Few glances were spared for a boy leaning against the wall next to a woman's restroom. People passed by, glancing curiously about his odd hairstyle and wondering the story behind it, but otherwise moved on about their business. No one noticed how his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, or the way his eyes hurriedly examined every soul that passed by him. No one saw his chest rising and falling at a quickened pace, and no one cared to notice the slightly strained mask of casualty he wore.

Thoughts flew through the boy's mind at a hundred miles per hour, racing and shifting topics so frequently he could barely keep up with himself. Jason hadn't been in such a populated area since returning from the grave (at least not without several weapons and layers of Kevlar). He couldn't help the creeping sense of panic he felt, especially since the person he was here with 'had to piss'.

He swallowed, pulling out his wallet and counting his money once more. Same as last time: $49.47. He needed to find new bars to hustle as the current ones were learning his tricks.

Aquatic eyes widened in shock and fear as a light slap on the back of his head alerted him to a presence behind him. He spun around, grabbing the person's wrist and pushing them into the wall. Only after he heard her grunts of pain and smell the familiar sea breeze shampoo in fiery red hair did he realize it was just Barbara.

"I missed you too, Boy Wonder." She said playfully. Jason laughed sarcastically into her ear and released her, putting on a joking face to match her own. No need for the public to think a strange boy with a silver streak in his hair assaulted the commissioner's daughter.

Said boy straightened out his leather jacket, brushing off his startle as though it were nothing. "How long does it take to pee, Barbie?" he asked sourly, stepping in next to Barbara as she made her way through the mall.

"A lot longer for girls than it does for guys, Jay." She said with a smirk on her face. "Besides, I was only like two minutes. Are you having separation anxiety or something?"

Jason smirked, a retort easily coming to his lips. He leaned down, throwing his arm across Barbara's back (still excited at how much taller than her he was). His lips barely brushed her ear as he whispered, "I could've said the same for you about twenty minutes ago in the car."

He smiled at the flush that brightened her cheeks almost instantly. She harshly elbowed him in the ribs, though he was sure he saw a hint of a smile at the fond memory of them having some seriously hot sex in the backseat of Jason's mustang. Even now he could hear her moaning his name over the pop music that quietly hummed in the mall. "Let's not go there," she said quietly. Though she sounded firm, he could hear the sly undertone in her voice that screamed we can go back there later.

He laughed, removing his arm from her shoulders. "Fine," he said, his gaze sweeping the stores in the mall. "Where to, Barbie?"

The smirk that suddenly lit Barbara Gordon's face made Jason uneasy, but also excited. After all, the last time he'd seen that look it had ended up in their first late night booty call. "You're going to help pick out some clothes." She said lowly.

Though his spirits immediately dropped, he hoped desperately that she was actually kidding. "You're kidding right?"

"Oh relax, you'll like the clothes I'm shopping for." She said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a store that he immediately recognized.

Victoria's Secret.

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Jason watched as Barbara twisted and turned in the mirror, examining how the black bra lifted her breasts, causing them to gain a slight sheen in the bright lighting of the dressing room. He had to admit that she looked incredibly attractive, even with her jeans still on.

She pushed her hands into her pockets, somehow moving his attention to the perfect curve from her shoulders to her ass. Jason licked his lips, suddenly glad he was wearing jeans.

Barbara turned to face him, bouncing up and down a couple of times to accentuate the way the bra fit. She smiled, watching his eyes stick to her chest. "What do you think?" she asked. She almost crossed her arms but decided against it. She wouldn't want to obstruct his view or anything.

Jason's mouth opened and closed as he tried to find something to say to explain how amazing her boobs looked in that bra. "Looks… good." He managed. He slapped himself mentally, but, hoping to make a quick recovery, came up with, "But it would look better on the floor." Smiling proudly, he watched her face gain a mischievous expression as she slowly (agonizingly slowly) approached where he sat on the small bench in the room.

