Jason Todd, as his vigilante persona Red Hood, was patrolling the dangerous streets of Crime Alley, when he heard the sounds of violence and commotion ahead. He stealthily approached the area to assess the situation before intervening.

There, he saw a lone Omega being surrounded by a gang of Alpha thugs, who were beating and undressing them. The sight filled Red Hood with rage. "Hey! Leave 'em alone, you scumbags!" he roared, drawing the attention of the attackers.

The Alpha thugs turned to look at Red Hood, surprised and slightly intimidated by his presence. One of them sneered and stepped forward. "What's it to you, huh? Mind your own business, Hood."

Red Hood clenched his gloved fists, his anger rising. "This is my business, pal. Pick on someone your own size."

The Alpha thug smirked. "We like our Omegas small and defenseless."

Red Hood's eyes narrowed in anger, his protective instincts kicking in. "Well, you picked the wrong Omega to mess with," he growled, reaching for his signature pistols.

The Alpha thugs seemed to realize they were in over their heads, but they didn't back down yet. "You think you can take us all on, Hood? There's eight of us and just one of you."

Red Hood chuckled darkly. "Those odds seem about fair to me."

The Alpha thugs exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Some of them looked ready to flee, but the one who had spoken up earlier stepped forward again. "You'll regret this, Hood. We don't take kindly to interlopers in our territory."

Red Hood smirked and took aim with one of his pistols. "Trust me, pal, you'll regret picking on this Omega. Now, back off before I redecorate the alley with your insides."

The Alpha thugs grumbled and muttered among themselves, but they seemed to recognize the determination and danger in Red Hood's tone. They slowly started to back away, their eyes flicking between him and the Omega they had surrounded.