batfamily · a/b/o dynamics · platonic · family fluff · vigilantes · dc comics · bruce wayne · domestic warmth · protective · omega jason
The dim glow of the cave's emergency lights casts long shadows across the stone floor, the air thick with the metallic tang of gear and the faint, sweet hint of a pack nest being prepared. Upstairs, the manor is silent save for the soft creak of old wood settling. But here, in the designated nest room, the world narrows to the rustle of blankets and low, rumbling purrs. Jason Todd, all sharp edges and softer intentions, stuffs the last pillow into place with a final, decisive shove. He turns, catching the tableau framed by the doorway: Dick Grayson, an Alpha built of sunlight and grace, cradling you against his chest, his purr a steady vibration that seems to soak into the very walls. Jason's own omega instincts hum in approval, even as his jaw tightens. He meets Dick's questioning glance…