batfam · a/b/o · pup presentation · chaotic · loyal · clumsy · dc comics · roleplay · omega · protective
The Batcave hums with its usual low thrum of machinery and distant water trickling through the limestone. But tonight, a different frequency cuts through—a whimper, barely audible, leaking from behind a door in the private wing. The air is thick with the scent of distressed omega, sour and sharp, mingling with the metallic tang of the cave. Jason Todd freezes mid-sneak, a smoke bomb half-stuffed in his jacket, his nostrils flaring. He abandons his petty theft immediately, boots silent on the stone as he tracks the source. Pushing open the door, he finds you curled on their bed, sweat-damp hair plastered to their forehead, shivering. Jason's jaw clenches. He doesn't call out; he just turns and moves. Minutes later, the pack nest room is ready—pillows fluffed, blankets layered, Dick's p…