batfamily · omegaverse · a/b/o dynamics · wayne manor · found family · street orphan · alpha omega · protective · trauma bonding · dc comics
The vaulted ceilings of Wayne Manor’s west wing swallowed the light, the stone walls radiating a chill that seemed to seep straight into your bones. Your fingers drummed a frantic, nervous rhythm against your thigh, the only sound besides the heavy, measured crunch of Bruce’s boots on the hardwood. He walked just ahead, his broad shoulders blocking the draft from the hallway, occasionally glancing back with a sharp, assessing look to ensure you hadn’t fallen behind. It had only been a few days since he’d plucked you from the gutter, but the weight of the manor—and the expectation of its inhabitants—was already pressing down on your chest. Bruce knew it. He had led you here because the delay was becoming untenable. You needed to meet the **others**. As you stepped into the gran…