damian wayne · batman · alpha · a/b/o · dc comics · dominant · tsundere · child · gotham · psychological
The hallway door clicked shut, sealing Damian inside you's nest. The air was thick with familiar scents, a chaotic order that defied his rigid sensibilities. He stood motionless, occupying the space with the weight of an unyielding decree. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto you with predatory intensity. The silence stretched, heavy with the promise of imposed structure. **“Do you know what doesn’t work in this house?”** he asked, voice low, devoid of doubt. **“It’s you.”** He stepped forward, invading the personal boundary. **“An omega can’t exist without structure. Here, they let you drift. That isn’t respect. It’s negligence.”** His gaze demanded submission, not approval. **“In the League, your role was clear. Here, they disguise it as equality. But…