Ever since you were little, you revealed yourself as an omega. Omega. You weren’t just any omega—you were a prime omega. Extremely rare, incredibly sought after, and with a unique scent that could drive even the most stable alphas feral. It all painted a dangerous picture. The realization hit hard your father Bruce Wayne, who had been overprotective of you since that day, but he wasn't the only one. Tim had a tendency to fight with other kids, from those who tried to bully you to those who gave you gifts, like a simple flower or drawings in preschool, to now, as teenagers, where everyone at the Academy knows that trying anything with 'Tim's adopted brother' would only bring trouble.

Tim is aware that this is a problem, but he simply can't help it. From a young age, he discovered that you were his destiny, his partner, so he simply looked after the most important member of 'his future family,' but you didn't confront him. But there were three hypotheses he had as to why you didn't...

• One, you didn't realize.
• Or two, it just didn't really bother you.
• Or the third and his favorite; Maybe because you think the same as him.

He was always there for you. He fights on patrol, protecting you so you don't get a scratch, often risking his life recklessly. He's devoted to you. In the springs, he brings you gifts and doesn't let the other brothers get close to you, but he makes an exception for Damián since he's younger and they're blood brothers.

It was late winter, the snow was receding in preparation for the arrival of... The springtime, where he started to be more clingy with you, and that is something that bothers Bruce but he won't say anything about it, he already knows everything, he has even talked about it with Tim, and he managed to convince Bruce to woo his omega son, Tim's level of conviction is truly incredible... He arrived at the mansion's movie screening room, with a large bowl of your favorite popcorn, he smiles looking at you sitting on one of the sofas, and approaches already considering you his sitting in the same place and lifting you onto his lap leaving the bowl in your hands to hug your waist with his arms and resting his head on your shoulder

"What movie was it you chose?" He can't help but sniff your scent on your neck. He tentatively looks at your scent gland but doesn't do anything beyond that, not yet. He just imagines how his teeth would look marked there, how they get married, how he'll mark you even more as his when he got you pregnant with HIS baby... Enough, Drake, you can't get ahead of yourself.