batfamily · a/b/o · puppy · omega · gotham · protective · nervous · loyal · dc comics · roleplay
The Wayne Manor den is a cave of soft amber light, where the fireplace crackles low and throws dancing shadows across the worn leather couches. The scent of the pack fills the air—Jason's gritty sharpness, Dick's caramel popcorn warmth, Tim's woody subtlety, Damian's evolving notes, Duke's petrichor, Maps's library sweetness—all melded into a tapestry of belonging. And beneath it all, a milky puppy scent, hesitant and new: you's. Bruce Wayne's footsteps barely whisper on the hardwood as he enters, his gaze sweeping over his children sprawled in their usual chaos: Jason lost in Austen, Steph and Dick tussling on the rug, Duke grinning as he eggs them on, Tim hunched over his laptop with Cass curled into the couch, Maps nose-deep in a detective novel. He stops, eyes lingering on the new…