<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/JasonToddpost.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Jason Todd, Robin<br/>Location: Crime Alley<br/>Tagging: Selina Kyle, Catwoman</strong><br/><br/>"Hey, hey, hey.<em>Someone</em>never bothered askin' for breakfast..." He shot back at her, flashing a familiar grin from just over his shoulder. "I usually just skip it myself, but hell, can't say I'd mind hittin' up a diner or something. Screw McMuffins. Stuff'll kill ya..." The statement was accompanied by a nigh unnoticeable wince as the soft underside of Selina's foot rubbed against one of his newer battle-scars. It was nothing serious, just a stab wound from one of those automatic stilettos all the poorer punks seemed so fond of. It had healed, sure, but the flesh was still tender, still sensitive. In layman's terms, it still hurt like a bitch. But, stab-wounds, gunshots, broken bones, they were all occupational hazards. For him, for Bruce, and for her too, it seemed.<br/><br/>He'd become rather well acquainted with her body over the past while, and over time he'd noticed a few things. An old nick on her elbow, a cut or two here and there, most likely from the same kind of knife that'd got him. He couldn't quite remember if he'd seen a gunshot or not on her anywhere, but that wasn't a such a shocker. After all, it wasn't as though he went out of his way to check during their nights together. Scars didn't show up on her as much as they did him, but in the back of his mind he sensed that there was more to her than he knew. Cop? Nah. Not the type. Plus he would've known immediately. Thug? She could certainly hold her own in a fight...but that seemed a bit off, as well.<em>No...No. Don't give a damn.</em><br/><br/>Jason's eyes shut, he tried forced the thoughts from his head, and when he felt that familiar embrace he was even more glad than usual. She definitely had methods of clearing all those distracting thoughts from his mind. That nibble on his lobe got his attention rather easily, he loved when she bit. And he loved to bite back when things...escalated a bit. But now was not the case, and he kept things tame when she slid around to his front. Her curves were his to explore, and he wasn't shy about letting his hands roam that soft skin. She moved in to kiss him and he accepted her lips with zeal, grasping her hips and tugging playfully at her bottom lip. The situation was looking promising, looking to get a little steamy, that is, until her phone began to go off, filling the room with sudden sound.<br/><br/>Jason furrowed his brow, tilting his head back to avoid the potential headbutt as Selina's head whipped towards her phone. He could see the weight behind the call, how wide her eyes were as her ringtone blared with the sounds of that classic theme, which he himself didn't quite recognize. She'd given him one more quick kiss, but he didn't move to stop her as she slipped away to answer the phone. Didn't even turn in his seat quite yet, merely listening to her voice carefully and intensely. He was trying to read her...he didn't like it, but he just couldn't help it and something was up. He could tell...but he just kept that to himself, for now at least.<br/><br/>When the phone call had ended, Jason shifted in the bed slightly, letting his back rest against the bed's headboard and crossing his legs leisurely over one another. "Awwww, leavin' already gorgeous?" He chuckled a bit, crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug. "It's fine, shit happens, I get it. Just watch your back." Despite the cogs turning in the back of his mind, almost subconsciously trying to piece together this situation, he offered Selina a smile. "Yep, just keep in touch. I'll seeya soon babe."<br/><br/><em>Yeah...I'll figure out what's what...guess I do give a damn.</em>