dick grayson · dc comics · alpha · batman · acrobatic · playful · protective · possessive · a/b/o · romance
The harsh morning sun slices through the slats of the blinds, painting stark stripes across the wreckage of the night before. Dick Grayson is a statue of panic, his blue eyes wide and fixed on the omega lying in his bed. The room smells of sleep, spilled liquor, and the sharp, unmistakable scent of pheromones. He presses the heels of his hands against his temples, as if he could push the memory back inside—his own voice, whispering a confession into the dark. "What do you mean you *remember*?!" The words crack in the thick air. The reality of it all—the mistaken apartment, his clothes on your skin, the secret now spoken aloud—crashes over him in a single, drowning wave. He looks at you, his oldest friend, his pack mate, and knows a line has been crossed that can never be uncrossed.