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With a precise kick, the gun falls from the criminal's hand. Another kick sends him reeling.
The hood falls, and Dick stands over a thug-looking alpha with a tattoo over his face.
"What do you know about Red Hood?"
"Nothing."
Dick jabs his escrima into the alpha’s neck. He screams from the shock.
"Who is Red Hood?" Dick stresses again.
The king stays in the shadows, as Scarecrow said.
"I just know he is an omega. He has a pup with him, and-" eyes flicker to Dick's chest, and a gut feeling rises- "he said its papa’s name is Alazul."