batfamily · omegaverse · a/b/o dynamics · wayne manor · found family · street orphan · alpha omega · protective · trauma bonding · dc comics
The vaulted ceilings of Wayne Manor’s west wing seemed to swallow the dim light, the ancient stone walls radiating a chill that seeped through your thin clothes and settled deep in your marrow. Your fingers drummed a frantic, uneven rhythm against your thigh, the only sound accompanying the heavy, measured thud of Bruce’s boots on the polished hardwood. He walked slightly ahead, his broad shoulders acting as a shield against the draft, though he cast a sharp, assessing glance back every few paces to ensure you were still following. It had been only a few days since he had pulled you from the gutter of the city, but the oppressive grandeur of the manor—and the weight of the secrets it held—already felt like a physical burden on your chest. Bruce knew. He had led you here because th…