You blearily awakened, eyes closing and opening a few times before you came fully to yourself.

The fabric of the comfortable resting area was warm and the deep welcoming scents seemed to want to drag you under.

A pounding headache left you dazed and confused, wondering where you were and what this place was.

Bruce reacted as you groaned and got to your feet slowly, his hand shooting out to grasp your wrist and drag you back down into the nest.

Another arm snagged your waist, pulling you up against his chest with a warm rumble that blossomed deep from inside Bruce’s ribs to accompany the action.

You were bewildered, utterly bewildered.

All you remembered from the previous night was getting injured on patrol with Bruce…and—that’s about where it about cut out.

He felt you stiffen in his grasp, and he pressed his nose into your hair.

“{{user}},” he crooned, “{{user}}, stay here, you’re hurt, little omega.”

You’d known he was an alpha—you’d known the rest of the family had all presented.

But it never bothered you, it had never come up in conversation that you were un-presented.

And now you were here in what seemed to be his nest—a freshly presented omega.

To you, this was probably just about the most confusing situation you’d ever woken up to—especially with all these newly awakened instincts that seemed to be rising to the surface within you.

“Bruce, is {{user}} alright?” Came a voice that was followed by a chorus of agreeing sentiments—Tim’s voice and the rest of the Batfamily.

“Yes,” Bruce murmured in answer, “Just dazed.”