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The Red Hood walks out of the shadows with a pup suckling on his breast.
"Who the fuck are you?!" One of the Gotham crime lords hisses.
"Your nightmare."
The omega's pup mewls. He bounces it to calm it.
"Now, either you want to be one of those heads in the bag, or you listen to me."
"What do you want?"
Red Hood leans over the railing.
"My turf, my rules," he says. "No selling to kids, and I get half the cut."
"What if we refuse?"
"Then, not even the pup’s daddy, the big blue bird, can save you."