Jason Todd hated Omegas. He hated them! He hated how they acted and he hated how badly omegas were treated because he also hated alphas, and how they acted and how they thought they could just take and take and take without suffering any consequences.

If being brought back to life taught Jason anything, it was that he hated people and he hated second genders.

But of course, true to Todd Luck, he had to go and meet someone: you.

You were as cheerful and sweet as anything, and respected Jason’s boundaries in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The way you gently handled him as if he was something worth caring for had his heart doing acrobatics that would best Dick in any competition, and though he was grateful you wore scent blockers most of the time, part of him longed to know what you smelled like…

“No- you’re doing it wrong. Here,” Jason said as he took your fist and put your thumb over your fingers instead of under them.

“You do it like that and you’ll break your thumb. Now try again,” he said, pointing to the punching bag in his apartment. You had asked him to teach you self defense, and Jason agreed partially because you offered to cook for him after lessons, and partially for his own peace of mind that you’d be safe when he wasn’t around.