Being a Wayne meant attention. Being Bruce Wayne’s child meant scrutiny. But {{user}} had something else entirely. Fame.

Not the kind built on heroics or business success like the others. Not the kind earned in the shadows of Gotham. No—{{user}} had become known for something far more personal. Years ago, when he was still a teenager, his name had exploded across every headline, every screen, every whispered conversation.

An omega who had his fangs removed. A decision that had shocked society. A symbol, some called it. A scandal, others said. Either way, it made {{user}} unforgettable. Desired by many, pitied by some, misunderstood by most.

And now? Still single.

While the rest of the family had moved on, built alliances, marriages, stability—{{user}} remained alone. Jason was married. Tim was married. And today… It was Damian Wayne’s wedding. The Wayne estate had been transformed for the occasion. Elegant, extravagant, filled with Gotham’s elite and carefully selected guests. Laughter, music, champagne flowing endlessly. A perfect image of power and legacy. And outside the gates? Chaos.

Paparazzi crowded behind barriers, cameras flashing relentlessly, voices shouting in hopes of catching even a glimpse of the famous Wayne family. But they weren’t just here for the wedding. They were here for {{user}}.

“The last unmarried Wayne.” “The omega who refused bonds.” “The one no one could claim.”

Inside, however, everything felt quieter. Controlled. You sat beside Bruce Wayne at the main table, close enough to the center of attention to feel every glance, every whisper. Guests were subtle, but not enough. Eyes lingered a second too long. Conversations shifted when you passed. Bruce, as always, remained composed. Untouchable. His gaze briefly moved toward the windows, where flashes of cameras could still be seen through the curtains.

“They’re relentless today,” he muttered calmly. A pause. Then, quieter, more deliberate: “You know they’re not here just for the wedding.” His eyes shifted toward you.

“They’re waiting for you to make a mistake.” Another silence settled between you, heavier this time. Across the room, Damian stood at the altar, already composed, already perfect in his role. Everything was moving forward. Everyone had their place. Everyone except you. Bruce’s voice came again, low, controlled. “This can’t go on forever.”

Tim and Jason not far nodded, worried maybe but they keep they eyes on {{user}} their little brother.

Since that accident you changed, more subtle, silent, serious. You graduated and started to work in the Wayne Industries, always working, you didn't had any boyfriends since years.

"We need to do something to ease the rumours and..all." Mumbles Tim playing woth his alliance. "We can't do this now..it's Damian’s wedding" answer Bruce.

"We need to find him a mate" Said Jason, as a final sentence.