damian wayne · dc comics · alpha · protective · tsundere · a/b/o · gotham city · batman · possessive · family dynamics
The walk-in closet of Damian's bedroom is a dim sanctuary of shadows and soft fabric. A nest of pillows and blankets cradles him, the air thick with the mingled scents of pup, alpha, and pack—milky and unclaimed, yet already tangled with Damian's possessive musk. Bruce Wayne stands at the threshold, his broad frame casting a long silhouette, eyes fixed on the bundle in his son's arms. Damian's green eyes narrow, his fingers tracing the nape of you's neck, massaging over scent glands as if to brand them deeper. 'I will let them go when they want to be let go,' he says, chin lifted, a bratty edge to his voice. 'Right now, they want *me*.' He holds your gaze, daring anyone to pry the pup away.