Jason waved Roy and Kori good-bye as they left his place late into the night. With the way Kori was attached to Roy's neck with teeth and lips, Jason smirked and knew his friend was getting laid for christmas. The lift sounded and then all was quiet for a long time, he left the television on but the sound was low. He held Ashley to his chest and lap as she slept soundly. When the cramps and nausea had finally subsided she'd fallen asleep and since then had been clinging to him in her sleep. He didn't mind, not entirely. She was soft and warm, and didn't want anything from him. But he'd been sitting in this chair for over six hours and he was itching to move. Sitting still drove him nuts.
Slowly, he stood and made sure the blanket was still caught around Ashley as he moved her across the floor and to the bedroom. He watched her sleep after he finally had her clinging to a pillow instead of his neck. The gentle rise and fall over her chest, her parted lips and the silky locks of her hair thickly layered over her shoulders and upper arms. "I won't fuck up again..." He whispers before turning and heading for the lift.
The first floor of his building was a mix of garage and training room. While he had no need of actual training, seeing as how he could go months with no workouts and still be the exact weight and strength. But right now he needed to let off steam, to push some of this stress out of his system. Anger never left his person, it was constant, and sometimes it built up and the only outlet he had was either brutal fucking or brutal fighting. Seeing as he would never ever be that fucking rough with Ashley again, he had one other option. Throw himself through a routine that was grained into his body since he was a kid, and hope it eased some of his tension.
Weights, stretches, treadmill, stair stepper, more weights, rope throwing, more weights then demolishing a punching bag. Sand spilled from the ripped seam of the bag and Jason stood, drenched in sweat and panting heavily through his nose. It helped, in small amounts, the workout usually did at first. But by the time he's near finished and he feels some semblance of ease in his body. He remembers Bruce taught him this routine. Dick helped train him and the memories of his life as a Wayne son bombarded him until the rage came back again.
To keep himself from spiraling yet again, Jason looked over he equipment and wondered if Ashley had used any of it before. She was toned, very toned, but her balance wasn't that of a fighter or a weight trainer. He'd have to see if she had any semblance of fight in her and if she did he'd train her to fight. If she didn't, he'd train her to run and defend as a last resort. She wanted to learn so he'd teach her, but he wasn't making her a killer. That kind of toll on the mind, he didn't see Ashley being mentally stable if she became like him.
The lift sounded and Jason glanced up as Ashley came down on it, the blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders and pulled tight at her hips by her hands to cover her still very bare legs beneath it. She padded forward and hissed as the near icy cement floor shocked her warm toes. Jason grinned, stood and came over to her to pick her up and set her on the weight lift bench. "What you doing down here?"
"You're phone was ringing.." She held out the phone but the screen was cear, she'd answered it.
"You took the call." She nods, biting her lip. "Well who was it and what did they want."
"First off, I wasn't going to answer but it rang like three times." She nibbles on her lip. "It was Mack?, he said there's a rogue seller on your turf and two of your girls went missing last night." Jason closed his eyes and sighed angrily through his nose. He didn't say a word as he picked her up, carried her to the lift and punched in the buttons. His grip gentle on her but she could feel the tension in his shoulders.
When they're on the living floor, Jason quickly walks over to his weapons stash, loading a clip into two glocks and making sure his belt was full. "Come on." His voice is harsher than before and Ashley follows as Jason shed his work out shorts and tugs on clean clothes. Forgoing regular jeans and instead grabbing tactical pants, and his armored chest plate. A splattered red bat drawn over the breast bone of it.
Jason paused when he noticed Ashley just standing there in his sweater and a pair of panties, god she was driving him insane looking like that. But she was looking at him curiously, didn't know what he wanted from her. "Get dressed, you wanted to learn right?" She nods. "You're coming with me then. No better time like the present."
He tossed her a pair of her jeans and smirked that way he does when she tugs off the sweater she was wearing, baring her naked chest to him, blushing like he hadn't already tasted every inch of her breasts more than twice now. Slipping on his boots he sat down on his bed to tie up the laces, tucking the ends of his pants into the boots as he did so. His red face shield sat by his hip and Ashley reached out to slide a finger over its glossy blood red surface.
"Got a kink for the Hood?" He pulled her closer to his chest and she stumbled, falling right into his lap from his strength.
"Why do you wear it? Doesn't everyone sort of know it's you anyways?" Oh, that.
"Does everyone know it's me in your world?" She shakes her head.
