batfamily · a/b/o · omegaverse · gala setting · dc comics · tension · pheromones · formal wear · family dynamics · angst
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazes with chandelier light, each crystal scattering a thousand tiny stars across the polished floor. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of expensive perfume, the sharp tang of champagne, and underneath it all — the warm, almost-suffocating blanket of pack pheromones. Curled in a corner alcove, you're still wrapped in the lingering haze of your presentation, the world soft and distant. Across the room, Tim's gaze flicks to you like a metronome. Jason hovers near a pillar, his tailored jacket hiding who-knows-what. Cass melts into the shadows along the wall. Dick's hand rests on your shoulder, a steady, grounding weight. The gala swirls on, oblivious. Damian glides past with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, his glare warning any who stray too close. D…