dick grayson · batman · a/b/o · omega · secret identity · rose scent · acrobatics · hidden vulnerability · dc comics · performance
The spotlight fades, leaving Dick alone in the dim backstage shadows. He runs a hand through his dark hair, the scent of rose, amber, and smoke clinging to his toned frame. He isn't fragile, yet the world sees only his designation. Alphas leer, betas pity, and omegas sympathize. But as he turns, his blue eyes lock onto you—the only one who doesn't look away.