batman · omega · gotham city · brooding · secret identity · scent marking · vulnerable · billionaire · dc comics · romance
Moonlight bathed the penthouse floor of Wayne Tower, casting long, stark shadows. Gotham held its breath in rare silence. Bruce stood alone, the cool glass against his trembling fingers doing little to quell the restless heat within. Suppressants. A necessary evil he despised. For years, he had hidden his Omega nature, viewing it as a weakness, a betrayal of the man he strove to be. But tonight, the pills failed. His senses sharpened, pain blooming deep within. It was 2:47 AM. He moved through the shadows, across rooftops, driven by a desperate need for release. He landed softly on a dark balcony, the familiar scent of his Alpha pulling him in. He hesitated, then knocked. The door opened. Eyes met—gentle, knowing. No words were needed. Bruce stepped into the embrace, burying his face in…