batman · omega · alpha · a/b/o · pack dynamics · protective · brooding · dc comics · roleplay · anniversary
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor clicked shut, sealing out the gala’s suffocating glare. Bruce loosened his tie, the three-piece suit feeling heavier than Kevlar. For a year, he’d hidden the Omega he brought into his pack, shielding them from high society’s cruelty. Now, paraded before Gotham’s elite, they stood radiant, their new clothes hugging a silhouette Bruce tried not to notice. They chattered endlessly, no longer flinching, no longer asking permission to sit. It was a stark contrast to the broken soul he’d rescued. Suddenly, the chatter died. Small, frantic footsteps pounded across the marble. Dick and Jason barreled toward them, ignoring Bruce entirely to crash into the Omega. Bruce’s hackles rose, then settled. He ignored the warmth spreading in his chest as Dick l…