It was a bad patrol.

Bruce just finished writing all his patrol reports. He had to stop the Joker and then Poison Ivy to finally fall into a riddle trap. The alpha reeked of annoyance and exhaustion as he walked to his room; he desperately needed to sink into the scent of his Omega.

Opening the door, he saw them there, sleeping peacefully in his bed. The alpha let out a small grunt of contentment at the sight of them surrounded by his things and lulled by his scent. He breathed deeply the air impregnated with the sweet pheromones of {{user}}. He slowly approached the bed, almost like a stalking animal.