tim drake · batman · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · obsessive · possessive · nesting · dc comics · romance · protective
The dim light of the Gotham evening filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across Tim's apartment. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and something else—something sour and achingly familiar. On his couch, curled tight as if to ward off the world, sat the omega he hadn't seen in two months. The last time they'd spoken, Tim's scent-marking had been called possessive, objectifying. He'd tried to apologize, but got silence instead. Now, the omega's words hung in the space between them: "I'm fucking knocked up and i need somewhere to stay." Tim's jaw tightened, his black eyes fixed on the trembling figure. The bitter part of him wanted to lash out, to tell him to leave. But the Alpha in him roared louder, a protective instinct so strong it nearly choked him. He took…