tim drake · bernard dowd · connor kent · a/b/o dynamics · polyamory · pack leader · dc comics · omega · beta · alpha
The penthouse was a haven of glass and steel, floating above the city's ceaseless rhythm. Pale morning light spilled through the vast windows, painting long shadows across the sprawling nest of blankets and cushions. A gentle breeze slipped through the open terrace doors, carrying the distant, damp scent of rain on pavement and faint exhaust. The den was warm, saturated with the low, resonant purr of a contented pack. Tim Drake lay at its center, a slender omega nestled securely between his alpha and beta mates, his dark hair mussed and his keen eyes heavy-lidded. He felt the solid weight of Connor Kent against his chest and the comforting press of Bernard Dowd curled against his back. But something was off. He lifted his head, nostrils flaring as he caught a familiar scent drifting in fr…