DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias & Doomsday)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 19:48:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/spoileralert03_zps8pudcpgb.jpg)</div><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> None <br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, February 19th, 2015 } 00:40 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Northwest Gotham | Abandoned warehouse <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Redhood | Jason Todd<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> The Spoiler climbs to the top of an abandoned papermill. She spies on The Cluemaster and his henchmen below as they torture a police officer. Stephanie thinks back on what her father said only hours before at the house. The tortured cop knows nothing. The partner to the tortured cop is forced to use a radio against his will. Stephanie watches the cop in the police cruiser get murdered. The Cluemaster and his henchmen leave. Stephanie repels into the papermill, she checks to see if the cop is alive. He is dead. She thinks about leaving, but finds herself a little bit trapped.<br><hr><hr><br>The Spoiler, an acrobatic girl, light-footed gymnast, and naturally gifted climber had scaled the walls of the Finnegan Avenue paper-mill with silent ease. The building had been left without an active operation for over four years. It was dilapidated, and the city had condemned the structure for demolition in July of 2014. The paperwork was moving slowly, and the payments were hollow from the previous owners. It was still standing, and it was an easy building to climb. The Spoiler had gone completely unnoticed as she made her way to the roof. <br><br>Stephanie Brown was supposed to be at home, sleeping, preparing her body and her mind for the day of school that was now only five hours away. Even if she were in bed, she would be lying awake, worried about what her absurd father was going to do next. 'Better, I just stay one step ahead of him, in stead' She was burdened with a role that few teenage girls had ever been forced to play. She was under no illusion that she was the only girl in Gotham that hated her father. It was obvious to her that she hated her father more than other girl's ever could. Her life had been rife with abandonment, Arthur Brown had been in and out of prison her entire life, and her mother took a vacation twice a day on prescription versions of heroin and amphetamines in pill form. Listening in on Mr. Brown's affairs had become second nature to her. She was playing the role of her father's nemesis, in a wild game of criminal theft, murder, conspiracy, and childhood trauma. And, she was doing a damn good job. The Cluemaster's was working for one of the most prominent gangs in Gotham's history, and because of Stephanie, they were threatening to kill him. His own henchmen were starting to doubt his sanity. And, the Cluemaster himself was on edge. He was fed up with the actions of his daughter without having any idea that she was the one making his life so difficult. <br><br>Since his most recent incarceration, Arthur Brown had been give psychological treatment in an attempt to rehabilitate him, and keep him from living a life of crime. In Arthur's opinion, the therapy had done him well. He no longer felt compelled to be the Cluemaster. Now, he was just a criminal without a shtick. A villain without a signature. He was a faceless baddy in a city full of crime. So, his beautiful young daughter had gone to taking on the task for him. She had been sending anonymous clue's to the Gotham City Police, in the Cluemaster's form. She had cut up magazines, and glued different words to postcards in order to create messages, and she had even left little notes like this behind her father, at his crime scenes without his knowledge.<br><br>Earlier that night, at about 23:45, Stephanie had listened in to a phone call that daddy dearest had had with his employer. The memory of his angry voice rang "How many times have a I got to tell you. I'm not fucking do it anymore!" - "There's some one out there trying to frame me." - "I'm sure you know the bastard." - " No. No. Thats' not what I'm saying." - "Look, I'm working clean now. You know that. I've proven it." - "But I have." - "I'll solve this. I'll find this fuck. I'll tear his goddamned head from his body." Arthur had never been so violent, he had killed before, but he had never been convicted of murder, and he had never taken such an aggressive stance before. He was losing his mind, hald convinced that he had not given up his ways, that a subconscious part of his mind was still leaving clues. Stephanie's plan was working. On another phone call, at 23:49, Arthur had contacted one of his henchmen, "meet me at the papermill up near the docks." - "It's a quiet place, give us plenty of space to figure this shit out." Arthur was determined. He had already made over $200,000 since he had gotten out of prison eleven days before. He worked fast. He was smart, his plans were fool-proof now. Finding his new clue-giving shadow was the main priority. And it was time to get his henchmen working on the issue at hand.<br><br>So Stephanie made a clue for the night. She left only minutes after her father left the house, she stopped by the local police department, and she followed her father all the way to Finnegan Avenue. It had taken her a while to get into position. By that time, the police had already arrived. 'Only one car?' Stephanie felt like she had made the note urgent enough to send a whole squad. But, she had also been in a hurry, and perhaps she had slipped on a few details. She had expected there to be more than one car. <br><br>Clad in deep purple, black in the feint moonlight above a cloudy sky, hooded, masked, the eighteen year old vigilante was perched above a shattered skylight. She could see down into the warehouse below. There were cars left running, parked by the entrance to the facility. One of them was the police cruiser with the headlights left on, like a spotlight on the action below her. One of the cluemaster's 'employees' was standing above one of the cops with a shotgun aimed at the officer's neck. The man in uniform looksed scared, a handheld radio in his hand, and both of his hands on the dahsboard. 'Shit. I led them right into a trap.' Steph had devised a machine to record distant sounds. There was a microphone with a cone to collect feint whispers from almost 50 yards away. Her device could usually pick up sniffles and clicking boots through walls. She had a pair of headphones against the side of her head, and she was listening to conversation below. Her father, the cluemaster, had brought four of his henchmen with him. The other police officer had been tied to a chair in the center of the room. He was screaming agony, two toes shorter than he had been earlier that night.<br><br>Stephanie took the headphones off of her head. 'I fucked this one up.' She couldn't help but feel responsible for this, as her own father tortured and beat on one of the two men she had sent to the papermill. 'I could have spent more time on the clue.' She was full of regret and deep sympathy. Arthur was asking about who had tipped them off. How did they know that he was going to be here? Where's the backup? It was obvious that there was no backup. Arthur wanted to know if it was a cop with a bug somewhere in his home, or on his phone. The cop insisted that they had no idea where he lived. Arthur grew frustrated, and started to use a metal pipe, slamming the man's kneecaps into oblivion. Stephanie was growing ill. She could hear particular crunches, and snaps as the pipe mutilated the officer's joints.<br><br>She stopped watching, starting to doubt herself. It was starting to feel like her father would get away with anything. He was an intelligent man, and now that he was done giving the authorities hints about his plans, he was growing especially evil. Eventually, the shotgun fired, and blood splattered all across the inside of the police car. The cluemaster was done for the night. He left in his henchmen's vehicles, and left the tortured cop alone in the warehouse, presumably, to die of blood loss. So, Stephanie waited a minute, and watched the taillights disappear into the distance. Her father was gone. She repelled down into the building, and checked on the police officer left in the chair. He was already dead. 'Fuck.' She felt nauseous. There was nothing left for her to do here, 'See if I can beat my dad home, I didn't want to see this.' She was close to tears. Stephanie turned toward the east entrance of the building, two blocks away, her motorcycle was hiding in an alley way that no one ever used. But, she stopped her forward progress. There was a silhouette before her, at the entrance of the building. This figure was in-between her and her only way out.<br><br>Her face went pale. 'Oh fuck...' She didn't know who it was, but she did not have a good feeling about this secret presence. 'I'm sure of it. Everyone left. Who- wh- who is that?' Stephanie could barely move. She had been in mid-step, facing the unknown figure with uncertain body language. She looked like she might have been ready to fight, as well as run in the opposite direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 00:33:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Wednesday, February 19th, 2015 } 00:40 A.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Abandoned warehouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><hr><br>Jason had three main forms of locomotion throughout the city, but only one of them was quiet. He had been sniffing The Cluemaster's trail for a while now and knew that the guy was rolling with a heavy crew, and he didn't want to make a roaring entrance on his motorcycle, nor did he want the screaming jet engine of his Bat-glider to give him away. Bruce had imparted one other trick on him, though, and Jason found himself hooking through the city with a high-powered grapnel. It would stick firmly into concrete or metal, and zip him forward. Eventually, he was flying through the city faster than 50 miles per hour, a combination of his own forward momentum and the explosive pull speed of the device. But it wasn't as fast as he would have liked, and Jason was beginning to worry that he wouldn't get to the scene fast enough.<br><br>Another tip had come into the GCPD about The Cluemaster; Jason had an in with one of the detectives, and apparently the officers on duty didn't think the fucking Cluemaster was important enough for more than one squad car. While his sack of shit informant sat at his desk, he had at least enough decency to feed Jason the tip, and The Red Hood was away in a heartbeat. He didn't have a social life, and kicking asses was one of his few forms of entertainment anymore; He was a junkie waiting for his next fix, and if it wasn't going to be the Cluemaster, he had been tracking the movements of some more low level stuff on the street, to bust a small-time weapons deal between two small, rival gangs. He'd make it look like a misunderstanding between the two rivals that would erupt into a bloodbath, and of course, Jason would take care of anyone who didn't get shot up immediately and would know that someone had set them up the entire time. <em>Maybe next time</em>, Jason thought to himself, eyes focused forward on the facades of the buildings.<br><br>Eventually he arrived at the place specified in the cliche, <em>pieced-together-from-magazine-clippings </em>note delivered to GCPD. It was Cluemaster's typical style, though he had always been a little bit more subtle in the past. Now, it straightforward told them exactly where to be to catch the guy. It didn't make sense... But Cluemaster had recently done a turn at Arkham, and the warden had released crazier people before, so maybe this nut was just getting bad at writing his clues. As Jason landed in a graceful tumble about 50 yards away from the warehouse, he realized he was too late. <em>Fuck!</em> The police car was sitting there, alone, driver's side door hanging ajar, engine running, headlights focused on the corrugated wall of the warehouse. Jason could see a human form lying beside one of the tires, and as he came closer to the vehicle, walking with precarious silence along the asphalt, he could see the interior of the vehicle painted with a spray of blood, buckshot peppering the splintering windshield.&nbsp; Red Hood paused besides this body; It was warm, still gushing blood. He had just missed whoever had done this... Or had he? <br><br>Triggered by a quick ocular movement and a whispered command word, the world lit up around him in cold blue thermal vision. The body before him flared with bright greens and oranges, the blood all over the dashboard quickly cooling from green to blue. The engine, still chugging inside of the hood of the car was hotter than the human body, almost bright white to his vision. Standing up from his kneeling position, Jason could see another two forms inside of the warehouse. One of them was in a strange position, seated, but lying on his side. And just like that, Jason's heart began to beat rapidly, his mouth drying as he remembered a young man, wearing a yellow vest, green sleeves and green tight shorts, lying in a similar position in a warehouse not unlike this one. Breath ragged within his signature red helmet, Jason marched forward, feeling almost numb, trying to shake off that brief flashback of the most haunting moment of his life.