Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Being on top of her the way he was...it was very distracting, especially when he met her brown eyes with his own. Her own short, dark brown hair was damp with sweat, the dry strands curving, much like his. His breathing began to slow in time with hers, and he was aware that he was remaining on top of her for much longer than what was usual. She wasn't pushing him away, or struggling at this point. Jason opened his mouth to say something when..."OMG!!! WOULD YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF!!! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WORK DOWNSTAIRS!!! #@$#!!! Trying to text in peace," erupted and spoiled whatever was going on. Distracted by that, Jason glanced over from where it was coming from, unsure if he was annoyed by it or amused. What did she think they had been doing while she was-...his thought cut off very abruptly as pain erupted from his groin.<br/><br/>Jason groaned lowly, letting Barbara roll him off of her. "That's...a low blow...you cheater," He forced out between painful inhales. He moved onto his stomach, pressing his forehead against his arm with his eyes closed tightly as he tried to control his shaky breathing. It hurt like a motherf u c k e r.  It probably took a good seven minutes of lying on the floor for him to get up. It still hurt, but it had begun to dull down. He walked from the gym room and back to his duffel bag, only to realize that he had no idea if there was another shower he could use. Sighing, he figured he might as well as Marci, since Barbara was showering, and he was NOT risking another crotch hit. That would be too much. Before going down, he placed the patch back over his scar then made his way downstairs.<br/><br/>His eyes resting upon Marci, Jason leaned his shoulder against the doorway, and pushing his hands into the sweatpant's pockets. "Marci," he spoke, meeting her eyes when she looked over, "would you know if there is another shower around here? Or...is there just one?" He asked simply, not thinking much about the fact he was basically showing off his body in front of the paralegal woman. He just knew he needed a shower, since he probably didn't smell the best at the moment, with the sweat still clinging to his skin, though he was no longer dripping in his perspiration.