I tried my best to focus on my statistics homework, but the numbers all read like a foreign language.

Jason's back. He's actually back. Why am I strangely excited? Why am I also dreading it all? And why can't I stop fantasizing about our probably-impending reunion sex?

I was at the Gotham University library in an art deco-inspired wing. My homework was sprawled around me at an old wooden table. Etchings from past disgruntled students scarred the bottom corners of the desk. In between profane complaints about this university or the city, there was one that read "BG 3's DG". That looked mighty familiar. A silly freshman year memory.

I switched to my Human Sexuality homework. What a coincidence, I had to put together a powerpoint presentation about sexual fantasies. What a treat. Which one should I draw inspiration from? Batman? Nightwing? or Red Ho—

"If it isn't Batgirl," a whispering voice sounded in my ear. My heart froze.

I whirled around to see… Jason.

"Jason! What the hell?!" My loud voice boomed and echoed against the high ceilings.

"Shhh!" A prissy-looking librarian aimed at me from the information desk. I looked up to see Jason with a finger to his lips, shaking his head at me… tsk tsk tsk. I could have killed him.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered tersely. He rounded the table and sat across from me, crossing his arms and putting his feet on top of the table. I saw the librarian turn her head sharply at him. He gave her a quick wink, and she slowly looked away — but not before I saw her cheeks pinken. Damn him and his charm.

"You ran away so fast the other night at the Batcave, we didn't have a chance to catch up," he said.

"I didn't want to wait around for the obligatory Bruce/Jason showdown. It's been so long since the last one I was sure it was going to be a riot," I lied, almost convincingly.

He gave me a small, crooked smile. "Really. Well, trust me, it was completely amicable. In fact, I'd say he was even impressed by my catching of Bane."

"Bane?" I said, disbelieving. Bane was one of the Batman's most challenging villains. He could almost never take him down without the help of at least one of us. And Red Hood got him… alone. "How?"

"I'll tell you," he said mischievously, moving his legs off the table and leaning towards me over my homework, "over at your place. Tonight." My heart quickened in both wild excitement and sickening anxiety. Which pretty much explains Red Hood in a nutshell.

"Are you sure you don't have any other things to take care of? Loose ends to tie up?" I attempted, weakly.

"Nothing but you, darling," he said. My cheeks flared. He did love ropes in the bedroom.

"Come on, at least tell me where you've been?" I asked genuinely. "I was really worried about you."

He sat back and ran a hand through his hair. "Come on, Barbie, you know I can take care of myself." Yes, I knew he could take care of himself when it came to gunfights and angry mobsters. But that wasn't what I was talking about.

I took in the five o'clock stubble and dark bags under his eyes.

"Have… you been sleeping?" A knowing glint shone in his eyes.

"Not as good as when I'm with you."

"Come on, you know what I mean." Jason could never sleep well. It seems like as soon as he shuts his eyes, the nightmares begin. They always involve the Joker, always a crowbar, and always concludes with him laying in a pool of his own blood, waiting for a hero — who never shows up. Then he awakens, screaming.

He used to take sleeping pills. Only the strongest stuff worked on him, and unsurprisingly he got hooked on them — fast. Dick and I tried to get him to go to hypnotherapy or try home remedies. Alfred even got him a white noise machine. It didn't work, and as soon as Bruce found out he was addicted, he immediately cut him off. Jason was furious, but he refused to tell Bruce why he was hooked. Batman just thought Red Hood was too demented in his need to rid the city of crime his way, even if it meant murder. (Or even, especially if it meant murder.) It was easy for him to believe his former Robin was just up all night with his cases, controlling when he was awake and when he was asleep. He didn't realize just how damaged Jason was.

But they hadn't talked about his death and resurrection in the Lazarus Pit since Jason first returned to Gotham. That was also when he tried to kill himself, the Joker and Batman in one fiery blast, but, I mean, WHY talk about something as menial as all that? Men… honestly.

"I'm not going to lie," Jason said, his face growing serious. "It's been… difficult. Once I was out of Gotham, I was out of Bruce Wayne's long shadow. So I was able to get my sleeping pills."

"Jason!" I ignored the librarian's distant shush.

"What!" He threw his hands up defensively. "I gotta sleep, Barbie, what am I supposed to do? It was killing me! I couldn't focus, I couldn't shoot my gun straight, I was a wreck!"

