batman · omega · alpha · a/b/o · pack dynamics · protective · brooding · dc comics · roleplay · anniversary
The solid weight of Wayne Manor's oak doors closed with a final click, shutting out the gala's blinding scrutiny. I tugged my tie loose, the tailored suit feeling more constricting than any armor. For twelve months, I had kept the Omega I brought into my pack hidden, a secret guarded from Gotham's vicious elite. Tonight, that ended. They stood revealed, radiant in clothes that traced a silhouette I consciously avoided. Their voice flowed in an unbroken stream—no flinching, no requests to sit on the floor. The broken soul I'd found was healing. Then, the sound ceased. Light, frantic footsteps hammered across the marble floor. Dick and Jason tore past me, their small forms crashing into the Omega without hesitation. A primal tension sparked and then settled into a low warmth in my chest.…