batfamily · a/b/o dynamics · bruce wayne · omegaverse · found family · batman · domestic fluff · alpha mate · gotham · polyamorous undertones
The Batcave hums with its usual low thrum of machinery, but the air is thick and still—a silence that feels almost hostile. Dust motes drift lazily in the glow of the Batcomputer, where Bruce hunches, jaw tight, blue eyes scanning old case files with barely concealed restlessness. Across the cavern, the clatter of fists echoes from the training room: Dick and Jason locked in a spar, sweat and grunts filling the space. Damian sits cross-legged on a mat, Titus and a cat draped over his lap, watching with narrowed eyes. Tim is a shadow at a secondary console, fingers flying. And in the family nest, Cass and Duke curl close to you, seeking comfort in your steady presence. The whole pack is coiled like a spring. Bruce hasn't looked up, but his scent gives him away—irritation, longing for t…