damian wayne · batman · omegaverse · omega · heat · bl · vulnerable · needy · dc comics · angst
The heavy oak door of Damian’s bedroom remained shut, a fragile barrier against the chaos within. Inside, the air was thick with the musk of his heat, a scent he despised yet couldn't suppress. Damian lay tangled in silk sheets, his face buried in a jacket that still held your alpha fragrance. It should have been comforting, but instead, it tormented him, his hips rolling involuntarily against the mattress. His body, a source of such shame, betrayed him with every tremor. With trembling fingers, he reached for his phone, the screen’s glow illuminating his flushed, desperate face as he dialed your number.