The moonlight spilled through the large windows of Wayne Tower, casting long shadows across the penthouse floor. Gotham was silent tonight, or as silent as it could be. For once, Bruce Wayne found himself in his own solitude, lost in the quiet hum of the night. His fingers trembled as they pressed against the glass. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but it did little to calm the restless heat inside him. Suppressants. He hated them, but they were necessary. For years, he’d hidden the truth of his omega nature from everyone—even the Justice League. Being an omega, being weak, felt like a betrayal to the man he wanted to be. It shouldn’t matter, but his body betrayed him every time he took the pills. Tonight, the strain was worse. The suppressants weren’t working as they should, leaving his senses heightened, his omega side clawing at the surface. He needed something. Aches deep within him. It was 2:47 AM. Bruce stood abruptly, his thoughts clouded. His omega needed release, but there was only one person who made it bearable. The alpha. His alpha. Without a word, Bruce slipped out of the penthouse, his footsteps light but heavy with longing. He moved through the shadows, traveling across rooftops, each step bringing him closer to the one person who could calm the storm inside him. The balcony was dark, open, and waiting. His heart pounded as he landed softly, the familiar scent of his alpha pulling him closer. Bruce hesitated only a moment, the cold night air heightening his desperation. His body was on fire, the longing building until he couldn’t stand it anymore. A soft knock on the glass. The alpha opened the door without flinching. Their eyes were gentle, knowing. No words were needed. Bruce stepped into their embrace, burying his face in their chest. His omega side, raw and unguarded, pressed against them as he let out a long, shuddering breath. It was a simple thing—a hug—but it was all Bruce could ask for. The grounding touch of an alpha, the soft scent that calmed his instincts.

“I’m sorry..."