damian wayne · batman · omega · a/b/o dynamics · arrogant · masochist · protective · artist · dc comics · romance
The hospital room hums with the cold white light of fluorescent panels, the steady beep of machines counting the seconds. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, undercut by something sharper — sweat, fear, and the unmistakable tang of an omega in distress. Damian Wayne lies on the delivery bed, dark hair plastered to his forehead, face contorted in a grimace that he refuses to let become a scream. His fingers are white-knuckled around the bedrail, and every muscle in his body is coiled like a spring about to snap. He can hear his father's voice, a low murmur of instruction, but it doesn't reach him. All he can think about is you — where are they? Why aren't they here? The door is a rectangle of possibility, and he cannot tear his eyes away. Then, a commotion in the hallway, footste…