His head tilted to keep his eyes on her face when she reached him, lifting herself onto his lap. The view was perfect – her face framed by the curve of her breasts. "Well," she said. Her voice was low and sultry when she whispered. "Then put it there." Her mouth was just above Jason's nose and she almost laughed when his eyelids dropped slightly at the sound of it. She kept her back arched and her knees planted on either side of his thighs.

A blush lit his face when his breathing hitched at the way she had both her hands toying with his hair behind his head. He decided his hands were not, in fact, useless and put them to use on her hips. Jason's thumb lightly rubbed a spot on her hip that he knew she loved while the other lightly brushed her side. The feeling of her soft skin beneath his barely-there touch was driving her crazy and he knew it. He moved both hands up, pushing them beneath the waistband of her bra and finding the clip that bound her breasts.

The soft skin spilled out of the shapely fabric as soon as he undid the clasp. Jason found that they were close enough to his mouth that he could lick her left nipple without even moving his head.

Barbara, however, did not seem keen on waiting for Jason to seize this opportunity. She slid forward on his lap, forcing his mouth around her. Her grip immediately tightened on his hair and her eyes closed tightly in ecstasy. His tongue circled her and his teeth nicked the tender skin on her breast as he moved his mouth around her chest. He placed kisses in all the right spaces on her body as he moved across her chest and took the other breast in his mouth.

Her chest rose as she breathed in a heavy gasp. Jason smiled against her nipple at the way she had to hold that moan in, causing her to do it again. Much to Barbara's disdain, the feeling of his warm mouth was suddenly no longer kissing her chest. Barbara opened her eyes to find Jason simply staring at her face.

"Stop that," she breathed. "Get back to work."

Jason smiled at her commanding, almost desperate tone. "Whatever you say, Barbie." He said. His hands moved back down towards her ass, cupping it lightly before gruffly picking it up and carrying her across the small space of the dressing room. The artificial walls shook as he slammed her into one, pinning her arms above her head.

His breath was heavy and low as he whispered mere inches away from her face. "Whose pants should I take off first?"

Barbara laughed breathily. "If you would give me my hands I could take my own off." She whispered. "We are on a schedule here, and we can't be very-"

"Ma'am," there was a small knock at the door, cutting Barbara off mid-sentence. She sounded nervous and awkward, though still pleasant. "Uhm, I'm afraid I'll have to ask your boyfriend to step out of there as you're disturbing the other customers."

The two blushed and Jason practically dropped Barbara and threw the bra and shirt at her as he walked towards the door. His eyes were widened, panic surfacing from the deepness of his oceans. "What should I do?" he mouthed at her, his eyebrows creasing in the center of his forehead. She looked at him as she clipped the bra behind her back and he subconsciously marveled at how easily she did it when it would've taken him several tries.

Barbara threw her shirt over her head and adjusted it before opening the door to the dressing room, a fake smile plastered on her features as though she'd been born with it. "Oh, I'm sorry, but he's not my boyfriend." Jason almost laughed because, despite the fact that Barbara was telling the truth and they were not technically dating, they were practically married. He, however, would be the last to admit that. "He swings for the other team, if you know what I mean," she whispered to the woman, who's eyebrows raised in awkward realization.

"Oh, ma'am," the woman said awkwardly. "I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding."

Barbara laughed. "That's alright. He's just helping me pick a little something out for my boyfriend. It's our six month anniversary tonight and I want it to be special."

You should've been on Broadway, Barbie.

After promising a discount for the mistake and apologizing to Jason for stereotyping him, the woman left the two alone in the dressing room. However, neither were quite in the mood to start what they hadn't had time to finish.

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So that's almost smut, right?

I promise there will be smut in this story. I just haven't gotten there yet. I've only ever written smut once and it wasn't published, so I'm kind of nervous about publishing anything. :/

Anywho, please review and I'm sorry that I suck so much at this 30 Day Challenge thing. I will definitely not be updating much this week due to Warped Tour and I'm going and I'm excited and adfgahfghad.

So I'll be in St. Louis for three days at the concert of my life and will definitely not be updating. I'll try to write though, so when I return home I can update several stories that night. No promises though.

Alright, I'm off to bed now.

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~Charlie~