<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/>"Damaged goods, eh? Huh." Jason rolled the phrase over in his head a bit, watching her thoughtfully as she smiled and stared down the long and decrepit road ahead of them. Jason had a hunch that this woman was right at home here, among the desperate and impoverish. Just as at home as he was, had been in the past and would most likely continue to be in the future. Much the same way the other inhabitants of Crime Alley could clearly detect one of their own and back off, she had a certain air to her that was familiar. In fact, it was familiar in more ways than one, and while he couldn't quite place why, he didn't bother to question her about it. He could care less how else they might've known each other of if they'd met before.<br/><br/>He had stopped over-thinking the situation by now, but even still, the pull of that same sultry voice further yanked him further from his own head as she continued to speak. He found that by now his lips had begun curving into a smirk that played off the suggestive nature of her tantalizing words, and that he was all too interested in the predatory look her blue eyes held by now. It seemed they were both letting their eyes soak up the view. It was no secret that he'd been giving her body a good, long look for quite a while now. He knew it, and he knew she did as well. The leather certainly complimented the woman's every curve just right, and he felt no need to deny himself the view. He didn't mind being on the receiving end either, though.<br/><br/>"You just get straight to the point don'tcha?" He chuckled under his breath as he cut the bike's engine and swung his leg over to the side where the bar rested. "I like that. I wouldn't mind buyin' ya a drink." He pushed himself up off the the seat and casually walked on by Selena, flashing her a grin as he continued forward. "The bikes'll be fine. But you might wanna call that big bad boyfriend of yours anyway. Tell him not to wait up..." He slowed up his pace a bit, giving the lady a chance to catch up. The night wasn't turning out the way he'd expected, but he damn sure wasn't complaining.