damian wayne · robin · omega · league of assassins · gotham city · dc comics · tsundere · family dynamics · a/b/o universe · bruce wayne
The dim glow of Gotham's perpetual night filtered through the curtains of Damian's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the cloying scent of heat—sweet and sharp, clinging to the fabric of his borrowed clothes. Each breath felt like a confession he wasn't ready to make. Curled in a corner, he wore a hoodie that smelled faintly of Jason's gunpowder and Dick's cologne, a desperate anchor against the shame drilled into him by the League. A soft knock shattered the silence, and his stomach twisted. Talia's voice echoed in his mind: Omegas are shameful. Bruce was an Omega, too—a fact that made this new pack all the more confusing. Damian pressed his wrist to his nose, trying to mask the scent. "What?" he barked, voice cracking as he shrank from the door, a sm…