"Well, that's when you call the Batcave, idiot. We could have helped you. I could have at least!"

"We both know I don't call the Batcave for help. I call to give leads and make trouble, that's it."

I rolled my eyes in frustration. Now I understood why he wanted to come over tonight. He can't get a good night's sleep in this city unless he does one of two things: takes the sleeping pills or fucks all night — with me. Our sex was wild, passionate, and by the end of the night (or early morning) exhausting. He slept like a rock afterwards. The most blissful, life-affirming sleep ever, according to him.

And it wasn't exactly like I was being totally used by him for sleep. I was using him too. We had the most insane, orgasmic, dirty sex I've ever had, and I loved it. Each time we ended it panting, drenched in sweat, too tired to even sleep in the right position in the bed before passing out. We had started only two months before Jason left to pursue Bane. It had been a long time since Dick and I dated, and I admit, I was itching for some action, and not the kind I got from kicking bad guys' butts.

One thing both Jason and I have is seething passion, as well as horrible tempers. Combine those two and you got a hotbed for physical confrontation. One night, after a pursuit of Black Mask, Red Hood and I were left tussling with several of his large henchmen. I always aim to stun or incapacitate until the police show up. Red Hood aims for damage.

As I flipped a goon over my knee and twisted his arm behind his back to be bound, I looked up to see Jason being gripped by the neck. It was a hold I've seen him get out of a million times before. But instead of maneuvering free, he grabbed a hidden gun and — BAM! BAM! Two shots and the henchman fell to his knees screaming, staring wild-eyed at where his hand used to be. Blood poured down his arm. Jason towered over him in dominance, while I looked on in complete shock.

Later that night I caught up with him on a high rooftop over downtown Gotham. My blood was boiling.

"What the fuck was that back there, Red Hood?" I yelled as I landed from my grapple. "How could you do that! We both know half of those guys are only in crime to take care of their families."

"Yeah, and the other half are straight-up evil criminals with only half a brain. Get over it, Batbaby. That low-life got what he deserved," Jason spat. He was leaning against the brick rooftop entrance, his helmet set by his feet, and a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"The only evil person I see right now is you. You are always on such a power trip," I said stalking up to him.

"I can't help it if I'm always the smartest, most resourceful, most powerful person in the room. Those losers know better than to get in my way at this point," he said with a shrug, infuriatingly calm. He took a drag from his cigarette.

"Trust me, you are not the person I would associate those words with," I said with quiet power. Jason glanced at me knowingly and with a new fury. The whites of his red domino mask narrowed. It was a low blow, but I had to get to him somehow.

"Boy Wonder? Nightwing? I can clean the floor with that ass-kisser. Speaking of, why are you still his groupie? Didn't Mr. Perfect dump you?" He sneered.

I threw my entire bodyweight into the punch aimed at his head. The one thing one should never do. He dodged out of the way at the last second, whirled around and twisted my arm around my back tightly.

"Ahhrg!" I exclaimed in pain as I fell to my knees.

"Come on, Barbara, you know better than that," he muttered quietly in my ear behind me. He lowered himself on his knees as well, pushing his body against mine.

"Why even waste your time with the original when the sequel is so much better," he whispered. I swung my free arm back to elbow him in the side. With a grunt he fell as I twisted around and gave him another hit to the back so he fell on his stomach. I quickly straddled him, shoving his face onto the hard rooftop.

"Trust me, you have nothing on Dick Grayson," I said. He growled against the pavement. I got off of him in a huff. I stalked towards the edge of the rooftop, reaching for my grapple gun. Suddenly, I heard a familiar whirring behind me.

Ropes snaked their way around me tight, anchored by heavy round balls.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, struggling against the binds. It looks like Red Hood still used some of Robin's old toys.

"You're so stubborn, I knew I would have to tie you up for this," Jason said, walking over to me.

"For what?" I said, furiously. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall of the rooftop entrance. The mood changed instantly from one type of tension to another. I was barely breathing as a gloved hand tucked its way under my chin. I watched him, helplessly. His eyes were playful, dark, and mischievous as he brought his lips down to mine. It was a warm, deep kiss with a steady rhythm. But it only lasted a few seconds.

"What… are you doing?" I said under my breath. My heart was pounding and my body was… excited. I was practically licking my lips in further anticipation.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," he said. I could see his eyes watching my mouth, mesmerized. But then he looked back at me, as if for permission. Of course, Jason wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do. Deep deep deep down… he was inherently good. And I always knew he was.

