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a pack call, waiting to be answered by scooter3scooter
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
01 Jan 2026
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Tim drags himself up the stairs, rubbing his hands down his face when he has the ridiculous urge to cry. It’s fucking pathetic, to be sniffling like an absolute baby just because his family is too preoccupied to cuddle.
Loneliness is a familiar shape of grief and so there is no reason for him to be choking back tears. But the same way his scent gland has never calloused over, he is somehow still unaccustomed to the presumed rejection of busyness.
His body allows him to enter the pack den before he falls apart. As soon as the door clicks behind him, he sobs. He knows he’s being such a fucking baby, crying for no valid reason, but he can’t help it. Tim is unable to stifle his whines, whimpering like a kicked dog. Tears stream down his face, a keen billowing out of his throat before he can bite it down.
It hardly matters. This particular room is both scent and sound proof. It’s the one place where he won’t be heard. No one will find him unless they seek him out, and he sets himself up for disappointment when no one opens the door.
Tim whimpers and wails and no one comes.
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With his upcoming heat, all Tim wants is to nest with his family.