â€œNow, nowâ€¦â€ the ragged clown joked, noticing her hand moving over a hidden blade: â€œLetâ€™s not have this get violent- I donâ€™t want to ruin that nice outfit of yours.â€ Jason leaned back, admiring the surprisingly beautiful young female before him. Her golden hair was pulled tight, revealing a well-shaped face, and an elegant posture. Her dress slipped for a moment, and he noticed a white leotard underneath. He wondered how she would look without it onâ€¦He mentally shook off the thought.<br/>â€œI require directions, malady. Or perhaps we can work out some sort of a deal? I hear word on the street is that youâ€™re gang is bringing a, shall we say- interesting- shipment in this fine evening. I also hear that rival Gotham gangs are planning to put a stop to it.â€ He flew forward, pinning her arms to the seat, pressing his body against hers, restricting any unwanted movement.<br/>â€œHereâ€™s what I propose: I stop Falconesâ€™ thugs from disrupting your little party, and you let me end your bossâ€™s life. Sound good?â€ he pausedâ€¦<br/>Her warmth aroused him. Her breath on his neck tingled in a way he couldnâ€™t fully fathom. He realized that there were endorphins in his brain that were rushing about- basically, what people call love- and he feltâ€¦ vulnerable. He was unsure about what to do; yet, deep inside his animalistic brain, he knew that love and compassion still existed; he then realized he had been there too long.<br/>He leapt with grace and power back through the sunroof, gliding over the lights of the street westward- the direction for the docks.