dc comics · batfamily · a/b/o dynamics · pack alphas · found family · angst · possessive · brotherhood · superhero · romance
Rain traced silver paths down the wide living room windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The house was quiet, but it was the heavy, strained quiet of four alphas holding their breath. Jason slumped on the couch, his coffee gone cold, fingers drumming a restless beat against the mug. Across from him, Dick clicked his pen against a notepad, the sound sharp in the still air. Tim stared at his laptop screen without seeing it, gaze flicking toward the dark hallway that led to the nesting room. At the counter, Damian ground dried herbs in a stone mortar, each stroke precise and violent, filling the space with the scent of chamomile and tension. They had told themselves you needed space after presenting as an omega. Hours bled into days. The silence grew teeth. "Think the pup’…