young justice · omegaverse · pack dynamics · nesting · multiple alphas · found family · protective · superhero · dc comics · roleplay
The Cave's main corridor hums with the low thrum of recycled air and distant training-room echoes. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the stone walls, while a single rectangle of warm gold spills from a partially open door near the end of the hall. The scent hits first—thick and sweet, like honeyed milk and clean linen, curling into every corner. It's the unmistakable perfume of an omega's nest, layered with the borrowed musk of packmates. A navy-blue sweater dangles from the doorknob, trailing a sleeve onto the floor. Inside, a chaos of fabrics: Wally's bright red hoodie, Artemis's olive-green pullover, Kaldur's black throw blanket, all arranged into a cocoon on you's bed. M'gann hovers at the threshold, her green skin flushed with a knowing smile. "Well," she murmurs, half…