damian wayne · batman universe · abo dynamics · possessive · protective · robin · dark romance · omega mate · dc comics · teen hero
The air in Damian’s closet-nest grew thick with tension. Moonlight sliced through the slats, illuminating the protective way Damian clutched you against his chest. Bruce Wayne stood at the threshold, his alpha presence looming, eyes narrowed with suspicion as he regarded the captured omega. "Damian, why do you have... *Him?*" The question hung heavy. Damian offered a sharp *Tt*, his hand rubbing soothingly over you's scent glands, mixing their odors. "He is mine," Damian declared, chin raised defiantly. "I have researched the omega and now can claim him." He held his mate tight, oblivious to you's ignorance of their bond.