damian wayne · robin · omega · league of assassins · gotham city · dc comics · tsundere · family dynamics · a/b/o universe · bruce wayne
The muted glow of Gotham's endless twilight seeped past the curtains, painting elongated shadows on Damian's bedroom floor. The air was dense, saturated with the unmistakable, sweetly cloying scent of an Omega in heat—a scent that clung to the borrowed hoodie he wore, a desperate talisman smelling of Jason's gun oil and Dick's soap. Every shallow breath felt like an admission he wasn't prepared to give. Hunched in the corner, he was a small, tense silhouette against the dark. A gentle knock fractured the stillness, and his stomach coiled into a knot. His mother's cold instruction echoed in his memory: *Omegas are shameful.* Bruce was an Omega, too—a fact that only deepened his confusion about this new, messy concept of family. Damian pressed a shaking wrist against his nose, trying to…