<br><br>Standing in the doorway, he could see the other cop's cooling form, and he knew that he was dead as well. Gloved hands formed a fist as he turned his attention to the slender form standing over the police officer, no doubt having just finished torturing and killing the man. If it wasn't for those triggering memories, Jason might have approached the situation in a more detective-like manner, but to him, he saw a dead cop and the obvious killer. It wasn't the Cluemaster, but whoever it was, they were going to pay.<br><br>A moment later, the costumed villain noticed Jason's presence in the doorway, and they stood straighter. He couldn't tell if they were eyeing the exit behind him or were considering a fight, but Jason was going to pursue them and put them down, regardless. <strong>"You get off on torturing cops?"</strong> He accused angrily, as he began to enter the warehouse with this costume he had never seen before, and would likely never see again, after he was through with him. A quick flick of his wrist and he had withdrawn his long, wicked-looking combat knife from his belt, and was casually allowing it to pass between his fingers, clearly practiced with this blade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>22-11-2015, 22:27:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_super/9/98586/2189381-spoiler.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie sees that the Red Hood is with her. She turns invisible, draws her batons, and starts to walk backwards. She checks her surroundings. There is a description of the interior of the warehouse in better detail. Stephanie realizes that The Red Hood can see her. She panics. She rushes him, aware that her only real exit is still on the other side of the mysteriously creepy man in the room. Stephanie tries to drive both of her batons into The Red Hoods neck. <br><hr><hr>As the figure that approached passed in and out of indiscriminate sources of light, Stephanie was able to piece together his identity. She was absolutely petrified when the realization came. She knew exactly who had come in to pay her a visit. 'That's...fucking... the Red Hood.' Even the voice in her head was quivering. Adrenaline fired into her system. This was bad, 'He thinks I did this?... Or is he working with daddy?I do-' Both options put Stephanie into a tough circumstance. His suspicions would have been bad if anyone found her down here, but this particular mask had a mean streak of murder in his past, and he was already brandishing a knife. 'Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. It could all be a trick. Maybe he knows that I didn't do this and he wants to hear me explain my guess, just so that he gets more joy when he stabs me. OR! He just wants me to declare myself for the right team. I can't say that I did this just to avoid being killed by the Red Hood. Then everyone will think I did this. Oh god. I'm a completely new face, this is the first time anyone sees me! Really? Right now.' Stephanie didn't dare move, or speak. She didn't want him to know anything about her. She had already made a huge mistake by dropping down to see if the police officer had died or not. 'What were you gonna do Steph? Revive him from blood loss. So stupid. No time. Make a decision!' Stephanie felt cornered, trapped, she needed to get out of that warehouse and away from the Red Hood. <br><br>Stephanie reached for her hip and turned her invisibility belt on. She had no idea that her go-to-tactic would be worthless in a fight against the once dead mask, resurrected.<br><br>Once she was invisible she drew two metal batons from their place on the small of her back. Stephanie's instincts carried her backward. She was pacing away from the Red Hood, still facing him, keeping her eyes on his randomly lit, silhouetted figure, his flashing blade, spinning inbetween his fingers like schoolkids with a pencil in their hand.&nbsp; She took a few chances to check her surrounding area. There was an elevated section of the warehouse about 9 meters behind her, there was a lot rusted old machines up there, old paper-fabrication designs that took up as much space as a dump-truck. The walkways were thin up there, and there were wires, and cables hanging down from the broken supports above the machines. 'That looks dangerous.' Directly behind her, there was nothing but some empty space, some decades old tires, and scrap pieces of junk metal lying on the floor, the windows on that wall were almost 15 feet in the air. 'I have a rope.' Spoiler's inventory was small, 'but that's not gonna help me here. Fuck.' She checked her left, but it was more of the same, high windows, exit doors nailed shut with plywood, and scraps of sharp rusted metal all over.<br><br>'I can't take the chance of getting stuck in those wires, or running to the back wall just to find out th- oh....oh uh--' Stephanie noticed something, and she didn't like what she saw. Besides the fact that her only exit was still on the other side of the Red Hood; he could still see her. She knew what it looked like when some one was staring straight at her, she was a gorgeous blonde head teenage gymnast. She could feel peoples eyes from half way across the school. The Red Hood had locked on, he wasn't scanning the way that she was. His steps were direct. Stephanie's heart started to beat in her throat. It felt like she couldn't breathe. Her legs were springs ready to try and jump for the high windows above her head. She was running out of space, her backwards paces were slowing to a full stop. 'I've gotta go. I've gotta do something.'<br><br>She was still too afraid to announce her position. The Red Hood only needed one reason to slide that knife deep into her gut. She was better off giving him the half reason that he already had. In her mind, she was hoping that his heart wasn't fully involved in taking her down, and slicing her open. But her instincts were firing at full speed, and maximum pressure. 'This is it. I'm gonna die.' Her brain wasn't cooperating with her, she shook her head and stared down her enemy with the intent to engage him. 'I have range. He has a knife. I have two batons. I can bull rush him, run passed, and go for the door.' Before she was done with her thought she was taking hard long steps directly toward him. She had her batons in an 'X' in front of her face, and she was taking high knee steps in a full sprint in a short distance. <br><br>The Spoiler charged the Red Hood, jumped, spinned, and twisted her body downward, both of her batons were coming down on to Red Hood as if she was throwing a haymaker right hand. One was aimed for his temple, the other was aimed for the neck, just above his left shoulder. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 04:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qeu3Kt8.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason watches his opponent consider their next move, defends himself against the double baton bash. Tries to stab Steph, gets her cloak instead, tries to grab her wrist with his free hand and twist it around in attempt to put her on the ground in a painful manner.<hr><hr><br>Jason didn't know what he wanted to do with the blade twirling around in his hand. It had been drawn on an impulse; He should have been trying to subdue this opponent, to glean as much information about The Cluemaster as he could. And then, if necessary, he might pull the knife out, to incur a bit of honesty out of his victim at the very least. But he could almost fool himself into thinking he had walked in on The Joker and a scared little boy with five broken ribs, a severe concussion, a collapsed lung, internal bleeding... He wanted revenge for the Jason Todd who had died that night. He hadn't had a part in Joker dying, but he could at least pretend for a little while.<br><br>He saw them reaching for the belt on their waist; Jason didn't know what to expect, so he stayed loose on his feet, prepared to roll outside of the warehouse if it came tumbling down on him, or to roll towards his attacker to put them down. But... Nothing happened. At least, not at first. Jason couldn't tell what they had done until he switched off his thermal spectrum, to see absolutely nothing there. His head cocked curiously to the side by a fraction of a degree, before he invoked the heat vision once again. <em>Ahh. Invisibility. This should be fun.</em> Batman had taught him a lot of things, and one of those was that your advantages over your enemy should be exploited to make them fearful of you. So as he drew his weapons, and began to slowly backpedal, his eyes tracked her, and though she couldn't see the grin underneath that impenetrable red helmet, it was wide and sadistic. At first, maybe his opponent could have believed that Hood was listening for the sound of footsteps, but it was quickly obvious that the invisible man was a silent as a whisper, and that Hood had other means of following.&nbsp; They glanced up at the second story of the building, which was a wreck of creaky wood, rusty steel and dangling cables. If they were brave, they might chance it, but Jason wasn't afraid to follow them through hell and back, a little bit of industrial hazard didn't faze him. <br><br>A moment later, they paused, having come to this realization. Jason took a step closer, the spinning blade in his hand ceasing and resting in his palm, blade facing the torn up rafters of the warehouse, ready to either lash out at them, or to fly freely from a snap of his wrist. At this range, he could have killed them easily, unless they were faster than he gave them credit for. But Jason wasn't thinking clearly, still, an egregious amount of testosterone and adrenaline surging through him. Fighting sometimes got him hard.<br><br>As he analyzed the situation, inspected his opponent, it felt like minutes of tense silence had passed, but from them going invisible until the moment they began to unexpectedly charge at Jason, not even ten seconds had passed. It was a bit of a surprise, but not an unpleasant one; Whoever was under those idiotic purple sheets was much, much faster than he had anticipated. But The Red Hood was fast, too, and his opponent would realize this as Jason thrust his forearm out to his left side, pinning it against his head, the weight of a steel baton ringing against his forearm hurting like hell for a second, but it had glanced at such an angle that Jason knew nothing had been broken. The other baton found its mark, clanging loudly against his helmet, but Jason had craned his head to the side just enough that it was a glancing blow that ended at his shoulder.<br><br>His knife in his right hand, he immediately stabbed forward, but his opponent managed to wriggle to one side as they fell to the Earth, though he heard a satisfying tear of fabric as it passed cleanly through their stupid cloak. His other hand reached for the bony wrist clutching the baton at his left side, and he gave a violent twist, hoping to put them on the floor, with or without a broken arm to show for it. <strong>"You're gonna pay for what you did, scumbag!"</strong> Jason roared angrily as the two fighters engaged in close combat though they couldn't have imagined the hell he was reliving and the visage of the Joker as he tried to maim the invisible punk before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>24-11-2015, 09:17:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_super/9/98586/2189381-spoiler.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie tries to reverse Jason's armbar, by spinning under the hold, and continuing momentum to twist his arm. She ends up on the ground in order to complete the maneuver. While on the ground, she can feel that she twisted Jason's arm, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it's working. She tries to look at him to gauge the effect of her hold. She can't see, her hood almost falls off. She tries to pull Jason down face first into her foot. <br><hr><hr><br><em>Steph was almost dizzy, even when she wasn't actively spinning.</em> <br><br>There were instincts inside of The Spoiler that she hadn't really felt before. She was legitimately terrified. Her body was juiced up higher than she had ever felt it. She felt stronger, she felt faster, she felt like she was using her mind to it's fullest point of focus. There were no extra-curricular thoughts as she engaged with The Red Hood. This was real life or death, and Steph was not going to let it end like this.