Luckily he didn't need permission. Because I wanted more. Much more. I felt a little drunk off that last kiss, and it had been so long… I was ready to play.

"Why don't you show me how much better you are then Dick Grayson?" I asked coyly. But he didn't smile. His eyes got deadly serious as he placed both hands on the wall on either side of me.

"Why don't I?"

He kissed me deeply, passionately, like the world was ending. Our mouths worked against each other like a duel, and neither of us wanted to let up. I tasted the cigarettes and a light hint of bourbon that he always kept on him in a flask — I basically tasted trouble, and I lapped it up. His fingers tangled in my wavy, red hair as he forced my lips against his, his tongue controlling mine. It took my breath away. I struggled and writhed against the ropes around me, but Jason wasn't setting me free. Another power trip. He had to hold me in place against the wall with his hips against mine, and his hand that cradled my head.

As he tongued and kissed my sensitive neck, his hands undid the clasp holding my uniform together and jerked my pants down. I gasped at his force and the cool wind that now struck my skin. He wasn't playing any games.

He put his face near the joining of my legs as I watched eagerly from above. Over my underwear, his tongue slowly licked and provided pressure up the lips and ending on the clitoris. My body shuddered against the fantastic assault. He continued this slow game while his hands grabbed my behind underneath my panties, feeling and squeezing as he pleased. I tried to push myself closer to his mouth, wanting more, more. After several minutes I had had enough. I let out a cry of sexual frustration. I felt his lips curve into a smile. Jason responded by pulling my underwear completely down.

Finally, I thought. Then it began. His mouth closed over me, his tongue moving powerfully, bordering roughly, as pleasure soon radiated through my body. His mouth moved like he was licking up a melting ice cream cone, and his grunts and moans against my center vibrated against my clitoris, sending me closer and closer to the edge. I gasped, almost struggling for sweet air.

"Ugh, oh, Jason. Oh my god," I heard myself say. What was I doing. He continued his rhythm enthusiastically. I felt myself getting closer and closer... When he stopped. My eyes sprang open. Jason had stood up, his mouth wet and the widest smirk across his face.

"What are you doing?" I called out. "Keep going!" I demanded hoarsely. He took a batarang out of my hidden pocket and flicked it open so the sharp wings extended. In one swift motion he cut through the ropes and my Batgirl top. I jumped back clutching the wall, startled as my breasts lay exposed before his hungry eyes. But he wasn't the only hungry one. With my arms now free, I whipped out a condom from another, much more secret, pocket. Jason's white eyes went wide.

Okay, yes, so Dick and I kept condoms on us for when we were feeling frisky on a boring night of patrol or after particularly high-adrenaline fights. Jason must have guessed the same thing, for a shadow passed over his face, right before a new motivation brought drive to his eyes.

"Turn around." He ordered.

I slowly turned to face the brick wall. He snatched the condom out of my hand, and I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I waited in eager anticipation. Suddenly, I felt his strong hands rip the top of my Batgirl costume off my back and discard it on the ground. Then he pushed his erection between my legs.

"Lean down, honey," he said.

I obediently pushed my hips backwards towards him and gripped the wall in front of me. In one slow motion, he entered me completely. I gasped, eyes wide as my body adjusted to this new pressure. He pulled himself in and out steadily, and I could see his head tip back towards the sky in his shadow. With each pump, I felt my body relax more and more, until I was dying for something a little more rough.

But I didn't need to tell Jason anything. Now that I was warmed up, he pulled my arms behind me and snaked his arm through the elbows, trapping them. His other hand grabbed my throat roughly and forced my face up and next to his. A gasp escaped my lips. He roughly started to fuck me — the term necessary, for it certainly wasn't "making love." He pounded inside me, pulling my back into a curve — luckily my gymnastics background prepared me for many things.

I could hear him groaning and growling behind me as he rocked my body over and over and over. My moans vibrated against his fingers around my neck until he brought them up into my mouth. I couldn't stand the eroticisim of it. I licked his fingers, sucking them fully as he brought his two middle ones deep into my throat. I caressed and sucked as I felt his eyes watching me from behind. I could feel him speed up as my garbled moans sounded through his fingers, until he couldn't take it any longer.

