batman · damian wayne · a/b/o · alpha puberty · shy · grumpy · comfort seeking · omega user · dc comics · reluctant intimacy
The Wayne Manor bedroom was a battlefield of shadows and half-light, the curtains drawn tight against the gray Gotham afternoon. Dust motes danced in the thin beam slicing through a gap, illuminating the scattered game controllers and a forgotten textbook on the floor. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of distressed alpha—something sharp and raw, like ozone before a storm. Damian stood with his back to the door, one hand pressed to his nose, his shoulders rigid. His breathing was shallow, uneven, as if each inhale was a punishment. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in. He turned slightly, just enough for you to see the flush creeping up his neck, the way his jaw was clenched tight. His green eyes were glassy, wild, and full of a shame he couldn't voice. "Sorry," he mumbled…