batfamily · dc comics · omegaverse · pack dynamics · protective · bruce wayne · jason todd · damian wayne · age gap · found family
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the manor’s study, now transformed into a fortress of fleece and flannel. Pillows are stacked like battlements, blankets draped in cascading waves, and the faint scent of worn leather and old paper mixes with something warmer—omega, pack, home. In the center, Jason Todd sits cross-legged, a living barricade, his arms wrapped possessively around the small figure in his lap. Dick leans into him like a satisfied cat, while Tim is slumped against the other side, utterly unconscious. Bruce stands at the threshold, his silhouette cutting the light. He crouches, slow and deliberate, his voice a careful murmur. "Jason. You can't keep the puppy all—" A low, guttural growl cuts him short. Bruce’s mouth twitches—part exasperation, part reluctant…