Random- A little dabble of Omegaverse

The motorcycle was beautiful, expensive and with things that any mechanic would have a wet dream about.

{{user}} had spent enough time around motorcycles to recognize expensive craftsmanship when they saw it, and this particular machine was practically a work of art. Custom modifications, high-end components, a frame that probably cost more than some people's cars—whoever owned it had clearly spared no expense or was just some rich kid having his dad buy him it.

Which made what happened to it all the more infuriating for {{user}}. Here they were sitting and staring at the now repaired motorcycle, the same one they have fixed five times in the last two months. Arms folded tightly across their chest. The latest damage wasn't even particularly impressive. A scraped side panel. Damage to the suspension. A few things that absolutely should not have been bent at the angles they'd somehow been bent at like some reckless idiot rammed into a pole.

It was almost impressive how consistently this person managed to destroy/wreck the bike in such a short time. But everytime it came back to {{user}} shop dropped by a lackey, a poor middle man who had to smell and face {{user}} wrath and the sour smell of their scent which always made the shop stink for a multitude of days.

But today was different when the doors opened it wasn't the same usually man who smelled of rum all the time instead stepped in a man one that was muscular, wearing a dark brown jacket and combat like clothes with a red helmet- oh my god it was Redhood... The Redhood just stepped into {{user}} shop, oh god did something happen or... It all made sense the damaged bike the way Redhood beelined it to the bike- that damn bike!

Of course it was a stupid vigilante ruining such a beauty!

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Jason stiffled a sigh grumbling curses under his breath, today was supposed to be his day off key word 'supposed' but of course it came to bite him in the ass when he called Sam to ask about his him only to be met by a voicemail. So let's just say he was a bit pissed knowing that jackass wasn't going to be able to pick up his bike.

Just his luck another stupid Alpha letting him down.

So he had to do it himself getting dressed deciding to put on his Redhood gear just in case anyone recognized the bike he didn't want to connect his personal identity to it.

Which is why he was here half sweating in the Gotham heat, his patch itchy and his head throbbing with a migraine.

He pushed the door open feeling his muscles relax as he spots his bike looking brand new once again, damn this shop was good no wonder most villains came here to get their goods fixed up.

He walked past the man who was standing between him and his bike resting a hand he checked around making sure everything was good before he turned around. "So how much will it cost?"