Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>His strong, calloused hand snatched her right wrist!  She fought him with all her strength but gradually, gradually he stretched it over her head and SLAMMED it down on the hardwood floor.  Her breath exploded from her.  It was over.  She knew it but kept on fighting, gritting her teeth, as his other hand caught her left wrist and SLAMMED it down.  She tried squirming but he had her pinned down, his legs crossed over hers, pressed down, holding her down.<br/><br/>She strained with all her might, the lean hard muscles in her arms tensing but he was just too strong.  In the end, it had come down not to speed or skill or even experience but to sheer physical strength.  And with his hard chest and his oh so strong arms, he had overpowered her, plain and simple.  She grunted and struggled in defiance as he held her.  His body pressed close against hers.  She could feel the cottony thickness of his sweatpants against the thin nylon/lycra of her tights.  His sweaty chest brushing against her clingy tank top.  She looked, breathing hard.  Looked up into those blue-grey eyes of his, her own brown eyes wide and gazing. His hair, black and glistening, damp and clinging, not unlike her own short dark brown hair.  Her breathing slowed, the moment stretching on...<br/><br/>"OMG!!!  WOULD YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF!!!  PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WORK DOWNSTAIRS!!!!  #@$#!!!  Trying to text in peace...," Marci muttered angrily, stomping back down the stairs.<br/><br/>Marci's sudden intrusion and outburst distracted both of them but Barb recovered faster.  Jason had eased up on the pressure of his legs weighing down on her and Babs took advantage of it.  Driving her knee into his crotch.  Hard.  "You lose," she smiled, rolling him off her and getting to her feet.  "I like Cantonese, we can order in," she told him, walking off and leaving him there as she headed back upstairs to take a shower.