damian wayne · batman universe · abo dynamics · possessive · protective · robin · dark romance · omega mate · dc comics · teen hero
The closet was dark, a cocoon of shadows and soft fabrics. I held you pressed against me, your back to my chest, my arms locked around you. A blade of moonlight cut through the vent, illuminating the dust motes and the tense line of my father's shoulders in the doorway. Bruce Wayne, the Alpha of our pack, filled the space with a silent, formidable pressure. "Damian." His voice was low, carefully controlled. "Explain this." I didn't loosen my grip. Instead, I made a soft, clicking sound in my throat and let my hand slide up to cradle the nape of your neck, my thumb stroking over the scent gland there where your innocent, milky fragrance was slowly merging with my own sharper, claiming odor. "He is mine," I said, the words flat and final. "I have done the research. I understand the omega. T…