<br><br>She could feel both of her batons make contact with two distinctly different <strong>&gt;Clunks&lt;</strong>. Stephanie had nearly shut her eyes when she was about to make contact, an old habit that she was still struggling to kick. Her sub-conscious did the heavy-lifting for her, she watched closely 'where' and 'how well' the weapons struck her opponent. She cataloged the contact points in her memory without a thought. Her body reacted to the success by flushing her system with rewarding chemicals; a surge of pride overcome her senses. Steph hadn't really expected to hit him at all. He was an absolute bad-ass by reputation.&nbsp; A small grunt came from her chest, feminine, but not in an obvious way, and quiet. The baton's bounced off of their contact points, as her training had suggested for years. Every kick, and every punch had a pull-back motion at the point of contact. It had been cemented into her muscle memory. <br><br>Dodging the knife had come with reflex and muscle memory as well. Steph had been in all of these situations before, when this was over, she would be able to see just how well she had handled herself. No part of her realized that the fight had just begun. In a way, she imagined herself back in the dojo, sparring with another black belt. The Red Hood was fast. He was sure. He had fantastic form, and his motions were fluid. Fortunately, Stephanie had dodged this attack ten thousand times, it was only the first time that a real blade had been involved. She could hear the knife go through her cape, and only then did she realize how quiet it was inside of that warehouse. <br><br>It was the sound of death. 'Oh my god, there's a dead man in the room.' The thought was wordless in her mind, but it still distracted her for a split second or two. Stephanie left her guard high for a moment too long, and the strong hand of that solid red face clutched her wrist in a way that she had never really been touched before. Another rush of energy. 'No.' Stephanie could feel her body being pulled downward, and her arm was bending the wrong way. 'Big no!' She was horrified at first, that he had managed to grab her, but she was still imagining that dojo, and she had reversed this hold before. Her thumb had turned down, and was now facing outward. Jason was trying to pull her face down into the ground. Straight down, no flip, just a brutal downward yank. It was working a bit too well.<br><br>One of Stephanie's batons tumbled toward the floor. Her body seemed to know what to do right before she did.<br><br>Stephanie would have smiled if the muscles it required to do so were important. Instead, she flowed into Jason's motion. And just as he finished speaking, Stephanie's upper body went low, very low. She hadn't really heard what the man had to say. It was full of anger though, and Stephanie could hear that tone in several distinct ways. That was bad. Stephanie didn't have time to think about the implications of his emotions. Over the years, steph had learned one or two ways to get out of this standing armbar. She imagined herself in the shape of a bird, and her muscle memory did the rest. Her cape fluttered first as her shoulders completely turned a circle. Her left leg stepped across both of their bodies and stretched far to Jason's left side. Steph clutched his wrist with her own hand, and squeezed tightly. The sound of her baton bouncing off of the concrete below rattled throughout the dead silence of the warehouse. Stephanie had been moving very quickly. She was a flexible little bitch, dropping to her right knee downward, her left long, still stretching out as her body lowered. She didn't want to wrap her arm around her throat, so she used the momentum for strength and arched her back to an extreme angle, and performed a limbo under each of their arms, passing beneath quickly. <br><br>Stephanie turned his wrist, she could feel it. <br><br>She had twisted, dropped, pulled, turned, and reversed the arm bar on Jason. Unfortunately, she couldn't see what he was doing, facing away from him. She looked up, bending over backwards again to try and get a glance of his reaction. Her hood felt like it wanted to slide off. She could barely catch a glimpse of him, and that hadn't even lasted long. Stephanie was still finishing the reversal. She was low to the ground, yanking downward.She had dropped all the way to her left hip, and her left leg was folded in front of her. She had her right leg outstretched above her head, like a swan! <br><br>With any luck, she would pull The Red Hood down on top of her, and make him fall face first directly onto her heel. With bad luck, he could just stab her with his free hand and end the fight. Stephanie didn't have a back up plan, but she felt like she had a good grip, and Jason would have had to turn his shoulders to protect his elbow from popping. Everything felt right. She had spun away from his knife, and this move was chosen to keep that knife away from her body.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 03:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qeu3Kt8.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason lets her dislocate his elbow, refusing to fall down into her boot. Instead he kicks her in the left side of her head with his boot, and falls onto his back from the momentum of his kick, hoping to break her hold on his wrist in two separate ways. Moving quickly, Jason tries to straddle them and punch them with his right fist, having dropped his knife as he fell to the ground.<hr><hr><br>Jason thought he had him, as he twisted the son of a bitch's arm behind his back, waiting to hear a familiar joint-popping sound as either her elbow or shoulder was separated. Even worse damage would be done to the ligament around the shoulder; He remembered when Bruce had took him by the arm and named each muscle and tendon in that arm, telling him how much weight that muscle could resist before it tore, how far the shoulder could be twisted before a man might scream. Back then, Bruce had been far too big for him to spar with, so he had tested the move on Dick Grayson many times, though without delivering that final, painful twist of the wrist that triggered a reaction up the arm. <br><br>But Dick had a way of showing off when he wanted, and as the purple cloak dipped low, <em>low</em> in his grasp, immediately reversing the grip, it gave him flashbacks of his elder 'brother', and the way that Robin had shown off to him one afternoon, eluding the attack in a similar manner. But back then, Dick had done it just for fun, pulling Jason down into a topple on top of him. This time, as Jason's left shoulder rotated painfully in a clockwise motion, his opponent's weight dropped to the ground, just as Jason expected, but a foot was raised high into the air. They were going to use their own falling weight, and Jason's falling weight, to deliver a stunning kick right to the head. <br><br>But this bastard reversed the move with the same assumption that Dick had carried a decade ago. That Jason would <em>have</em> to fall with them, and take the big boot to the head. The red helmet he wore could take bullets, but it didn't mean it could dampen a wide-area blow without dizzying him. But he didn't have to fall, didn't have to re-reverse her grip on him at all. Jason just... Stood his ground, and let his left arm twist at an extreme degree. He had been expecting to hear the popping sound in the purple cloaks arm, but that distinctive noise came from Jason's own instead. He screamed in pain as muscles tore, but he was now standing over the hooded cop-killer, staring right into the white slit of their eyes, from the white slit of the eyes of his helmet. They couldn't see his lips raising in a snarl underneath his facade, but he was more pissed than before... Although a little bit impressed, as well.<br><br>He was off balance, his heels turning against his will as the hood ducked under his arms and twisted one of them, but Jason still managed to deliver a kick to the side of their head, putting most of his weight behind it. The big kick carried two means of allowing him to escape their grasp on his wrist; The first was that he was hoping it would knock them out or fuck with their head and cause them to lose grip. The second was his failsafe; He had put so much weight behind the kick, anticipating that he would fall down as his balance was thrown out of his control. As he fell onto his back, it countered the motion the hood had created as they had twisted beneath him. Still, there was a price to pay, as he landed right onto his dislocated elbow, wheezing in pain, tears brimming in his eyes. He hadn't hurt like this in a while, but he hadn't been this excited in a while, either. <em>I'm so glad they're making this fight worth it.</em> Still supremely confident in his own abilities, almost to the point of arrogance, Jason couldn't consider a scenario in which he would lose this one.<br><br>Jason dropped his knife out of his right hand as he rolled over and sat right on the purple hood's torso; That same hand formed a fist, and that fist powered downwards, jabbing at their face, hoping to break something inside of that mask, and knock their head back against the broken concrete flooring of the warehouse. If that worked, he had them. He would make them talk, then decide what to do with them, depending on how guilty they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 06:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_super/9/98586/2189381-spoiler.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> The Spoiler is kicked in the head. She clutches her cranium in agony, and loses track of the fight. She is mounted by the Red Hood. She barely avoids one punch, tries to block a punch that the Red Hood never threw. She thinks that a right, left, right, left combination is going to come. She whiffs at the air to her right, and gets punched in the head and neck. She whips her baton into his dislocated arm. Stephanie panics and attempts to roll on top of Jason. She overlooks the fact that she's not strong enough to do this. So, she decides to get as close as possible in order to wrestle with him on the ground.<br><hr><hr><br>Stephanie had a very particular thought when she didn't feel Jason's body come down on top of her. 'That's weird.' She felt like she had popped something of his, 'people aren't supposed to just stand there.' In the dark, with the action behind her, she couldn't register what had happened, she didn't even know if his arm was still twisted. It felt like he had allowed her to dislocate his shoulder. When he screamed in agony, it was more than obvious that she had done some damage. But it was impossible to distinguish how much had been dealt. As her thoughts turned on her, she realized too late that it would have been smart to let go of his arm. Stephanie was too busy trying to figure out what had just happened. 'People don't do that.' She was expecting him to fall down into her trap, or counter her reversal with one of his own. He could have twisted with her again. Someone that would have expected her to twist and spin might have been able to leap over her outstretched foot. At least, theoretically. 'If only I had gotten a good look! That can't be. Why would he ju-' Her thought process was interrupted when The Red Hood's boot slammed into her skull. <br><br>Bells started to ring, high pitched squeals that had come from inside of her head. Stephanie forgot how to breathe for a moment, even though her mouth was wide open in reaction to the strike. She closed her eyes, and still saw the color white. 'That really hurt.' Stephanie had no idea what had happened, but her hand released it's grip on Jason's arm. She retained one of her baton's still, the other was lying around on the floor somewhere. The whole of the fight might as well have been deleted from her memory. Cobwebs filled the places where memories were suppose to form. Suddenly, that popping sound, and the scream that Jason had released right after ward all became background noise. She had been concussed, and she didn't remember the reversal arm-bar at all. Stephanie's instincts told her to open her eyes, to roll away from The fight, get back into a defensive position, put up a guard, locate her missing baton, and focus. Instead, she clutched for the back of her head in pain with the free hand that had just been used to twist Jason's arm out of it's socket. She might as well have been holding a picnic basket in the other hand, it was loose and hanging down, resting on the ground beside her hip. She was flat on her back. If she wasn't careful, she was going to lose this fight quickly.<br><br>The sound of Jason's knife bouncing off of the floor mixed together with the <strong>&gt;Hmmph&lt;</strong> that his body made as it collided with the ground. Stephanie hadn't registered what either of the sounds could have meant. She only remembered that her opponent was the Red Hood, the memory of the knife was vague and dreamlike. If Stephanie knew just how successful her arm-bar had been, she might have been able to fight through the pain, and the fog in her mind that the kick had created. If she had gotten to her feet, she might have been able to destroy him, and beat him down through his half broken guard. the young female fighter would have been able to see that one of his arms had been damaged badly. But, before she knew what was happening, her opponent was climbing on top of her with an aggressive nature. He was too strong, the strongest man she had ever wrestled with. She had never felt so weak, physically, in her whole life. As Jason mounted her, she felt helpless, it felt like he could have done anything he wanted. <br><br>She opened her eyes just time to see that he was pulling his arm back, preparing to put one of his fist's down in to her face.