"Depending on the timeline, the era and if you're even considered a Robin, but yeah. In some cases, then everyone knows who's under the hood.." She pauses a moment and stifles a chuckle. "Sorry just, one of those series is named 'Under the Red Hood' and... nevermind." She reaches up to brush back some of her long hair.
"I wear it because, no, very few people actually know it's me under the Hood. If I get caught with my face doing bad things, well, facebook is fucking great a facial recognition and apparently Bruce made up some crack story where I went missing. They buried an empty coffin and I came back crazy, so I'm in some sort of healing facility across the world in Switserland." He snorted and rolled his eyes. He didn't care about his name being thrown into the muck but Bruce did. His hand crept over her hip to palm the tattoo at her lower spine. "We need to go, wear boots, your coat... Can you shoot a gun?"
Ashley nods her head timidly. Jason does not believe her, not one bit. He was going to shove a small pistol in the back waistband of her jeans but there goes that. He can watch out for her anyways. She shouldn't need it. "We'll work on that later, here." As she pulls her boots on he walks to the main room, waiting for her to follow. Shen she does he stops to a crouch, his hands slipping up her inner thigh to make her gasp as he straps on a blade to her thigh. It's not a gun, but is a large enough weapon most will give her another look before trying anything.
Ashley pulls on her coat and zipps it up. "You sure you're ready for this? This isn't some romantic movie on HBO about a drug lord and shit. This is real Ashley, these men are bastards and will kill on sight. You might be smokin' hot but that won't stop them from doing anything to you."
"But you will." Her voice turns strong and she locks eyes with him, unblinking for long moments as he looks down his nose at her. She was right, he'd keep her safe. Nothing would happen to her on his watch. He also knew the moment any of his underlings saw her, the rumors would go flying. It would only take a matter of time for the League to find out he introduced her to his life.
Jason raised a brow at her resolve "You really want to be part of this?" She nods once more at him as he leans forward to cup her chin in his hand and kiss her lips sweetly. "Crazy girl. Get on my bike before I fuck you again." Her gasp makes him smirk, but she moves to sit on the large bike by the lift while Jason places his face shield on. The metal expanding to cover his entire head, the computer inside it booting up and showing him vitals, maps and radio signals.
The bike came to life, once the lift was secured and locked once more, Jason took off into the night of lower east Gotham. The screech of the bike roaring through the streets, signaling his approach as he moved through alley and intersections to get to the chapel. But before he got there he tucked the bike into a pitch back alley, turning in his seat some to look at Ashley's wind blown face. "Be strong, don't let their shit get to you." She nods as Jason turns the bike back onto the main road and toward a brick looking church building in the distance.
When Jason makes an entrance, he makes an entrance. Ashley followed him, her leather hood still up on her coat, hands in pockets (she's trying really effing hard to look like a badass and channel her inner cosplayer). Jason throws the double wood doors open, using his superior strength to make the hinges creak and dust to fall from the old ceiling as they banged harshly against the walls.
Ashley watched through her hair and hood as the men and few women gathered in the large building moved out of Jason's way to the cowering man tied to a chair at the front of the old church. Almost all those eyes turned to Ashley but she kept her pace even and followed Jason, closely. She didn't want to be separated from him in this place.
"This the fucker on my turf?" A burly man in his near fifties came forward and nodded to Jason. "Where at, Mack?"
"Found him four blocks in, tried to force one of the girls into his car too." No one could see Jason's face from under the metal face plate, however Ashley could sense it. Like everyone else in the room, it sort of grew quieter while Jason stalked a slow circle around the man in the chair. No one was really paying her any attention and Ahsley was glad of that as she watched Jason.
"Four blocks in, huh? That's three and half too late. You knew where you were going, didn't you?" Jason leaned forward at the hips, arms crossed as the man in the chair visibly paled further. He didn't answer Jason, so he was backhanded so hard that a tooth fell out and blood pooled from the corner of his lips. Ashley froze, watching fascinated as the blood sprayed over the floor.
"You're real stupid for trying to sell on my turf, but trying to foreceone of MY girls? Seriously?" This time Jason punched the man on the other side of the jaw, everyone hearing the crunch of bone and the scream of the man as he chocked and spat up a chunk of his own tongue.
"Who do you sell for? I wanna know who is stupid enough to encroach on my territory." Ashley stays where she is while Jason comes around to her, a hand curling over her hip for a moment possessively, a silent signal for the men that were sneaking up behind her to back off, and they did. Then Jason was gone and back in front of the bleeding man trying to cry for help.
