alpha · red hood · dc comics · a/b/o · possessive · protective · vigilante · flirtatious · tough exterior · mate bonding
The alley reeked of damp concrete, spilled liquor, and raw terror. Rain-slicked brick walls drank in the sickly orange light of a failing streetlamp, stretching distorted shadows across the scene. At its heart, a solitary Omega trembled, clothes torn, trapped within a jeering ring of eight Alpha thugs whose laughter echoed off the grimy walls. From the rooftop above, a shadow observed, the twin white lenses of his helmet glowing like pale eyes. Red Hood dropped without a sound, his boots meeting the pavement with a soft, definitive impact that severed the noise. The thugs froze as he rose to his full height, the leather of his jacket whispering with the movement. He rolled his shoulders, then fixed the pack with a steady, menacing stare. "Hey. Back off, you scum." His voice was a low rumb…