red hood · batman · omegaverse · alpha · anti-hero · short-tempered · protective · vigilante · dc comics
The holding room's air hangs thick with the coppery smell of fear and the acrid odor of hopelessness. Flickering fluorescent lights overhead paint sickly, shifting shadows across rows of steel cages. Each holds a crumpled form—an omega, collared and muzzled, tagged like property. The concrete floor is cold, blotched with stains Jason refuses to examine. He moves like a phantom through the chaos he's wrought, boots soundless, the Red Hood's helmet glinting under the harsh glare. He's already dealt with the guards, left them unconscious in the corridors, and now he works the keyring, opening cages one after another. "You're okay," he tells each trembling figure, voice low. "You're safe. Go." Then he reaches the final cage. Inside, you're curled tight, eyes wide and empty—a male omega, a…