<br><br>Steph jerked almost every muscle in her upper body to her right, in the direction of Jason's dislocated limb in order to lean into the oncoming punch from the other hand. She could hear his right hand make contact with the concrete below. Stephanie had each of her arms free. Somehow, she had managed to gain control over them as he straddled her. Her fight training told her to use her baton to stop his next punch. She knew that his left arm would be coming down from the other side already. So she clutched the two far ends of her baton and shoved the weapon up and two the right, toward the oncoming fist. The pole between her hands made contact with nothing but intangible air. 'what?' Stephanie had made no contact with his limp left arm. He hadn't even swung with it. <br><br>'But, his right hand is coming again!' Stephanie was already leaned far to The Red Hood's left side, so her only move was to lift her head away from his punch. She succeeded, mostly. He was unable to catch her weak chin, but he had managed to hit her on the side of the head and neck, under her ear and behind her jawbone. It was a glancing blow. 'Owe!' It still hurt, especially after the minor concussion.<br><br>'He's crippled.' Stephanie suddenly remembered that she had damaged him then. Her memory did not rush back to him. But she could precisely remember that <strong>&gt;Pop!&lt;</strong> She tightened the muscles up and down her torso. She lifted herself toward him, and away from his jabbing right hand. Stephanie released the baton with her left hand. She whipped it around and aimed for his upper left arm. The baton smacked against Jason, right on the mark, eleven inches south of the dislocated joint. She didn't even know where the pop had happened before he had kicked her in the head. Steph continued her assault from the ground, she jabbed her baton upward into the Hood's face, but she missed. Frantic, she couldn't even tell if she had missed the mark by accident, or if the Red Hood had shifted away from the blow.<br><br>Either way, Steph was panicking. She rose her left arm up to try and protect her face from any more right handed punches. She had her baton behind his head, and she knew that he wouldn't be able to do much with his left hand. Stephanied turned the grip that she had on the weapon, Her arm was on one side of his neck, and her baton was on the other. Stephanie pushed her left hand into his right shoulder, and tried to force him away, pulling him with her right arm, attempting to roll him onto his tattered shoulder once more, and eventually, on to his back. If she was successful, she would have rolled with him, and put herself on top of the situation, and that was literally. She felt like she was getting closer and closer to death with every passing moment of the fight. Even though she was winning, it didn't feel like it. One wrong move, and The Red Hood could rip her in half with his knee bones. <br><br>Stephanie could tell that this rolling move wasn't going to go as planned immediately, she wasn't nearly strong enough to move him. But still, she forced herself inside of his range, and the two of them into a grapple. 'I've got to win in a grapple right. He only has one good arm.' Wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 06:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason punches several times with his good arm. A miss, a clip, a block. When Spoiler tries to flip him over, he willingly complies, and goes to grab her throat. His 'bum' arm is better than it seems as he reaches up to grasp Spoiler's chest. Realizes Spoiler is a girl. Slightly embarrassed and aroused, releases the grip on her throat, waiting for her to kick his ass as he abandons his advantage.<hr><hr><br>He didn't think he needed that left arm for this fight. It was weak now, and he wasn't sure if he could have lifted it if he had tried. It just dangled there, and he was even having trouble forming a fist with it, let alone swinging at her with it. An average human might have needed serious medical attention, but Jason would be fine in a couple of days... He didn't know the full extent of the abilities he had gleaned from the Lazarus Pit- He hadn't stuck around long enough to ask, considering the mania that had overwhelmed him- but he knew that a dislocated shoulder and nerve damage was nothing significant anymore. Jason had free-fallen a dozen stories before and broken most of everything in his body, and he was fine a week later. It was his only real advantage over other masks like Dick and Kate.<br><br>But Jason thought victory was close. One straight punch to the face would knock loose some teeth and rattle the brain some more. He didn't think it would kill them, but certainly would put them to sleep for a time, and Jason would be waiting to ask them some very personal questions. The way the purple-hooded shrimp clutched his head after Jason had kicked it had been satisfying, but he had assumed it had done more damage than it had, for when his right fist came crashing down, the hood darted his head to the right, and Jason's fist collided hard against concrete. His gloves had enough padding that he didn't hurt at all, and the impact had made a satisfying crunching noise, but he had missed... And he realized now that this might not be as easy as he had imagined. As he quickly raised his one working fist back up to strike again, the hood managed to raise an arm to block, but... Apparently, they had been anticipating a left from him. <strong>"Sorry pal, nothin' doing over there!"</strong> He roared, crashing down with another right jab. This time, he connected, but like earlier, when Jason had managed to avoid the worst of his batons by angling his head to the side, the purple hood squirmed into Jason's punch just enough that the fist didn't come right into the nose like he had planned, but went off of the jaw and the neck. Still a good hit, but not a good night love-tap like he had imagined.<br><br>Jason was pulling back for a third punch, moving very fast for a man with only a single functional arm for the time being, but his opponent had too many opportunities to not make the most out of one of them. They swung upwards at him, striking closer to his dislocated elbow than his dislocated shoulder, and he howled again, the pain blinding for a moment. He wouldn't let it debilitate him though; Batman had taught him to fight through the worst conditions, external and internal. Broken limbs, separated joints, those were excuses. He was readying his third punch when that same baton was thrust towards his face, and he angled away from it. The ineffective attack was at least enough time to buy the purple hood a little bit more time, for when that fist finally came down, it met with a forearm to block it. Not many could go toe to toe with Jason Todd like this; He was already quite impressed, and becoming slightly worried about the outcome of the fight.<br><br>He tried to wind back for another, but his opponent grasped him by his good shoulder, and the other one grabbed the left sleeve of his jacket. He knew what the purple hood was trying to do, but Jason had an idea of his own. So he rolled with the momentum, allowing himself to go onto his back, moving faster than the purple hood could have hoped for. And as soon as he was, Jason's right arm shot forward, as did his left. His good hand grabbed him by the throat, instantly squeezing with violent force, the other went for his attacker's chest, hoping to grab him by the costume and shake him with as much strength as that left arm possessed. <em>I've won!</em> He screamed in his mind. They wee too close now for that baton to be much good for the purple punk, as Jason leaned up, helmet only mere inches from the dark mask of this would be assassin. <strong>"When I'm done with you, I'll find Cluemaster and kill him too..."</strong> Jason growled, though immediately afterwards, something... Happened.<br><br>His grip on their neck loosened, considerably. His left hand, still tingling painfully, felt something odd beneath his opponent's chestpiece. Armor? No. Something... Soft. A breast. This was a woman he had been fighting the entire time. Jason didn't know if he should be impressed or humiliated. The illusion he had been indulging in of the Joker was shattered now, as good as the ligaments in his elbow.<br><br><strong>"You're... A girl?"</strong> He asked cautiously; Jason's hand didn't move away, either, and he was fully groping her now. He had already been a little bit erect from the adrenaline and excitement, but now? He was throbbing. A fight always worked him up like this, but it wasn't often that his opponent was a woman. He knew he should be expecting a punch from her soon, something with a lot of weight and anger behind it. He probably deserved it too. He had been distracted the entire fight, and was undoubtedly going to pay for it now. He could have ended this the moment he grabbed her throat, but now he was just clutching her by the shoulder, waiting for her to make the next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 01:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_super/9/98586/2189381-spoiler.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie continues to panic as her undeniable defeat draws closer and closer. She thinks about how much she is being turned on, angry with herself for having a submissive side to her sexuality. It doesn't help her when she's losing fights. She can feel him choking her to death. It turns her on and scares her at the same time. She realizes that Jason is on her side, but she can't speak to tell him that. She feels a brick in her hand, considers smashing him with it. Jason's grip loosens around her neck. She is able to talk. She asks him about the cluemaster. She sets the brick down. She tries to make her case, and explain to Jason that the two of them shouldn't be fighting. But she is interupted by Jason's next move.<br><hr><hr>Although he had damaged his arm, it didn't seem to bother him nearly as much as it should have. It was terrifying.<br><br>As the two of them tangled in a consistently fast paced rhythm, as the warehouse around them filled with the sound of impacts, the grunting, and screaming of the only man in the room, his frustrated banter, the sound of her struggling against his strong grips, and his powerful arms. Stephanie's adrenaline was reaching its pick levels. She was starting to white out when she blinked instead of seeing black. Being so powerless was a sensation that she hated to love, and loved to hate. It had only happened a few times in her life outside of the bedroom, and most of the time, it was when she was going around as Stephanie Brown. The Spoiler had only been held down like this once before. The struggle was firiing her up, making her grow desperate to break free. Jason was still managing to overcome her with only one good hand, and as he continued to batter her with comments, and insults. It occurred to her that he thought he was fighting a man. She was offended and relieved at the same time. <em>'If I ever get out of this. He'll never be able to figure out who I am. But why does everyone think I'm a man. I'm wearing tight clothes, I wish I had bigger tits.'</em> Steph wasn't going to get out of this, and her frantic mind wasn't helping the situation. She was embarassed for herself, thinking vain thoughts in the middle of a struggle for her own life.<br><br>Sure enough, she had been unsuccessful in her attempted roll. She had rolled too fast, too far, nothing had been gained, and she was losing ground. <em>'Oh god. Oh jesus. fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'</em> The rhythm of their fight kept pounding around them, like powerful dance music, insulting the dead body beside them like some kind of horror themed music video. The Red Hood powered through the pain, and started to use both arms. Jason's hands were so strong, she was starting to feel turned on. He was choking her, she was on her back again. The Spoiler had a kink, and every now and then, that sexual excitement that she felt when she was held down in bed came out while she was fighting. Stephanie loved to be choked during sex, keeping her from breathing worked against her in a fight on a number of levels. She lost strength in her muscle, she naturally submitted to the sensation, and her little pussy got squishy whenever a hand was wrapped around her neck. Not to mention, her opponent had a sexy voice, even when he was angry. Jason was talking again. But Steph was too horrified and aroused to truly listen. She had had no choice though, picking something up in the context of his anger. <em>'He's not working for the cluemaster? Is the Red Hood on my side? Oh god. He's gonna kill me.' </em><strong>"I--I Ah-ha-at -uh- -eehl-"</strong> she tried to respond to him, but his grip was too tight on her throat. <br><br>The idea of being choked to death wasn't sexy. But her body was convinced otherwise.