Warning: Contains violence and smut. You've been warned.

Author's note: I know I know…I said I was over these two. Now I really am over them. By the way, the dynamics between Jason and Barbara pretty much scream SEX. Couldn't help but write some sexy stuff between them.

This story is something that happened sometime after last chapter, it's not really a standalone, but it's not really a part of the main story either. I just don't feel like opening a new story so I'm placing it here. Enjoy!

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A Night at Foxglove

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Foxglove

Jason sat at the table and took a sip of his Scotch, waiting patiently. He was in a fairly good mood tonight.

Until Barbara walked out of the ladies' room.

He frowned when she came back to the table. When did she get changed? She was wearing a deep-V leather bra top and tight leather shorts, exposing much of her creamy skin. The outfit was completed by the leather choker around her neck. Unlike her usual classy, stylish self, she looked like one of the employees in here.

"What're you wearing?"

Barbara sat down beside him. "What you like," she said with a hint of defiance.

"Go get changed," he ordered.

She looked at him for a few moments, debating. "No."

Jason gave her a hard look, then pulled her closer by the arm and whispered, "If you're trying to make me angry, you've succeeded. You can go get changed now, or I'll help you."

Barbara glanced at him with anxiety. If she pushed any further, would he whip her again? Panic rose in her at the prospect, but she was…angry.

He had flirted with the prostitute at the bar. She'd seen him waiting for his Scotch, and all of a sudden the brunette beside him had been all he could see. He'd dared…lift her chin and gaze at her like he'd wanted to devour her. Then he had tucked a bill into her bra and the brunette'd planted a kiss on his cheek before winking at him and walking away.

"Why? Is this outfit not to your liking?" she challenged, pressing her body against him, "Or am I not to your liking?"

Jason narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. Then suddenly a server approached them.

"Good evening sir, the gentleman over there is wondering if you'd like to share your partner for the night." The server pointed at a man at another table.

Both Jason and Barbara turned to look at the middle-aged man. He had an angular face, though not bad-looking, there was something nasty in his smile. Barbara hated him already. He raised his glass at them.

"No," Jason said, and Barbara exhaled with relief. When the server went over to deliver the message Barbara couldn't help provoking him, "Why not? You don't like me that much anyway."

Jason shot her an irritated stare. "Do you want me to?"

Barbara pursed her lips and glanced at the man again, who was still gazing at them with interest. Ugh. He gave Barbara the creeps (Funny, considering Jason was the serial killer here). She turned her body away in disgust. "I don't like the way he's looking at me."

Jason stood up and pulled her up with him. "Don't think you're getting away with this. We're going to have a nice, long chat when we get home."

They were half way through the club when the man came in front of them and blocked their way.

"Please, don't go yet." He held out his hand, "Nice to meet you, mister."

In Foxglove people were cautious not to easily give out their names.

Jason flexed his jaw and shook his hand politely. "How can I help you?"

"You have a very beautiful pet here," the man turned his eyes to the blonde, and a scowl appeared on her face. "I'd be happy to offer you a price to rent her for a night."

Barbara wanted to slap him. We. Said. No.

Jason started to shake his head no, but the man'd already reached out a hand and fondled Barbara's whip scars on the waist.

Goosebumps rose all over her skin at once and she smacked his hand away, her face flushed with anger.

"I do believe we share similar tastes," he said to Jason, mesmerized.

"That's good to know." A corner of Jason's mouth lifted into a stiff smile. He licked his lips. "I, uh, was worried for a sec that the three of us wouldn't be…compatible. But now…perhaps sharing isn't out of the question. "

Barbara looked up at him sharply. Hurt appeared on her face, but before she could say anything Jason squeezed her hand to silence her.

"Really?" the man asked, with a note of thrill in his voice.

"On one condition," Jason said, and he lowered his voice, "I'd like to be discreet about this encounter. No one should know about this."

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Jason's apartment

The man tried to scream, but could only whine against the duct tape on his mouth. Sweat broke out across his forehead as he regarded the couple standing before him with dread.

He'd been knocked out as soon as he'd stepped into this apartment. He'd then woken up tied to a chair, his mouth taped shut and his hands cuffed to the wooden table in front of him. But the highest object of fear was the set of tools that was laid out on the table before him. Each one sharp and deadly.

