Prompt: Get Me
"Get down, you idiot!" Barbara pushed Jason out of the way of the gunfire, landing on top of him. The cement blocking meant the goons couldn't get near them, but pace between the blocking and the wall was barely enough for them to fit.
"Thank god they can't get up here," she muttered more to herself than anything.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Jason said. It was only then that Barbara realized his hands had found their way to the very top of her upper thigh and her chest was pressed against his. Even through his "hood," Barbara knew he was grinning.
"Red…" Barbara stressed with acid in her tone.
"Batgirl," he replied with a mock-serious melody in his voice, "You have to be quiet or they'll hear us." She hated that she couldn't roll over in such a tight spot and they couldn't get up without getting shot. They'd have to wait for back-up. Jesus, that wasn't going to be a fun explanation.
"Next time I just won't save you, asshole," she grumbled into his neck.
"Promises, promises."