<br><br>Steph's left hand landed on something big, something on the floor, it was heavy, rocky, <em>'a brick?'</em> Yes. It was a brick, she gripped it, prepared to slam in against the Red Hood's evil red face. But, something changed right before she swung it up against where his temple ought to be hiding. <br><br>As her girly voice cracked through his grip. She could also feel his injured hand settle onto her right breast. It was a violating feeling, one she had felt before out on the prowl as The Spoiler. A particular memory came to mind, a night that involved four men and the Tigress&nbsp; playing the role of hero. That night The Spoiler had been reduced to the role of the victim. It was not entirely unlike this moment. In the middle of the fight, her opponent had accidentally discovered that she was a girl. This time, though. It seemed like The Red Hood had become less aggressive after learning that fact. Last time, it had only made her attacker more excited. <br><br>Stephanie could feel Jason's grip loosen around her neck. She took a deep gasp in. He seemed to be completely befuddled, groping her tit, asking if she was a girl; as if it wasn't completely obvious. Stephanie asked him her own question in equal befuddlement.<strong> "You're trying to kill the Cluemaster?"</strong> she has was still gasping, but now the sharp sounds of a young girl short of breathe were obvious, she was moaning, squeaking beside the sound of silence. Stephanie was a sexual creature, and her excited voice was as sultry and husky as a woman in the thrawls of fantastic intercourse. His grip was making her wet, he was touching her in all the right places, if only he'd known. She tried to squeeze her legs together, something that her body liked to do when she was horny, but one of Jason's legs were in the way. She had accidentally rubbed her thighs against him. This whole fight was starting to feel like foreplay to her.<br><br>Stephanie let the grip on her brick loose, refraining from the action of slamming it against the Red Hood. <strong>"We're both trying to take him out. I was running surveillance on the roof, I swear it."</strong> Stephanie could feel the danger in the Red Hood's actions fade to indecision. Clearly, finding out that Stephanie was a girl had completely re-organized his plans. After-all, she was easily able to breathe again, even though his hand was still around her neck. <strong>"Can you he-"</strong> Stephanie was about to ask to be let up from the floor. But she could feel the Red Hood's next action. The tension on her mask loosened, <strong>"Hey- you can't just-"</strong> It was too late. The Red Hood had all of the control in the world and her mask was about to come off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 09:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason unmasks Stephanie, then rolls off of her, appraising his left arm for a moment before he stands up and offers to help her off of the ground. Asks for her real name. <hr><hr><br>Jason's breathing was ragged as he stared down at her, not sure what he was going to do with her. He had been ready to choke them to death, and scatter her brains against the pavement beneath her head, and imagining it was that lunatic Joker's head in her place. The illusion was shattered, and Jason had hesitated for a long time. His opponent had an opening, but they chose to do nothing with it. He still held her neck, but was no longer pressing the air out of her throat, simply holding onto her, for now. He wanted some answers, but the urgency was fleeing him. She was just a little girl. And he felt like such an idiot for letting her do as much to him as she had done. <br><br>As his grasp on her relented, she managed to choke out a question. One that he hadn't expected, and should have considered in the first place, that his opponent might not have been here to surprise him at all. <strong>"You're trying to kill the Cluemaster?"</strong> He subtly nodded, his red helmet bobbing slowly up and down. <strong>"Prison or a casket, either works,"</strong> he growled. The purple-cloaked woman beneath him raised her legs, and he could feel her thighs press into him. What was that? Jason was still jacked with excitement, his dick uncomfortably erect in his pants. If he was a worse person, he would have begun to tear her clothes away and shove himself deep inside of her, a little pay-back for the twisted elbow and shoulder. But Jason wasn't a rapist, and his left hand let go of her breast, putting it on her collar instead, which is what he had meant to grab in the first place. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rsaqTMu.png)</div>He was barely listening as she tried to explain that she was on his side, that she had been casing the warehouse before he had ever arrived. No, he was more concerned with something else, as he took his good hand off of her neck and pushed it inside of her purple hood, grasping at the back of her masked head. Suddenly Jason was obsessed with seeing her face. He had to know who he was fighting, wondering if it was someone he knew of already. She began to mumble protests beneath him, but he didn't relent. He pushed back her hood and began to pull her mask away. <em>Cute</em>, was his first thought as the bottom half of the gray mask peeled away. Golden hair began to spill out from the bottom as he slowly pulled it up and away from her face, and then Jason was looking down at her, and was only slightly disappointed that he didn't recognize this girl.<br><br>She looked young. Younger than Jason, though she still seemed to be a young adult. His earlier supposition that she was 'cute' was overwhelmed by a new realization that she was gorgeous. She had light blue eyes, perhaps a bit lighter than even his own. They looked up at him with fear and apprehension, and suddenly he felt like such a jerk. This could have all been prevented if he hadn't allowed himself to get so hot-headed and attack without asking a question. Jason sighed, and rolled off of her, collapsing at her side, going to grasp his mangled left arm with his right, still clutching her mask in his hand as he appraised his elbow. <strong>"What's your name? Your real one,"</strong> he asked, before she could interject with an alias. <strong>"Maybe we could work together. But the Red Hood doesn't fight with amateurs at his side,"</strong> he mocked, as if she hadn't nearly gotten the best of him.<br><br>He began to stagger to his feet, and he shoved her mask into his pocket before he offered a hand to help her up off of the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 11:20:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/tumblr_nrpm2bQ5oR1qf2zyko1_500_zpsg8vi1gl9.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie is so hot for this hard red mask. She thinks about what she would feel if Jason did kill her father. She imagines private things about his body. The Spoiler insists that she is indeed The Spoiler. But she does decide that working with him is a good idea. Stephanie gives Jason a breakdown of what she knows of the cluemaster, at least, she exposes what she wants him to know. She collects her batons. Then, she approaches Jason and diagnoses the damage done to his arm. She pops his joints back into place. Then she gives him some basic rookie advice on how to heal without much swelling.<br><hr><hr><br>The air was tense. Stephanie was starting to breathe more regularly, her chest pressing up against his hand with every intake. Their bodies weren't quite close enough for her to feel the hardness contained within his clothing. She could feel something going on between them. It was rather intense, even. They had come so close to something horrible happening. If Stephanie had fought just a little bit better, she might have been able to do more damage. If she had decided to use that brick. If Jason's knife had found it's home. It was like ice-skating on the edge of a mountain. A small miracle had kept them from accidentally killing each other.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Prison or a casket, either works,"</em> <br><br><em>'Whoa.'</em> Stephanie didn't know how to interpret that. some small part of him wanted to protest. <em>'Why do I care if this guy kills my father? Would I care?'</em> Stephanie was locked in her own head as The Red Hood had complete control over her body.<br><br>It was gone, the veil that protected her from her actual identity had been taken away. The Red Hood was in possession of her identity as well as her mask now. She was shocked, too surprised to fully express her anger for what he had done.<em> 'Well, you lost the fight, Steph. You might as well give him something.' </em>Suddenly, Steph couldn't stop herself from thinking about what else she could give him.<em> 'I wonder what he looks like under that scary red mask.' </em>She imagined herself <em>'unzipping his pants, and opening my mouth.' </em>She shook her head. There was most definitely some kind of energy bouncing back and forth. He could see her eyes now, and his head adjusted in a way that displayed his surprise. A sort of distortion entered her vision, and she blinked it away. The sharp details of his mask became clear in front of her. Her lips felt dry, she could barely keep herself from licking them, her lips twitched toward her teeth instead. <br><br>She was young, barely out of highschool. Much younger than Jason. Stephanie reached for her mask when he rolled off of her but he was protecting it from her. She brought her gloved hands to her throat, and gave herself a second to take some deep breathes. <strong>"I'm The Sp-"</strong> He insisted on hearing her real name. <strong>"I'm The Spoiler. Now, give me my mask back!"</strong><br><br>The Red Hood completely ignored her request. <em>'work together? Is he asking me out on a super-hero date?' </em>Stephanie had a romanticized version of the entire world. She had heard stories of the Red Hood, and if she could get on his good side, she might find herself in better company. <em>'Not to mention, No one ever mentioned he was so damned hot.'</em> Stephanie was used to having her mask on when she was The Spoiler. She was biting her lip for a moment as she took the time to scan his body laying down beside her. Her eyes never settled on his erection, she had missed it, too dark to see something that might as well have been a fold in his pants. <br><br>She moved on, taking her lip out of her mouth and sitting up. <strong>"Work together? On the Cluemaster case? Yeah. that couldn't hurt, I guess." </strong>She had been modest. Inside, she was <em>'mega-psyched'</em> to work with such a big name. <br><br>Steph followed her sudden companion's lead, and she stood up, facing him immediately. <em>'Did he just go third person on me? ... Totally did.'</em> Stephanie had agreed to work together with this man. She knew that she would have to tell him what she knew, so she figured she might as well do it right away. Naturally, she had to be very careful not to expose too much. Working with some one was different than being their legitimate partner, or sidekick. Holding back was just as important as informing him about juicy chunks of truth.<strong>"I'll let you know what I know so far. His ultimate goal is to hit the 15th avenue Atlantic bank Uptown sometime next month. He's going through the set up work now, but everywhere he goes the cops aren't far behind. The Clue Master is..."</strong> Stephanie paced toward the area that the two of them had used to fight. She picked her baton up from the ground. As she spoke, she slipped them into place underneath her cape, at the small of her back. <strong>"...hunting someone. He's not the one leaving clues behind anymore. And he's trying to find the person that's doing it for him. Feels like search isn't going very well."</strong> Stephanie had gathered herself. <br><br>When she looked at Jason, she saw him struggling with his arm. <em>'Well, it's the least I could do,'</em> she thought. She had learned how to set a dislocated limb when she was sixteen. She felt confident enough to approach him with expert motion. <strong>"Here, let me set that for you."</strong> Stephanie put herself at Jason's side, and she carefully manipulated his arm in-between her own. She removed the glove on her left hand, and slid her hand into his sleeve. She could easily tell that she had completely fucked up his shoulder. But it was harder to diagnose the elbow. With her fingers, she carefully testing all of his joints,<strong> "Sorry if this hurts, Cause it will... Damn."</strong> Stephanie paused as she check his elbow.<strong> "The shoulder's out for sure, but I pretty sure there's only a minor sublexation in your elbow. You should have let me take you down." </strong><br><br><strong>"Lean into me." </strong>Steph stood strong, she angled her body toward him, holding his upper arm with one hand, and his left shoulder with the other. The loud pop of a joint sliding back into place could be heard all throughout the warehouse. <strong>"Ugh!"