Barbara looked at the man with a savage interest, then she turned to look at Jason with curious eyes.

Jason didn't look up from the phone—the man's cellphone—in his hand, as he made sure their unfortunate guest hadn't told anybody his whereabouts. "Do whatever you want, Barbara. You're a big girl. But whichever hand he touched you with, it has to go first."

A radiant smile spread across Barbara's face. She trotted over to the table and picked up a small knife. She furrowed her brows. This would take too long. She switched to the biggest knife and winked at the bound man. "Better."

The man started to whine frantically as Barbara leaned close to him, his eyes widened in horror. Barbara grinned. "Didn't your mama teach you not to touch what's not yours?"

She swung her arm back and brought the knife down, and the knife cut into the man's wrist and met his bone. The man let out a muffled scream, his body writhing violently as blood gushed out from his hand.

Barbara held the knife tight. She tried to push it down, but it wouldn't go further; she tried to pull it out, to no avail either.

The man wailed and wept and whimpered in excruciating pain, his skin covered with cold sweat and his face quickly turning pallid.

"It's…stuck…!" Barbara grunted as she struggled with the knife, its hilt slippery from the blood.

Jason shook his head. "You're making a mess." He put down the phone and picked up a rubber apron from the shelf.

Barbara watched with fascination as he casually put on the apron and a pair of black rubber gloves, his demeanor smooth and relaxed. He was going to butcher this man…with grace?

She had much to learn.

Jason came beside her and swiftly dislodged the knife, eliciting a tortured cry from the man. Blood squirted all over them; the man shook his head in desperation when Jason quickly brought the knife down again, seemingly effortless, and the hand disconnected with its owner.

A strangled cry was all they heard before the room fell into silence.

Barbara's eyes went wide at the brutal image in front of her. "Is he dead?"

"With that much blood loss, he's dying."

Barbara picked up a smaller knife from his toolbox, one that had a thinner blade. She ran her tongue across her front teeth. "But I'm not done. I don't like the way he was looking at me."

Jason's lips twisted into an approving smile. She wanted his eyes. "Help yourself."

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When Barbara finished her shower, Jason had already done the clean-up. His kill room was once again impeccably clean. Everything was no different from usual, except for the faint smell of bleach and the extra bags of garbage in the corner of the room.

"That was fun," she chirped.

Jason turned around and murmured, "I'm glad you had fun." He stroked her hair, the affection in his eyes evident. He couldn't deny the deep connection that he felt with Barbara tonight. It was satisfying to see that she was no longer constrained by the prison that had once trapped her.

"But you're not getting away with your little tantrum in the club," he said, holding her chin tightly in his fingers. "What was that about?"

Barbara's eyes fluttered nervously as she took in his now humorless face. Being with the Ogre was like being at the mercy of the weather, except one could not rile up the weather, like the way she did at the club.

"The outfit was for your benefits," she held her chin up, "you liked it when the brunette wore it, didn't you?"

Jason frowned. The brunette?

Then understanding dawned on him and his lips curled into a tight smile. "You're jealous of the prostitute at the club, so you decided to dress like one to make me angry."

Barbara pursed her lips, neither admitting nor denying.

"Well, now you have my attention." Jason picked up her hand and brought it up to the ceiling chains—Barbara gasped in protest, and he shushed her—then he cuffed her hand to a manacle.

He secured her other hand to the chains, and Barbara knew better than to fight him. She swallowed, her mouth dry. "Are you going to whip me?"

"No, I'm not gonna hurt you, just gonna…" his eyes crinkled as he smiled, "enjoy my prostitute for the night."

He brought a gag to her mouth and she bit down on it, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

Barbara could feel her face heating up in anger. This was extremely, outrageously unfair! He flirted with a prostitute and she was the one getting punished! "Uuu aaa whhoo!"

Jason gazed at her, his handsome smile plastered to his face. "Did you just call me an asshole?"

Barbara shook her head. He couldn't say she did. She was gagged. She had the benefits of doubt.

"Oh, Barbara…" Jason yanked his tie off of his neck and tied it around her eyes.

Barbara breathes hard, her heartbeat thudding faster in the darkness. Jason unbuttoned her night gown and removed her panties, and she could feel her body getting warmer, from anxiety and excitement.