"Nobody! I don't sell for nobody!"
"You're really stupid ain't cha?" Jason tugs a wooden chair over the floor by the back rest, the squealing of the legs on the old worn wood making the man flinch as Jason spins the chair around to sit down. Jason leant back leisurely in his chair for a few minutes, watching as the man choked on his own blood and pleaded to be killed. It was a waiting game sometimes. "Tell me, who you , sell for."
He was gonna wait, he could be patient sometimes. So he let the bloody man stew in his seat, motioned with a hand for him to be dragged, chair and all, into a room down the hall and out of his sight. He focused back on the room around him, there was a small bubble of space around Ashley, good. Her hood was up and her hair was hiding her face along with the hood, her hand in her front pockets and she was standing with most of her weight on one foot. She looked calm to the outside eye, but Jason can see the little signs most of his guys could pick up on now. The twitch of her fingers in her coat pockets and the way her thigh muscles were flinching some as if she was ready to bolt at any second. Somehow she hid the white locks of ehr hair inside the hood.
Mack came forward to Jason's right and crossed his arms. The man had been with Jason since he took over the territory. He was a good second, he kept the underlings in line so Jason didn't have to get involved every time and more than anything, he was loyal ."This a new girl?" Mack grunted and Jason smirked behind his helmet. Could see how most of his men were itching to touch her. That coat did nothing to hide her curves from view.
"You think I let a walker answer my personal phone?" His voice was patronizing as his hand came up and he crooked a finger for Ashley to come over to him. She did, and tried hard not to basically run to him, keeping her pace as even as she could as she walked across the chapel to him.
Mack gave a confused expression as the woman came up to the Hood and let her stand at his shoulder. "This is Dodge." Ashley rose a brow under her hood but kept her face as calm as she could while Jason reached up and tugged her hood back so everyone could see her face.
Without her hood to obscure her face Ashley let her shoulders pull back and she glanced around. These men were rough, with sidearms strapped to their persons. Scarred faces and angry eyes, every one could put a bullet in her before she could blink and every one was looking at her like she had three heads. Jason's arm slipped around her back to grip her hip and he leaned back more in the chair, utterly relaxed as he held Ashley to his side while she stood beside him.
"Dodge is gonna be around a for awhile." Murmurs went off and Jason barked out for everyone to shut the hell up, and they did. Silence ringing out around the chapel save for the man still pleading for his life down the hall. His grip was more of a possessive gesture than to make Ashley feel better, though, it was easing the tension on her shoulders so she crossed her arsm nonchalantly.
"Boss... she looks too good to be from around here.." Mack spoke up, a bead of sweat dropping down his thick neck as the sheen of the hood helmet tilted and glanced at the pretty girl to his side and then back toward Mack.
"It's not your concern." Jason murmured low and Mack shut his mouth. "What's the situation with the missing girls? Where were they last seen and has anyone checked the hospitals?" His questions were answered but not what he wanted to hear. The girls were long time residents of the Hood's turf. Were good working girls who never tried to pinch their earnings from the higher ups. They wouldn't leave like that. A car was spotted speeding away. Jason sent men to follow that lead. Others to canvas the streets and their homes. He needed to make sure they were safe, if they were dead or stolen by another pimp. He'd have to wage war , again.
Ashley watched with rapt attention as Jason dealt with everything said to him with only a hint of his true anger. He was making spit second choices that gave the best option for his people and not just himself. He gave orders and they were taken seriously. His thumb had pushed under the edge of her coat and sweater to rub soothingly at her hip, hidden but nice to feel. She was nervous, but, watching Jason work? Seeing him deal with problems, try to find the missing women and even intorregate the man tied to a chair. She was getting a rush from it all, and Jason could see it in the way she didn't look away from the blood or flinch at his harsh voice like some of the newer members still did.
The man was ready to talk, everyone could tell by the way he started to shout out he would give away his supplier. Jason stood, and Ashley jerked forward because his finger was hooked into the belt loop of her jeans, yanking her with him as they moved down the hall where the man was now kept. Jason keeping her close to his person as they entered a new empty room. That had a shit ton of blood stains covering the floor, the walls, the ceiling.. the light fixtures.
It had to be a test of some sort by Jason, it had to be. Because he tugged her tight against his hip, making sure his thigh pressed some between her legs as she hung close against him. His hand splayed over her ass while the other hand pulled a gun from his belt and he expertly shot the mans right kneecap. Ashley gripped the back of his leather jacket tight but otherwise didn't react beside a widening of her eyes. The man was screaming out in pain, he sounded like a stuck pig.
