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Jason had a plan to escape, it wasn’t a good plan, but a plan nonetheless. He had gotten sloppy in a fight against fifteen or so goons, had been hit from behind, and handcuffed to a chair. He had been injected with something about half an hour ago, but didn’t really feel anything, he wasn’t sleepy, or in any pain, no hallucinations, so he didn’t know what it was.
Fortunately the fools had left his feet untied, and hadn’t searched him for lock picks, just taken his helmet and jacket. He was in the middle of picking the locks when someone finally entered the rooms. He stopped picking the lock and slid the lock picks back up his sleeve, not wanting to be caught and risk them being confiscated.
“The drug should have taken affect by now, and you’re about to tell us everything we want to know.” The man speaking was tall but spindly, he was reminded of Douglas Adams, a David Bowie stacked on a David Bowie. He wore a doctor’s coat over scrubs, and was holding on to a clipboard, very old school. “We have tons of buyer lined up for the information you’re about to spill, I’m going to make a mint.”
Truth serum then, Jason guessed, that was dangerous, he had to keep his mouth closed.
“First off, what's your name?” Jason smiled, he felt the pull to speak, impossible to ignore, but he had a plan, he whispered his name so low even he could barely hear it.
“Speak up, what’s your name?” Again, he whispered, barely breathing his name out. Then the doctor made a near fatal mistake, he came closer.
Jason struck out with no hesitation, kicking him in the balls, when he bent over, Jason kicked again, hard and true, right to the face, knocking him out clean.
It was about that time the door burst open.
Batgirl stood in the doorway, hair mussed but otherwise a perfect angel. Shit, she was the worst person to show up now, there were tons of things he didn’t want her to know.
“Great timing, I’m almost out of here.” Jason grumped, while finishing off the cuffs and standing, he kicked the doctor in the guts as he stepped over him, just out of spite.
“Terribly sorry, I had to find a way through the wall of goons outside.” She sassed back.
“That’s what I like most about you, always a comeback,” Jason said before he could think about it, the drug must be really starting to take effect. Steph stumbled for a second before continuing to lead Jason out of the maze of back rooms.
“Keep quiet, I had to sneak in and we’re going to have to sneak back out.” She told him, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his secrets inside. They stealthily made their way to the bottom floor and out the door, just in time to hear the alarm go out. They slid into the darkened alley next door right as a parade of goons came bursting out.
“Find him, if he escapes we don’t get paid.” Jason heard as he stood in the shadows pressed very closely to Steph, breathing in her vanilla perfume, that she wore even though Bruce forbade scents. He waited until the footsteps receded before speaking.
“Well, it’s been great to see you as always but I’ve got to get home before the drug they injected gets worse.” Shit, he hadn’t meant to mention the drug. Steph tilted her head in question.
“What drug?”
“Truth serum, and it’s getting stronger with time.” Fuck. Steph seemed to get it at once.
“That’s really dangerous, we have to get you to the Cave now.” Oh hell no, he would rather climb out of his coffin again than be around the other Bats when pumped full of truth serum.
“Nope, I’m going home,” Jason told her and started walking towards his nearest safe house. She grabbed his arm and yanked him back with a surprising amount of strength.
“You have the ID of every super in North America in your brain, you’re going to the Cave, it's the safest possible place in Gotham.” Steph demanded of him.
“As much as I like it when you get bossy, but I’m gonna hafta go with no.” Jason responded, cringing.
“You like it when I’m bossy?” She questioned, he had hoped she hadn’t caught that. He bit his lip to keep his mouth closed.
“I like my women in charge,” burst out of him and he deflated like a balloon, the darkness of the alley hiding the furious blush rising from his chest.
Steph blinked a few times and giggled.
“Big bad Red Hood likes being bossed around by girls.”
“Just the hot ones,” that wasn’t helping.
“You think I’m hot?” He wishes she’d stop.
“I think you’re gorgeous, angelic, perfect even, from your golden curls, to your cute little feet, even though feet really aren’t my thing, yours are still cute. Please god shut me up.” He begged a distant and unforgiving god, who did not listen to his begging. “Your waist to hip ratio is perfection, like classic hourglass, your eyes are beautiful sapphires that always seem to sparkle with some sort of mischief and don’t even get me started on your ti-” Maybe god was listening after all. Steph cut him off with her lips.
She kissed him deeply and hard, sweeping her tongue in his mouth to caress his, cutting off its use in embarrassing him. When it ended he was panting and in shock, he just stared at her in bewilderment.
“I heard the goons coming back and you were going to give away our hiding place.” She explained.
“Feel free to shut me up like that whenever you want.” He told her honestly. He was fidgeting in place now, not sure whether she’d welcome him trying to kiss her or not, but he’d much rather be kissing her than rhapsodizing about her tits, either way he was liable to get slapped.
“Hm, maybe later, we have to get you out of here now, let's get to the roof.” She made for her grapple and he held on to her tightly as the sped upwards.
Maybe still means he has a chance, this truth shit wasn’t so bad after all, or so he thought until he got to the Bat Cave anyway. Though Steph did kiss him more in order to keep the peace while the antidote was brewing.