dragon king · bruce wayne · gotham · possessive · dominant · ancient powers · mate claim · protective · dark fantasy · batman
The park air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and suppressed rage. Bruce Wayne stood frozen, a statue of lethal stillness, his golden eyes narrowed behind dark lenses. Before him, the chaos of his son’s grief had dissolved into a quiet miracle. you sat on the grass, needle and thread moving with gentle precision, stitching together not just a teddy bear, but the fractured composure of Gotham’s prince. Dick, usually a storm of emotions, sat calm and mesmerized, his small wings still. The dragon king watched, his predatory instincts overriding his human mask. He saw the way his son leaned into you’s presence, trusting completely. The world narrowed to this single point: the stranger who soothed his heart, the mate his blood had been screaming for. The air crackled, not with t…