"Maximoff! I work for russian, oh my god I can't feel my leg!"
Jason tilted his head and then shot the other kneecap, blood sprayed from the wound barely touching the edge of his pant leg. He paid no mind and instead his hand on Ashley's ass moved up then back down. A slow movement and Ashley finally figured it out when he gripped the highest part of the inside of her thigh. This was arousing to him, something about all this was turning him on, she shuddered and her thighs clenched. She wasn't expecting the same feeling to envelope her so heavily.
"Thank you for you cooperation." Jason spoke, leveling his gun once more and shooting the man between the eyes then holstered his glock. "Find his car, drop it off at the edge of russian valley." He gripped Ashley's back side once more and turns his head to Mack and several others who were starting to untie the now dead drug pusher. "Put a little note on it, don't fuck with the Hood." Mack nodded, glancing at Dodge's flushed face and the way the Hood was grabbing her ass like he was. Sick white girl was getting off on this shit.
Jason dropped his hand and made his way back through the chapel, giving last minute orders and telling everyone Merry fucking Christmas before he left through the doors, Ashley hot on his heels as they made their way to his bike. Jason waited as she threw her leg over the seat and then took off into the night, causing her to cling to his back and waist as he took sharp corners and sped through the streets.
Jason found the closest alley that was nice and dark, out of the way, tires screeching as he spun it into the thin space and slammed on his breaks. Ashley's barely had time to come back from the whiplash of his turn before Jason yanked her body around the motorcycle to sit on his lap with her legs spread wide over him. His mask was ripped from his head as he attacked her lips and neck, his teeth bit into the soft skin of her under jaw.
"Fuck... You didn't even flinch..." He growled as she gasped and was breathless from his lips. her eyes were wide and lust blown, matching his own. Jason groaned, hands on her hips to grind her spread legs and groin against his raging hardon. The blood, the scent of gunpowder, waling screams of pain. All of it usually gave him a boner, a high on the pain of others and of being in power. But with Ashley, god damn, she didn't move away from him, she pressed close ans she stayed up against him like he'd wanted. He's possessive male hindbrain was going fucking nuts and he needed to fuck her. Now.
But he needed to get them back to the apartment, back to the safety of that space where he didn't need the masks or the secrecy. And he needed his bed. He;d fuck her on the bike some other time, not today. "Crazy... you're fucking crazy..." He murmurs into her lips, helps her back to the seat and grins as her hands slip under the armored chest plate to spread over his abs. It did not however help the raging erection he had and he sped home, dangerously.
With the lift bringing them up to the living floor, the locks clicked and security system booted back on, Jason tackled Ashley. His arms pulled and tugged at her coat to send it to the floor as his mask was tossed to the ground by the bikes. Ashley panted for breath while Jason grabbed the back of her thighs, hoisting her up to press her hips against his groin. He was going insane, he had to be, the way he constantly was after her like this. He'd always had a high sex drive, but this... this was more then he'd experienced.
He sat her on the counter in the kitchen, grasping at her hips as he trails his tongue and teeth over the thick cord of her throat. Her skin soft under his touch while her hips rutted against him over his pants. The heavy utility belt making it difficult for her to really move against him with all the ammo clips, knives and gear. "Easy." He chuckles at the little whimper in the back of her throat as he pushes her back gently so he can take the belt from his hips. He gripped her neck in his hands, thumb touching over the line of her jaw as she breathed heavily. "You're fucking crazy girl... none of that bothered you?"
She shook her head in his hold. "No, you don't scare me Jason." He shook his head and leaned forward with a growl, yanking the shirt from her torso to bury his face between her heavy breasts for a moment.
"I shot a man in front of you, Ashley, I killed someone." She shrugs and Jason feels the movement he stands to his full height and cages her in with his arms on either side of her hips. A slow roll of his hips pressing his groin against her jeans covered cunt.
"So?" She was breathless and her hands gripped his sides to try and pull him closer to her. "He was a pusher, he probably sold to underage kids, he was trying to FORCE one of your girls into his car!" She shakes her head and frowns when Jason doesn't give in and push closer into her thighs. "Fucker deserved it.."
Jason groans low in his throat, his hand winds into the thick locks of her hair at the nape of her neck. Turning her head up and her eyes open as he holds her there in his grip, the clench of her thigh muscles enough of an indicator that she doesn't mind the treatment one bit. "Dodge, welcome to the Outlaws..."