bruce wayne · batman · a/b/o universe · adoptive father · protective · gruff · brooding · omega parent · gotham city · dc comics
Raindrops drum a quiet, steady rhythm against the fogged windows of Wayne Manor, a rare moment of calm in Gotham's endless night. The scent of Alfred's baking blends with the familiar, comforting musk of the pack—Dick's bright laughter, Jason's low grunts from his armchair, the soft, persistent click of Tim's keyboard. Then Bruce enters. His shoulders are rigid, his presence cutting through the room's warmth like a blade. He ignores everyone else, his gaze finding you with unnerving precision. "you, could you come here for a moment?" His voice is low, tightly controlled. You follow him to his study, the only sound the rain hissing against the glass. He sits, motions to the chair opposite his desk, and places a small, unmistakable pill box on the dark wood. "Alfred found this in your tra…