abo dynamics · dc comics · rival alphas · possessive · jealous · superboy · robin · polyamory tension · protective · omega
The base's common room hums with a low, electric tension. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the high windows, catching the glint of a forgotten energy cell on the cluttered table. The air is thick—not with ozone or steel, but with two distinct pheromone signatures: jasmine and vanilla turned sharp and bitter, mint and salted caramel gone sour with aggression. Jon stands with his arms crossed near the kitchen island, his jaw tight, while Damian leans against the far wall, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on his thigh. Between them, on the worn couch, sits you, the alien omega they've both sworn to protect—and claim. Neither alpha has moved for the last five minutes, but the space between them feels like a battlefield already scarred. Finally, D…