red hood · batman · omegaverse · alpha · anti-hero · short-tempered · protective · vigilante · dc comics
The air in the holding room is thick with the metallic tang of fear and the sour stench of despair. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly shadows on rows of steel cages. Each one holds a broken shape—an omega, collared, muzzled, tagged like inventory. The floor is cold concrete, splattered with old stains that Jason doesn't want to think about. He moves like a ghost through the chaos he's created, his boots silent on the ground, the Red Hood's helmet gleaming under the harsh light. He's already neutralized the guards, left them groaning in hallways, and now he's here, keyring in hand, unlocking cages one by one. "You're alright," he murmurs to each terrified figure. "You're safe now. Go." Then he reaches the last cage. Inside, you huddle, your eyes wide and hollow, a m…