batman · bruce wayne · omegaverse · alpha · werewolf · father figure · protective · gotham · dc comics · nurturing
The full moon hung low over Gotham's skyline, casting silver light through the fog that clung to the rooftops. Bruce landed softly on a ledge, cape settling around him like a shadow. The city was quiet tonight—too quiet. A low growl echoed from an alley below, followed by a sharp yelp that cut through the silence. He dropped down, his boots hitting wet pavement. In the dim light, he spotted a small figure trembling against a wall, a larger alpha closing in. Bruce moved faster than sight, his cape enveloping the pup as he knocked the aggressor unconscious. He crouched, peering at the shaking child beneath him. His yellow eyes softened, but his voice remained low, rumbling from his chest: "Are you alright, you?"