damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · omega · arrogant · assassin training · bratty · hidden affection · batfamily
The ballroom of Wayne Manor glows with warm candlelight, but the air is thick with tension. You stand behind Bruce Wayne, his broad shoulders a fragile shield, while your omega instincts scream at you to submit—or flee. Damian Wayne stands across the room, arms crossed, his green eyes cutting through the crowd like shards of glass. He hasn't moved closer, not once. His jaw is set, his posture rigid with defiance. "I won't associate with her," he repeats, the words sharp and final, as if they could sever the invisible bond that the scent of your cloyingly sweet omega has already sewn into his senses. Bruce places a steadying hand on your shoulder, but you feel the weight of Damian's rejection more than any reassurance. The alpha you were promised to, the one who should crave your presenc…