</strong> Steph grunted like a lady. <em>'Perfect. I bet that hurt' </em>She changed her grip and prepared his elbow joint for repair. <strong>"This one will probably hurt more, just because there are more nerve endings in the elbow than there are in the shoulder. Sorry in advance."</strong> Stephanie used her body to give herself leverage, and she yanked his elbow into place with one solid motion. <br><br>She let go of him and took a couple of steps back. <strong>"That should help, you'll want to ice it though, to keep it from swelling."</strong> Stephanie looked around the warehouse. <em>'He probably knows that he has to ice dislocated joints, Steph. He's been doing this for a long time. I'm sure batman taught him a lot. ... Holy shit. I bet batman taught him a lot.</em>' She felt like she had forgot to say something about the Cluemaster. As careful as she had been, it was hard to tell if she had left something crucial out of the briefing she had performed for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 12:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; <hr><hr><br><strong>"The Spoiler?"</strong> He said, testing the words on his lips as he hefted her to a standing position beside him. Now, Jason was conflicted between investigating the scene of the crime committed by Cluemaster, or investigating <em>her</em>. He stared her up and down, wondering if she'd attack him to get her mask back; Jason patted the jacket pocket on his right side, then zipped it shut, so that it would just be harder to get it off of him, if she tried anything. <em>Wow, she's hot. That lip bite... Wish I had taken a picture.</em> It was fun denying her the mask, but it was time to focus on why he had come here. The Cluemaster was dangerous, more of a threat than he had been in the past. Jason took a few staggering steps towards the fallen cop, still tied to a chair. It wasn't right. Jason felt like crap for not preventing this from happening. When he eventually got his hand on Cluemaster, he'd take a few pounds of flesh in revenge for the police he had killed here tonight.<br><br>His back turned to her, Jason listened to The Spoiler as she explained what Cluemaster's next goal would be. It made sense, and he was a bit impressed that she had sussed out this much when Jason was still working through the clues available to him. Cluemaster had kind of a dumb schtick where he would leave behind something that would hint at the next thing he would steal or destroy or kidnap. In the past, they had been a lot more... Subtle, but lately, things were being spelled out quite literally and mailed to the police, thus how Jason had ended up here tonight.<br><br>Something she said caught his attention, and he turned to face her as she leaned over to scoop up one of the batons that had gone flying sometime during their melee. She looked fantastic in that tight uniform, and he was a little bit ashamed that he hadn't noticed her obvious femininity before. <strong>"Wait, you mean he's <em>not</em> the one mailing those cliche ransom letters to the GCPD? Is that why you call yourself Spoiler?"</strong> It was a fair assumption, but he didn't have any evidence for it. The note that had put him on this case hadn't had any forensic evidence on it, nothing to link it to Cluemaster, though everyone just dismissed it out of hand. It was his MO, of course, even if it was something out of style for him. <br><br>Still ruminating on the Cluemaster, Jason had barely noticed as Spoiler came up close to him, standing at his left side, offering to help him set his shoulder and elbow back into place. Jason almost said no; He had survived worse injuries, though Kate had told him several times before that his carelessness would get him killed someday. But, getting her hands on him again didn't seem like such a bad idea, and he didn't like to blab about his healing capabilities to just anyone. <em>No, don't worry about it. I died seven years ago and got tossed into a pit of magical water that brought me back to life. Broken bones and torn muscles mean nothing to me anymore.</em> Yeah, it was a little crazy, so he kept it to himself, and did as she asked, leaning heavily into her until his shoulder begrudgingly popped back into place. He couldn't help but holler in pain. Sure, he could take the pain, but he was a bit of a baby about it when he could be. But it was almost worth it, her bare hand under the sleeve of his jacket was so soft and gentle. Maybe he was just feeling lonely, but he wanted to feel more of those hands on himself. <br><br><strong>"I wasn't going to let you take me down. Sure, maybe a boot to the face would have hurt less, but you were <em>expecting</em> me to fall, and-"</strong> Maybe to shut him up, she grabbed him by the elbow and helped to pop that joint back into place too, and suddenly his eyes were swimming with tears. <strong>"I don't like to fall into my opponent's expectations. Puts them off their guards,"</strong> he wheezed, tenderly rubbing that elbow with his opposite hand, taking a step away from her as she retreated from him, as well. <br><br>Jason turned away from her after a long moment and headed towards the cop once more. He knelt beside the police officer and pulled the knife off of his belt, sawing against the rope binding the man to the chair until he fell away from it. Jason's hands quickly went through all of the pockets in the officer's jacket before he stood again, shaking his head. Nothing. Not even the note that had been sent to his precinct. <strong>"Nothing here. Just a couple of more reasons to put a bullet into Cluemaster's head. Sick son of a bitch."</strong> He went for the door he had been blocking a few minutes ago, to check the other officer that had been killed in the driver-side seat of the cruiser. <em>Nothing here, either. Fuck.</em> He grabbed the talkie dangling off the cop's belt and sat down on the trunk of the cruiser, staring up at the skyline of Gotham. He held down the talk button on the walkie talkie. <strong>"This is the Red Hood, calling for Captain Sawyer. You've got a couple of boys KIA at the old Fleet Papermill in Northwest Gotham. Sorry, I got here too late. Won't happen next time. Hood out."</strong><br><br>He gave a heavy sigh, and tossed the talkie violently at the side of the warehouse. It made a nice clattering sound, though most police equipment could take a bit of a beating. He walked past it and back inside of the building, but The Spoiler was nowhere to be seen. <strong>"Until next time, I suppose,"</strong> Jason said loudly, perhaps to himself, wondering if she was still close enough to hear. He was already calling a ride home from inside of his helmet. Thirty seconds passed and he walked out of the warehouse, and used his grapnel to catch the glider as it passed overhead, allowing it to take him back to his base in Gotham Harbor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 21:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/tumblr_nrpm2bQ5oR1qf2zyko1_500_zpsg8vi1gl9.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie compliments Jason on his ability to fight, and his tactic for letting her dislocate his left arm. She defends herself, and gives Jason a shitty reason as to why she's here, why she's named the Spoiler, and her involvement with the Cluemaster. She lusts over him a little, she watches him do his batman style investigation. She starts to look for exits, finds one on the rope that she climbed in on. Stephanie climbs away as Jason is out with the car and the body. She gets away before she has a chance to watch him use his bad ass glider to exit the scene. Stephanie thinks about him as she goes away, and there's a short reference to a diary entry that she writes later that night.<br><hr><hr><br><strong>"Well it worked,"</strong> Stephanie said,<strong> "Only the second real fight I've ever lost. Props, babe."</strong> Her flirtatious voice had escaped with her control at all. She was starting to feel more and more like Stephanie Brown, and less like the mask that Jason had stuffed into his zipped up pocket. <em>'I gotta get out here. This guy is still totally psychotic, no matter how hot and broody he happens to be.' </em>Steph checked her exits once more time, quickly, while the Red Hood wasn't watching her. <br><br><strong>"And,"</strong> Steph wasn't sure what to say about her name and it's affiliation to the cluemaster's secret admirer. Jason had accused her of doing the deed. <em>'this guy is well worth his weight in investigations, idn't he.' </em>She wanted to deny him outright, but she had stayed quiet, and taken the time to set his joints first, <strong>"No." </strong>That had sounded like 'yes'.<strong> "I call myself the spoiler cause I spoil peoples plans. I'm always one step ahead big boy, so don't go thinking that you've got me figured it. I've got a beat on the Cluemaster's movements, from...connections, ok?"</strong> She couldn't have sounded more like a teenage girl. <strong>"I Spoil a lot of people's evil plans, not just this 'Riddler' wanna-be loser." </strong>She almost stuttered, but she kept herself from starting to feel stupid. Successfully, she only looked like she was stupid<strong> "I-I know the guy that's doing it though, and hes paying me to watch him, simple as that."</strong> Stephanie hadn't come up with a horrible explanation for her presence. But, her name was fairly obvious, it had been an easy distinction for Jason to draw. If She had come up with that piece of information faster, Jason might have been more likely to believe what she was saying.<br><br>He must have believed her enough to leave the topic alone, he was walking toward the first of the two dead bodies on the scene. Steph watched him walk away to do his investigation thing. But, Steph had been witness to this with a birds eye-view of the action. The biggest clue that The Red Hood could have investigated was Stephanie adorable little brain. And she knew that that was true right as he started to look for evidence from the murdered cop. Steph came up behind him, and made a few heavy steps in the same direction, to make him feel like she was working through the case as well, thinking on his wave lengths and working on the same puzzles.<br><br>She stayed quiet when Jason brought up the idea of murdering her father again. It bothered her again, and it was really starting to bug her, <em>'why? Is it because I know that he's serious, that The Red Hood is fully capable of murder? Is it because I don't trust him? Or is it because I want him and my dad to get along or something?' </em>She watched him work a little longer, but she was starting to grow worried. <em>'This can still go bad. I'm way confused about what I should be doing right now...'</em> The panic was still working its way out of her system slowly. It had been a pretty god damned wild night.<br><br>He was in some kind of auto-pilot. <em>'He's so focused.' </em>Stephanie didn't know it, but she was watching the influence of the batman, the way that Jason scanned a crime-scene from one side of the room to the other. The way that he allowed his concentration to become completely obsessed with the task at hand. He had no hesitation, as he freed the dead man from the chair, as he searched his pockets, there was no sadness or anger in him at that moment. He was a neutral agent, investigating the murder of two cops. It was amazing to watch a real man go about something so serious and heavy. But Stephanie was running out of time. While he was this focused, she had one chance for sure to get out of that building.<br><br>As her new co-worker started to make his way toward the police car outside, Stephanie checked her peripherals quickly. Climbing out of the window will make noise. She spotted the rope that she had used to climb down.<em> 'Bingo.' </em>Stephanie kept her eyes on the Red Hood as she silently lifted herself off of the ground. She turned her invisibility on again and climbed upward in a gentle haste. She went hand over hand, and used her feet to increase her speed, she was a practiced at this, and she was out of that paper-mill in a matter of seconds. Stephanie could here Jason using the police radio as she was carefully walking in the other direction on top of the roof. She was taking cat-steps Tai-chi trained weight control. She as trying to be absolutely silent. Once she had collected her rope, she was gone. She didn't stick around to watch The police show up, or even watch the Red Hood leave. <br><br>It had been a close call, she wasn't that interested in having any more. <em>'I feel good.' </em>She had suffered a concussion, but the cobwebs were clearing quickly. <em>'Not bad, you tangled with the Red Hood, and you're still breahing. Time to put a check in the box next to his name.'</em> Steph didn't know it yet. But she had developed a serous crush, and her diary would have two paragraphs devoted to the feelings that she was already starting to feel for Jason Todd. She didn't know his name, she didn't know his face. But she was infatuated with him all the same. <em>'What a jerk, though, I can't believe he took my mask.