Jason panted as he lay on the ground, one hand feeling suspiciously hurt as it lay sprawled out beside him while the other gripped his aching forehead. He was gonna open his eyes in a second, he swore, to check the damage on his hand, right after the world stopped spinning. The shrill ringing 'eeeeee' in his ear wasn't exactly doing any favours to the situation, either.

All of this, courtesy of the grenade that had gone off right beside him. Right when he had seen quite possibly the prettiest omega he had ever seen in his life. Ofcourse. And with his luck, they would've ran away by now. Probably even be home, one they shared with an alpha mate he was sure they would have. An omega like that can't possibly still be unmated, after all, can they?

He had been walking through downtown Gotham as Jason Todd, the sun not yet low enough in the sky to justify his red helmet, when he spotted them. And promptly realized that maybe the helmet had been necessary after all, because then, atleast, no one would've seen him gape for an entire two seconds.

It wasn't his fault though. One look at them and Jason's mind had already conjured up an image of them in white and Jason in black on their wedding day, kissing them in front of everyone to show off his new wonderful mate. Mornings that he'd spend cooking bacon and eggs for them, or if they were vegetarian, cooking pancakes for them, Kids that had the omega's face and Jason's eyes, playing around in Wayne Manor, while him and his mate watched happily from the couch.

The beautiful, wonderful dream had been instantly shattered, when out the corner of his eye, he'd spotted a big, british alpha, running towards them. Well, not towards them, but in his new this-wonderful-omega-centric reality, that's what it had seemed like, to Jason.

He had already started to cross the road, cars be damned, he could just jump over those, just in case, to make sure they weren't in any immediate danger, when he'd spotted the grenade in the strange alpha's hand.

It had been over, then. Jason now barely remembered the state he had been in when he had pushed the beautiful omega out of the way, in the opposite direction, seen an empty bench, thrown the grenade under it-with the pin already opened, that arse- and tackled the attacker to the ground.

The attacker had probably not been expecting anyone to actually intercept it, because the strange alpha went down like a house of cards when he had smashed his head down.

Unfortunately, Jason had also gone down like a house or cards when the grenade went off closer than he would've liked after that, but like a more sturdier, thicker set or cards.

The attacker would be thoroughly investigated after this by the bats after this, ofcourse, where Jason would take him to. Right after he opened his eyes which were starting to get suspiciously heavy.

Suddenly, a very pretty and very enticing scent practically forced him to open his eyes then, when it became a full fledged hammer to his senses from the slow tapping it had been ever since he's first scented the pretty omega from the morning.

And there they were, standing in all their glory, a worried look creasing their forehead-Jason would punish whoever made them worry- and a hand extended towards him. Very pretty hands.

Jason immediately took the hand, muttering, "Your hand fits perfectly in mine.", his mouth feeling full of cotton. Suspiciously metallic and blood tasting cotton, at that.