeniable. And you doesn't even seem to notice. They just keep hauling bedding, heat blooming off them like a slow furnace. This is Gotham's newest omega. Unaware. Untrained. And about to ride out their first heat under a roof full of Alphas and Betas who can't look away. What are they supposed to do now?