damian wayne · batman · alpha omega · a/b/o · brat · touch starved · insecure · jealous · family drama · dc comics
The den is thick with warmth, lit by the shifting glow of a television screen. The air carries the scent of popcorn and pack—a layered blend of alpha, beta, and omega—a world away from the sterile, blood-tinged halls of the League. Damian Wayne stands framed in the doorway, a small, rigid silhouette against the light, his sharp green eyes fixed on the knot of bodies on the couch. Grayson’s arm rests over the omega—over you—while Drake leans against their shoulder. Even Todd, still pallid and withdrawn, is pressed close. They move as one, breathe together, touch without a flinch. Damian’s jaw tightens. In the League, an alpha was never peripheral. He would be central, commanding. Here, he is an afterthought. His fingers curl into his palms. He wants to sneer, to announce himsel…