Then she heard Jason walking away, followed by the sounds of the cupboard opening and closing. When he came back, he parted her legs and Barbara could feel something pushed against her sex. She whimpered lowly from her throat.

Suddenly the object came to life—a vibrator!—vibrating against her clit. Barbara whined sharply and moved away from it, and earned a sting on her ass. A whip. She jumped in surprise.

"Next time you move, it's gonna hurt," Jason whispered in her ear.

She moved back and let it touch her and groaned softly. Jason started planting kisses on her ear from behind. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his fingertips. She couldn't have held back her moans if she'd tried.

Jason's erection pressed against the small of her back, the vibrator buzzing against her clit was unrelenting, building sweet, mind-numbing pleasure in her body. Like a compliant puppet in his hand, she was quickly becoming wet. Without warning Jason pushed two fingers inside her.

Barbara whimpered shakily, her muffled moans like music to his ears. He pumped his fingers in and out of her and she gripped the chains tight, moving her hips needily to give him better access. She moaned in ecstasy; her legs trembled as the vibrator hummed against her, persistent. Suddenly the fingers pumped harder, once, twice—and she screamed against her gag as her orgasm hit her fast and hard.

Barbara panted heavily as Jason withdrew his fingers. She whimpered and moved back when the vibrator continued to assault her sensitive pussy.

And the whip lashed her hip again, this time harder. She yelped in pain and moved right back, letting the vibrator touch her swollen clit.

"If you move again we're switching to your least favourite whip," Jason warned.

Barbara whined pleadingly, "Eeese". The vibrator was too much. Her legs shook and her body writhed, the continuous stimulation was unbearable. She shook her head imploringly.

But gradually the throbbing sensation started to build again in her lower belly, she moaned helplessly as the vibrator played her body like an instrument, pushing her towards another orgasm against her will. She was thirsty and hot. Her wetness dripped down her thigh and her cheeks burned with humiliation. Jason wasn't touching her anymore. Was he still here? Was he going to watch her as she came all over the place, having no control of her own body whatsoever? The thought sent surges of perverse pleasure throughout her, and she came again, her body convulsing.

She mewled weakly, out of breath, then she heard the door opening and closing. Had he left?! She tugged at her chains and whined in protest, but was soon claimed by the torturing sensations again.

When he finally came back and released her from the device she could hardly walk. She was sore between her legs and exhausted. She docilely let Jason lead her to the couch.

Jason unzipped his fly and let his cock spring free, then he pulled her down onto his lap, making her straddle him.

"No…" Barbara pleaded. She was so sore, it would hurt to ride him. "I can't…"

Jason smiled with mischief in his eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's how a man treats a prostitute, with no regard for her feelings or comfort. Are you still jealous of her?"

Barbara shook her head wearily. He'd flirted with the brunette, but she could never win with him.

Jason lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "I looked at her because her eyes were exactly like yours. The same shade of blue, so bright and deep…like I'd fall right in. But she wasn't you, and I only want you."

Barbara couldn't stop her lips from curving into a smile. He was lucky she believed him. If he ever betrayed her…she'd find a way to kill him. Once she regained her energy.

"Never dress like that in public again," he told her.

Barbara nodded, still smiling. He was jealous.

"You can't leave me hanging like this though," he murmured and placed her hand on his hardness.

Barbara bit her lip and batted her eyelashes at him coyly. Then she slid onto the floor and took him in her mouth.

Jason groaned and gently twisted her hair in his hand. "Why would you ever be jealous? I've spent years looking for you, Barbara…" he sucked in a breath when she swirled her tongue around him. "You're the one, not any of them," he rasped.

Barbara couldn't respond when her mouth was full. But she thought Jason had no reason to be jealous either. She was his captive, and had failed again and again to escape. With the instruments of fear and tenderness, he had a firm grip on her, yet he still got jealous.

Maybe they would always be possessive with each other, a result of the unyielding infatuation between them.

It wasn't sunshine and flowers. It was like alcohol, like drugs. It was like the things that would slowly erode her but she could not live without.

It was so real that it was palpable, like she could clutch it in her hands and never let go.

- End -

Author's note: Come on! If Barbara and Jason were together, what else would they even do? They'd probably spend all night killing and playing…playing and killing…endless looping.