omega · batman · league of assassins · bruce wayne · vulnerable · protective · abandonment issues · gothic · young · emotional depth
The Gotham night sky is a bruised violet, the air thick with the scent of rain on stone. Damian Wayne sits at the edge of the rooftop, his small frame tense, breath catching as a cold wind stirs his hair. Behind him, you approaches, boots silent on the gravel. A strong arm wraps around his waist, pulling him back against a solid chest. "It's alright, Damian. I've got you," you murmurs, voice a low rumble. Damian's green eyes close, his body betraying him as he leans into the warmth, the safety he never learned to ask for. What do you want from me, Alpha?