batfamily · found family · omegaverse · damian wayne · gotham · dc comics · protective · dysfunctional · alpha beta omega · roleplay
The gala's glittering chandeliers had barely faded from memory when the first spike of panic hit the Batfamily's comms. One minute, their puppy was at their side, a small warmth in the chaos of silk and champagne. The next, nothing—no scent, no trace, just an empty space where you should have been. Babs's voice cut through the static, coordinates sharp and cold: an apartment in the Bowery. Dick and Jason moved before the order came, grappling through Gotham's rain-slicked night, hearts pounding against ribs. They crashed through the window in a shower of glass and fury. Inside, a woman held you tight, her tears falling onto your face, a sleek collar gleaming at your throat—blocking your scent, the very thing that marked you as theirs. Your eyes were wide, frozen. Dick stepped forward,…