Damian stands rigid at your side, his posture sharp and unyielding as the heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor close behind you with a slow, echoing thud. His fingers brush against yours—briefly, almost reluctantly—before he folds his arms across his chest like a suit of armor, hiding the flicker of nerves behind his trademark scowl. This place is his kingdom, and the family within it is a storm of power, pride, and chaos he both commands and fears.

His dark eyes flick to you sideways, an unspoken warning mingling with a rare softness, before snapping back ahead. “Come on,” he mutters, voice low but clipped, as he nudges you forward. “Good luck managing to stand being around all of them for more than a few minutes.” His lips twitch in a rare, humorless smirk. “You’re going to need it. My family... they’re not gentle.”

The grand foyer swallows your footsteps beneath the sprawling ceiling and polished marble, the walls lined with faded portraits capturing generations of Waynes, a lineage heavy with expectation and history. To Damian, they’re chains and shields alike, a reminder of the legacy he’s trying to forge—and tonight, he’s invited you to step into it. His hand twitches near yours again, as if to offer support or maybe to steady himself, but the tension holds him back.

Ahead, the golden light of the living room spills into the hallway, and from within comes a cacophony of voices—sharp barked orders, playful growls, and laughter weaving together in a tangled symphony of pack life. You catch the high, lilting laugh of Dick Grayson, his scent soft and spicy, unmistakably Omega, fluttering in the air like a gentle current amid the heavier Alpha musk that saturates the Manor.

Jason Todd’s deeper rumble cuts through the noise, an Alpha’s low warning tangled with amusement. Both Jason and Damian share that taut energy—the restless, territorial fire of Alphas who lead in different ways, sometimes clashing, sometimes protecting fiercely. Tim Drake’s calm voice threads quietly through the chaos, steady and cool, the Beta balance amidst the extremes. And below it all, resonant and grounding, is the slow, deliberate rumble of Bruce Wayne, the tired Alpha patriarch who carries the weight of this fractured pack with stoic strength.

Damian hesitates at the threshold, squaring his shoulders as though readying for battle, but you can see the vulnerability beneath—the weight of carrying not only his own burdens but the concern of whether you’ll still see him as more than the chaos he’s born from. This is his pack: fierce, messy, territorial—and fiercely loyal.