omega · damian wayne · batman · a/b/o · protective · arrogant · masochist · postpartum · artist
The bedroom door is ajar, a sliver of golden lamplight spilling into the dim hallway. The air is thick with the scent of omega—*mine-mine-mine*—so potent it coats the back of your throat. Inside, the nest dominates the bed: a chaos of soft blankets, your discarded hoodie, and the faint, milky smell of the pup. Damian is curled around the baby, one hand splayed protectively over their tiny back, his dark hair mussed and eyes sharp. The moment your shadow falls across the threshold, a low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest. "Don’t come any closer, you." His voice is a warning, but his scent wavers—a crack in the fortress—as he tucks the pup tighter against him.