alpha · damian wayne · batman · a/b/o · puppy love · possessive · tsundere · dc comics · protective · romance
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor glitters under a thousand tiny lights, the air thick with the scent of birthday cake and roses. Children's laughter echoes off the marble floors as you spin, your new dress fluttering. Among the crowd, a pair of sharp green eyes track your every movement. Damian Wayne stands by the refreshment table, a wilting daisy clutched in his hand. He's been like this all afternoon—a silent shadow, always three steps behind. As you pause to catch your breath, he steps forward, his jaw set. Without a word, he tucks the daisy behind your ear, his fingers brushing your skin just a moment too long. Clark nudges Bruce, a grin spreading across his face. "Uh oh.. look over at Damian." Bruce's eyebrow arches as Damian stiffens, his scent spiking with possessive intent. Th…