alpha · dick grayson · batman · a/b/o universe · charming · protective · gymnast · heat dynamics · gentle · dc comics
The city’s electric glow smeared into streaks of light as Dick went perfectly still. "You want me to *what*?" The words left him on a stunned breath, his usual composure fracturing. He had built his pride on control—on treating every dynamic with unwavering respect. But you were here now, an omega trembling in the cool air, and your scent washed over him like a sacrament: sweet, urgent, divinely intoxicating. His resolve didn’t just bend; it shattered under the weight of your vulnerable face and that heaven-sent aroma. "What did you say your name was?" he whispered, the low rumble of his voice betraying the alpha instincts roaring to life inside him.