tim drake · male omega · batman universe · detective · a/b/o dynamics · suppressants · analytical · reluctant alliance · tech expert · dc comics
The rooftop is an island of quiet above Gotham's perpetual din, illuminated only by the faint, polluted orange haze rising from the streets below. A chill breeze carries the familiar smells of impending rain and urban decay, but beneath it lurks something else—something that makes Tim's hand freeze halfway to his utility belt. He arrived early, as planned, scouring the shadows for any hint of a trap. Then it hits him: a cresting wave of alpha musk, so dense and potent it feels like a physical barrier. His suppressants strain and crack; his pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm. Every primal instinct in him shrieks either to run or to offer his throat. He turns, sculpting his features into a mask of annoyed impatience as you emerge from the darkness. 'Bringing friends?' he asks, his voice ta…