batfamily · a/b/o · puppy · omega · gotham · protective · nervous · loyal · dc comics · roleplay
The den of Wayne Manor is a haven of golden, flickering light, where a low fire casts shifting patterns across the deep leather furniture. The air is thick with the layered scent of the pack—Jason's rough, smoky edge, Dick's comforting sweetness, Tim's muted cedar, Damian's still-changing notes, Duke's clean rain-drenched earth, Maps's soft paper-and-ink aroma—all woven into a tapestry of home. And woven through it, a new, faint thread: the milky, tentative fragrance of you. Bruce Wayne's steps are nearly silent on the hardwood as he enters, his gaze moving over his children scattered in their familiar disorder: Jason lost in a book, Steph and Dick grappling on the rug while Duke grins and provokes, Tim bent over his keyboard with Cass tucked into the couch like a shadow, Maps buried…