<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/JasonToddpost.jpg)</div>Name: Jason Todd, Robin<br/>Location: Crime Alley<br/>Tagging: Selina Kyle (Catwoman)<br/><hr/><br/>Jason hadn't been parked there long when the roar of another engine sounded off in the distance and began to grow closer and closer. He could tell it was a bike, motorcycles had a distinct sound, obviously. But hours put into his civilian job had taught him a few things. For example, he could tell that the bike approaching had to have something pretty powerful for an engine, probably something between 1800cc and 2000cc. He could also tell that it was coming up the road rather slowly, which, for an area like this, was strange. Most people didn't waste any time taking in the sights as they passed through Crime Alley, and zoomed right on by. The approaching bike, though? It was just coasting.<br/><br/>He didn't even turn his head to the bike as it began to slow, merely lowering it as he took another long drag and letting the smoke escape in the form of another sigh. Nobody he knew would've came looking for him down here, and Bruce had no reason to come down to find him, let alone on a motorcycle. There were much easier ways to get in contact. That said, Jason assumed the rider would be trouble, which was a damn shame. He'd been enjoying the silence, and on top of that, he really wasn't looking forward to some sort of fight right now. He dealt with those enough out in the field.<br/><br/>As the bike slowly pulled to a stop, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and pushed the smouldering tip against the black finish of his cruiser. What he expected was one of those paper-cut-out thugs, big, gruff and aggressive, five o'clock shadow, with one of those square, glass jaws that gave so easily under a good right hook, but he was pleasantly surprised to hear the sultry voice that greeted him. "Huh..." He glanced towards her out the corner of his eye and gave her only a shrug. Well...he supposed he was right in the end. That look she gave just screamed trouble...but he definitely didn't mind getting into whatever kind of trouble she would bring him.<br/><br/>"Oh just enjoying the scenery...Nothin' quite like Gotham City's night life." He said casually, shifting in his seat to face the woman. "It's pretty damn ugly...but I just can't stay away." He paused for a moment, giving the slums around them another look. "At any rate, look at you, stealing my lines. I could ask you the same thing." He commented with a smirk, looking her up and down, from her knee high boots to the leather jacket she wore over her red top. "You see, you don't really scream 'urban decay' to me. And these parts are pretty rough..."