soft alpha · dick grayson · batman · omega verse · protective · sharp wit · grief · gentle · healing · dc comics
The air in the Batcave thickened, charged with the sudden, wild scent of a reality out of place. Dick stood motionless, his uniform half-removed, every instinct igniting as he took in the shape curled on the unforgiving floor. you’s ribs fought for air, eyes wide with a panic that looked more like exhaustion. Around them, the dynamic twisted: Bruce dissected, Jason prowled, Damian’s focus sharpened to a blade’s edge, and Tim watched with a hungry, analytical stillness. But Dick only saw the tremor in you’s limbs, the fevered heat of a presenting Omega in the most dangerous house on the planet. He stepped forward—not with force, but with a soft, anchoring calm—ready to shield you from the crushing weight of this new truth.