He freed my arms and turned me around, back slamming against the wall. I smiled at him, face flushed and panting. He was equally flushed, his eyes determined and single-minded as he kissed me roughly. God, he made me hungry. I could never deny Jason was sexy. Not just hot, and not cute, but sexy. He had a goddamn smolder and never second guessed himself. Bad in many way, but so good in others. While Dick was more lean — an acrobat's build — Jason had more of the body type of Bruce. Thick and solid, naturally incredibly fit, and tall. He was… a man. As we ended our make out, I grabbed his bottom lip and bit down.

"Ah!" He cried, softly. He pulled his face back and used his tongue to taste the blood. I couldn't help but smile and look at him challengingly. He chuckled, darkly.

With his guard down I swiftly brought my foot behind his ankles and swept him. With another cry, he crashed to the ground on top of my sprawled cape. I yanked his pants down and climbed on top of him, straddling him. Before I pushed myself down on him I grabbed both of his wrists and forced them together above his head.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Barbie," Jason said huskily. I half-smiled.

"You think you know me," I said, shaking my head. Then I brought myself down and grinded on top of him steadily, and a sound of pleasure escaped his lips. I could see him watching me with half-lidded eyes — particularly my breasts that were now bouncing in all of their glory in front of his face. I casually wondered how long he had fantasized about this. I had known him for a long time…

"Ughh," he shuddered. "Yeah… Jesus Christ." He breathed as I went faster and faster. He suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pushing his face into my chest, like he couldn't resist them any longer. I ran my hands through his hair as he wildly licked one boob, then the other, then the sweat in between them.

"You're gorgeous, Barbara," he muttered. Suddenly, I was taken completely aback. I mean, yes, I could have guessed he found me at least slightly attractive. Enough to sleep with, of course. But he had never once complimented me. Ever. On anything. But I had just received a gushing statement… at least for Jason it was. I was stunned. But he didn't notice. He was in the throes of passion. I wasn't even sure if he realized he had said it.

Jason put a strong arm around me and flipped me so I was against the floor. He held my legs on either side of his torso as he pumped himself in and out of me. I could feel myself getting really wet now, especially watching him so passionately fuck me. I pressed two fingers on my clit and began to rub. I watched him work, the whites of the mask's eyes growing big, then squinting shut; his mouth gaping open then clenching together, his lip wound now drying over. It was as if I had punched him and split it. Maybe that's what I'd tell people tomorrow…

Sweat was spilling down the sides of his face as he grunted, and I gasped as I felt my orgasm building inside me.

"Don't stop," I pleaded to him, desperate for the pace to remain the same. He nodded down at me. I had a feeling something was building in him too. I could feel my face twisting, red hot, as I came closer. I squeezed my eyes shut… and then… I squealed in complete ecstasy. I kept my eyes open and could see Jason watching me, pounding me again and again. As he listened and watched my uncontrollable orgasm, his face twisted into one I thought I'd never see. He released, his body stuttering above mine, until he leaned over me, eyes closed and panting. I just laid there, the aftershocks from my center juttering my body every few seconds. It was like I was struck by lightning. And in a way, I was.

The week after our rooftop romp, I was in complete shock. I couldn't believe what had happened between us. It all progressed so naturally. I didn't really have time to consider how I was supposed to talk to him or behave around him — because he decided for us both. Meaning, he didn't change a damn thing. He was still always kind of an asshole, being a loner whenever he could. But we always managed to find each other at the right place in the right time to do it again. And when those opportunities didn't arise, he started making them. Then I did too.

We started having sex weekly. Then twice a week. Then whenever we could get away with it. There's no other way around it: he was the bad boy, and I wanted him. For a million and one reasons, we kept it a secret, which was hard in a family of detectives. But for every bitten lip and funny walk the morning after, there was always a criminal to blame. And the family all loved my invented story of whooping Jason in a fight the next day. A good punch to the mouth, a few takedowns. Jason took the mocking and jokes better than I thought, but I definitely paid for it the next night in the bedroom. I had rope burns around my wrists for a week. Worth it.

—

"So what do you say? Tonight? I'll even bring food," Jason said with a cheesy grin on his face.

I feigned contemplation. At this point, I was all in.

"Alright," I said, unable to hide my own smile. "8pm. Don't be late. No crime fighting tonight."

He held up a right hand. "I promise." With that, he pushed his chair back and with one last wink, strode out of the library, a few girls looking after him.

I turned back to my homework. Looks like this powerpoint presentation is gonna write itself.