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 01:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Todd<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Red Hood<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> The Bat-family<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday, February 21st, 2015, 6:55 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of the Brown residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Brown, The Spoiler<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason's investigation into The Cluemaster has brought him to Cobble Hill, a residential neighborhood on the largest and southernmost island of Gotham (http://www.pictureshack.us/images/10161_gotham_map-GCS.PNG). He's waiting on top of a hardware store two blocks away from Arthur Brown's house, hoping to catch Cluemaster himself, or whoever had gone to visit Arthur Brown several times during his most recent incarceration at Blackgate Penitentiary. Jason is also looking into a drug dealer on the other side of Cobble Hill who has been known to deal to children. Jason struggles between maintaining his vigil over the Brown home and doing something that requires less sitting and waiting.<hr><hr><br>Jason had let his case against Cluemaster go onto the backburner for a few days. When he had run into The Spoiler at that papermill Thursday morning, she confessed to knowing what he was getting up to, a bank heist planned for next month. One never knew when Arthur Brown might escalate plans and try to hit Atlantic bank early, but if the timeline held up, it took some of the urgency out of his mission. It wasn't until Saturday morning that Jason decided to pick that thread back up, and he found himself visiting Blackgate penitentiary, asking about Arthur's most recent incarceration. Jason still had some contacts among the staff from when he was Robin, and enough of the guards there knew that Red Hood and Batman had ran together on and off in between fighting one another. So it was easy to shake out the information he needed, and that's what had brought him here.<br><br>It was an old neighborhood in Cobble Hill, where dilapidated houses were more common than dilapidated apartment buildings. This is where Gotham's middle class congregated, those with enough money to stay out of the slummier parts of Gotham, those without the blue blood and social status to live in the Palisades. It all seemed rich to Jason, who had grown up in downtown, in a neighborhood commonly and unimaginatively referred to as Crime Alley. He wished he had owned a yard growing up, even if it had been a small one, just something he could use to play football with his buddies. Instead, Jason had cold, hard asphalt, thanks to a dead mother and an absent father.<br><br>One bad thing about Cobble Hill was that there weren't enough rooftops to hide upon. He was set up now on top of a hardware store, only three stories tall. It only enabled him to look a block or two in whichever direction, which was enough to spy on Arthur Brown's home, but it left him feeling so exposed. If someone saw the Red Hood on top of this hardware store and made him out to some of the local criminal elements... It wouldn't have been the first time, but he was in the middle of something important, so he took some of the risk out of the equation and instead opted to rely on the Bat-glider as his eyes in the sky, while he hunched down next to an old brick smokestack, waiting for someone to arrive at Brown's empty home. <br><br>He had set up shop in the afternoon, but after three hours, he still hadn't seen anyone enter the Brown home. He had done some foot work earlier, without his mask, knocking on doors and windows just to be sure that the place was truly empty. He might have broken in and searched the place by now, but something else in Cobble Hill had gotten his attention. It wasn't the worst neighborhood in Gotham, but far from the best, and the Bat-glider was now hovering a quarter mile over another house in Cobble Hill, one that had an unusual and diverse amount of foot traffic going in and out of the shabby two-story. He had lived in bad areas long enough to recognize a drug dealer's home, but an analysis of the address told him that it belonged to Tony 'Sweet' Caufield, who had also done some time at Blackgate. Selling drugs was one thing, willfully selling to minors was another. Either way, he could assume that Tony Sweet was up to no good, and he'd have to give Tony a visit later, once he had gathered some more evidence on Cluemaster.<br><br><em>This is so damned boring. I should just go break that dealer's jaw and head back into downtown. Always something fun happening on the weekends.</em> Jason began to amble up to his feet, just as the glider caught sight of someone approaching the front door of Brown's home, a proximity alarm going off in Jason's helmet changing his plans and bringing him back to his purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 04:52:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/tumblr_nrpm2bQ5oR1qf2zyko1_500_zpsg8vi1gl9.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Currently, none<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday, February 21st, 2015, 7:01 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside of the Brown residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd | The Red Hood<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie returns home from paying bills. Her mother is gone for hours. Her father's whereabouts are NOT mentioned. Stephanie has the fabric for her new mask in her hand as she comes to the door in a plastic bag. Stephanie, once inside, quickly makes for the confines of her bedroom. She closes the blinds, and proceeds to change clothes. Stripping down to her underwear, and electing to do away with her bra, Steph dresses down to a pair of gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She opens up her blinds again and finds the Red Hood staring into her window like a monster. Scared, Stephanie screams, retreats, falls over her feet, and lands on her ass.<br><hr><hr>It was a rare day, to find Crystal Brown out of the house. Jason otherwise would have gotten a response from Stephanie's mother when he had knocked on the door. But she had a doctor's appointment on the other side of the city. Crystal Brown visited the doctor three times a month to get new perscriptions for her medication. Her physicians were always trying to lower her dosage, or get her off of her pain pills, convinced that she had become addicted. But it never helped, she knew what to say, and five hours in the doctors office arguing with practitioners was time well spent in Crystal's mind. She needed her drugs to live without pain. It was a terribly viscous cycle. Mrs. Brown had decided to take public transportation, so she had planned on being gone for most of the day. Stephanie had been left with some of the errands to run while her mother was gone. She hadn't seen her father since that night at the paper-mill. It was concerning for her, indeed.<br><br>Steph's or Crystal's guesses were as good as any, regarding when Mr. Arthur Brown would come home to their little Cobblehill castle. Cobblehill hadn't always been home, but in the last thirteen years, it was the only place in town that the Brown's could afford to live in, not even in this house in-particular. There was a housing project two blocks to the north where Stephanie had spent her formative years. This little family home was a step up in her mind, and it provided a lot more open space than she was used to when she was a child, playing in the streets, not unlike the streets that Jason had been forced to grow up in. Granted, her story was much different, she was a young girl with a pension for gymnastics, and a tendency to stay indoors otherwise. Growing up in a tiny apartment had never been fun, but it was Crime Alley. Stephanie could never dream of something has horrible as a childhood in that part of town on the streets.<br><br>Arriving to the two story town house, Stephanie was left completely unaware to Jason's presence. She didn't think for a second that he would ever be able to find her place, but the visitors list at the penitentiary had required her to fill in an address. At the time, she had only had the foresight to hide her identity. She hadn't thought that anyone would look through the docket to find her location, and sniff her out the way that a keenly trained hound might do. From there, it was easy for Jason to learn everything else, even the identity of the Cluemaster, which had been a nice little surprise when he looked into the name on the rental agreement. The nice little happy family, the criminal numb-skull, the bite-sized vigilante, and the absentee drug addict named Crystal. Stephanie had always wished that her life could have been a little less depressing. To her, it was just another day, a passing winter, a coming spring. Her father back on the loose again, up to his old tricks. The only difference was that she was older now, old enough to do something about it.<br><br>Stephanie had been given the keys to the car, it was up to her to pay the gas bill, the electric bill, and the phone bills by eight o'clock. It was six-fifty eight when Stephanie returned home. She had stopped at the local fabric store to get some more material for the new mask she was going to have to make for her Spoiler costume. She had cursed at The Red Hood all week for taking his prize from the fight, like a toddler with a toy that he didn't want to share. He had refused to give it back, and Stephanie had been left in her room the last few nights, wishing that she could put on the cape and go out into the streets. She had a small plastic bag in her hand as she left the car locked in the driveway, and made her way up to the front door of the house. <br><br>She unlocked the bolt, opened the door, and quickly made way up to her room. <br><br>Stephanie walked over to her window and slid the blinds closed in a daze of routine and comfort. When her father wasn't home, this place actually felt like her house. Steph was dressed in a pair of jeans, a grey sweater, and a red blouse, but that didn't last long. She quickly removed her jeans to get into something that wasn't so constricting. She wanted to use this time alone in the house to make her mask again. Being comfortable in her own place was step number one to that process. So the nice clothing that she had put on after her shower had to go.<br><br>She had a tiny white pair of cotton panties on underneath those jeans that were, really, barely more than a thong. They matched the thin fabricated white knee socks that had been undisturbed by her jeans on their way down. Steph snapped the fabric around her ass-cheeks and walked over to her closet to grab a pair of running shorts. As she crossed the room, she grabbed her sweater by the bottom, and lifted the heavy woven top over her head. In one move, she had brought the blouse along with it. Her bra didn't match her panties and her socks, it was red and purple, and appeared to be made of polyester instead of little girly sections of cotton. It was a push-up bra that she was tired of wearing. Steph reached behind her back as she came up to the closet door. Her bra fell down to the floor as the door to her closet swung open. If anyone had been watching from the window at that time, Stephanie would have blocked their view of her naked breasts completely. Steph found a cotton t-shirt, and the gym-shorts that she was looking for. She put them on and closed the closet.<br><br>Nonchalantly, Steph came back to the window, as she went to slide open the curtains she screamed out of sheer surprise. She had not expected to see anything except for the regular, and typical sight of her neighbors houses and front yards. The cold crimson mask of&nbsp; The Red Hood was the last thing she expected to see. Stephanie stumbled backwards and fell onto her ass. <strong>"No way." </strong>She said out-loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-11-2015, 06:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason climbs into Steph's room, grabs her, throws her down on her bed. Sits on the side of the bed closest to the door in case she makes a move to run. Intimates at her real identity, demanding that she confirm it for him. <hr><hr><br>Jason turned towards the Brown residence, and urged the Bat-glider into a new position over the top of the two-story home, just barely catching a glimpse of blonde hair on a woman's body before the front door was closed and locked. The house was registered to a Crystal Brown; So it must have been Cluemaster's wife returning home, or his daughter, 18 year old Stephanie Brown. He hoped it was the wife, as he didn't imagine the kid was too privy to any sort of vital information, but regardless of who it was, Tony Sweet had just caught a lucky break, as Jason grapnel-hooked up to the Bat-glider, in lieu of any appropriate and semi-flat building tops to jump to, and he began to rappel slowly down his hook line before landing at the lip of the second story roof.<br><br>Slowly, the Red Hood began to stalk across the tiled roof, careful not to dislodge anything and make a clattering noise. He crept by a few windows, hoping to catch a glimpse or a snippet of sound from whomever had just entered the home. His first couple of passes yielded nothing; Jason was tempted to pop open a window and sneak inside, but first, it made sense to vet every window. Jason Todd was leaning into the bathroom window when he heard the sound of movement from inside, a distinct sound of shoes against wood steps. He pulled back, so that his shadow wouldn't be cast against the blinds, and waited, but he heard no sound within the bathroom; They must have moved onto another room. He continued onto one of the previous windows he had spied into, a bedroom, and clenched a victorious fist as he saw a shadow pass by the curtains. <em>Bingo. Time to pay this person a visit. Find out where Cluemaster is holed up. Take an axe to this whole, sordid ordeal.</em> If another cop died before Jason put that bastard behind bars or beneath six feet of dirt, he didn't know how to explain it to Kate's girlfriend, the police captain who was threatening to put Kate on the case if Jason didn't yield any results. <br><br>He carefully leaned forward into the window, able to see most of the room inside through a large crack in the blinds. The room was lit up by a shabby-looking floor lamp in the opposite corner, but it was still bright enough for him to see a young female form moving around, and he had looked just in time to see her yank a pair of jeans down to her ankles, practically mooning Jason, her white cotton panties just as exposing as a thong. <em>Stephanie Brown. Don't know much about her, really. Amazing ass, I'll add that to Bat-computer's dossier of her.</em> He felt like a bit of a creep peeping on her, and tried not to pay too much attention as she pulled off her sweater and bra. Her back was to him the entire time, and Jason reluctantly watched as she pulled on a loose pair of gym shorts and an overly large t-shirt. <br><br>When she turned and faced his window, he was getting ready to lift open her window, assuming it wasn't locked. Or, he would have been fine just putting his boot through the glass and climbing in after her. But as he caught a glimpse of her face, time slowed down considerably for him, his mind racing for an answer as he tried to parse what he was seeing: Was this Stephanie Brown standing before him? Was it The Spoiler? Was it... Both? He barely heard her scream as he put his gloves against the glass and put his shoulders into it, pushing the window upwards, before he dexterously slid in underneath it, allowing the sill to fall and bang against its frame, a mere inch from crushing his fingers. <strong>"Sorry to... Spoil you, but I have a few questions that need answering,"</strong> he intimated threateningly; She had fallen backwards and onto her ass, and Jason quickly grabbed her by her sides and tossed her down on the bed just behind her, suddenly eager and proud to show off just how strong he was. <br><br>He went to kneel on the side of her bed closest to the door, cutting off her escape, if she had thought to make it. But last time, they had successfully worked together for all of a minute, and he hoped that she would be just as cooperative this time. <strong>"So tell me... Are you Stephanie Brown? Or are you just here doing some deep, unmasked intel gathering?"</strong> The second sentence was spoken with such snide that he didn't expect that answer at all. He still held her gray face-mask in his right jacket pocket, a reminder of the alluring and mysterious Spoiler. He didn't know if he'd ever see her again, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the two of them. She looked so... Delicious, in those shorts and that shirt, barely wearing anything at all, really. He was tempted to slide off his gloves and put a hand beneath her waistband, to feel her heat. He normally wasn't like this, but after seeing Artemis last month, Jason remembered that he was a man who had natural desires, and though he didn't express it out loud, those desires were focused on the young Stephanie Brown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 05:20:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/tumblr_nrpm2bQ5oR1qf2zyko1_500_zpsg8vi1gl9.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Stephanie Brown<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> The Spoiler<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Currently, none<br><strong>Time:</strong> Saturday, February 21st, 2015, 7:01 P.M.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside of the Brown residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jason Todd | The Red Hood<br><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Description of ambient sound. Some Steph inner monologue and sexy-thoughts. Steph gets onto her knees on the bed and gets into a fighting stance. She answers Jason's questions, and has a couple of her own. As Steph defends her privacy, she gets up close to Jason no the edge of her bed. She makes a suggestive remark about his urgency to throw her on the bed, and she reaches down to grab his balls in an offensive maneuver. She can't think of many other ways to prove her point that his intrusion is out of line.<br><hr><hr><br>Steph hadn't sensed The Red Hood or his footsteps above her head. There was a general hum inside of her house, especially within her room. Stephanie often had the heater on, especially this time of year. She was the type to get cold easily, and the whirring sound of the hot air blasting through the vent kept a lot of smaller noises from sneaking through. In addition, Stephanie never really turned off the desktop computer in her bedroom, and for the last five months, the fan was always running, but the machine was always hot. Include the long-cycle dishwasher from the downstairs kitchen, and the television that had been left on in her mother's room. It would have taken a meta-human to hear Jason's approach. <br><br>As she had come in, she hadn't even noticed that the television was on. Preferring background noise over silence most of the time, Stephanie had become completely used to having it. She was not, however, used to the idea of creepy night-walking vigilantes watching her from her second story bedroom window. And, she was even less accustomed to the idea of that vigilante being inside of that room with her. She had a thousand questions firing through her mind instantly, chief among them,<em> 'How did he find me? How did he find my house? oh no, did he watch me change?'</em> For good reason, the last idea had horrified her the least of all. <em>'I hope he did.'</em> It had even given her a rush of excitement. But overall, she was perplexed. The link to the black-gate penitentiary would have never occurred to her. <br><br>In the next moment, she had been lifted off of the ground with ease, and tossed onto her bed. Her body bounced once, and she had to put her hands out to keep from striking the wall behind her. Steph had a very good idea of how strong he was already, the bump on the back of her head was proof enough of that. But, there was something about being thrown <em>onto her bed </em>that she found incredibly inviting and intimidating at the same time. <em>'This is weird, is he interrogating me with rape-threat? well, wouldn't be the first time.'</em><br><br>Stephanie looked to be somewhat comfortable under the shadow of the large masked man halfway on to her bed. As he leaned and lowered, she gleamed and pouted.<br><br><em>'He totally knows that its me.'</em> Stephanie could feel that Jason was piecing the puzzle together as he was asking the questions. It was all too obvious. His threatening posture had left Stephanie in a defensive mindset. She had been threatened by her ex boyrfriends in this room, and usually, sex got them to quiet down about whatever had got them all fiesty in the first place. She almost felt like laying back and opening her legs for him in that moment, just to see if he would go for the bait and calm down a little bit. But that thought never quite formed in her mind before she blinked it away in teenage angst. In stead, Stephanie fumbled with her positioning on the bed. She gave herself enough distance by rolling away, and got up to her knees. Steph put her arms up in a defensive position. <br><br><strong>"I'm both. Duh."</strong> Stephanie had said that with disdain, as if she knew that that he knew the answer to the question that he had asked; as if she had just been asked if she was actually a girl.<strong> "That was only one question! Know what you're problem is Hood?"</strong> Stephanie hadn't actually thought of what his problems may or may not have been. She was too excited about the idea that he was even in her room. <em>'I'm stepping up in the world. The Red Hood is investigating my house. But probably because he knows that my dad lives here.'</em> She was trying to sort herself before she went any further.<strong> "'Cause I don't." </strong> Steph had sounded too sure of herself to say something so stupid. Her admission to not knowing The Red hood at all, somehow, came off sounding powerful.<br><br>She lowered her fists and walked on her knees toward him with confidence, covering about half of the bed. Stephanie shoved at him once as she was close enough to do it freely. <strong>"But I have a few questions for you, bud-b-big boy." </strong>She frowned, dissatisfied with her own display. Exhaling, and then inhaly rapidly, she continued to inch closer and closer to him.<strong> "You coulda knocked on the front door, ya know, the way that a person might do."</strong> Stephanie slapped at his arm with every syllable of the next sentence.. <strong>"Not come in through my window."</strong> she stopped slapping him, realizing that he was wearing his gear, and she didn't stand a chance of proving her point that way. She kept ranting though,<strong> "A girl's -- b-b-bedroom is a very private place. Did you watch me change!? I feel like you watched me change."</strong> She expected his answer to be 'no.' Stephanie hadn't realized how close she had gotten to Jason until it was already too late. They were nearly nose to nose, her breasts were almost pressing against his body. <br><br><strong>"Ap-up-p-p. Quiet you."</strong> Stephanie had every intention of interupting him as he tried to answer her inquiry about changing and if he had been watching. Being in her bedroom with a big bad boy like The Red Hood had reminded her of too many moments she had lived before, sexy ones. She hadn't had a man in a few months, and she was awfully riled up all of a sudden. The air of sensuality was driving it's way through her actions, her thought patterns, and even the type of argument that she had decided to have <strong>"You're in my room, and you'll answer my questions first."</strong> Stephanie put her hands on her hips, planning to lull him into a neutral pose as well. <strong>"The way I see it, you're all mixed up. You went crazy trying to find me after I split the other night. You get kinda stalker, you find my house. Now you have me alone, watch me change, bust in, and immediately throw me on a bed? "</strong> Stephanie was obviously upset, but she was disguising the subject of her trepidation quite well. She was clearly disturbed by something besides privacy, something that she wasn't actually saying out loud. <strong>"Tsk Tsk, Mr Hood. Are you hiding something else from me? Huh?"</strong> Steph stuck her chin up, and nearly made contact with his mask, as she did, her right hand reached down and tried to go for the weak spot in his armor, the genitals. <br><br>She was toying with him, she didn't actually expect to find his erection, she was only making fun of the idea that he may have had a hard-on for her. It was supposed to be an interrogation technique. She didn't want to run, or fight, or torture the man by any means. Stephanie didn't want to strike him in the soft spot, and actually do him harm, she just wanted to scare him, get a rise out of him, prove her point, and maybe squeeze a little harder than she probably should've; but, Steph was the one that was surprised when she reached down to grab Jason by the balls. <br><br><strong>"Oh..."</strong> Steph had only grabbed his cock. It was too obvious, and it was bigger than she had expected it to be, almost protecting his balls. <strong>"Well."</strong> Stephanie wanted to let go, the same way that Jason had wanted to let go of her breast two nights before in the paper mill. But she couldn't stop herself from squeezing it the way she had planned, just a little bit too hard. <strong>"G'head. Talk."</strong> Stephanie sounded equal parts, timid, excited, scared, and embarrassed. <strong>"You answer my questions. I'll answer yours."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-12-2015, 03:24:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is hot for her. After she gropes his dick, Jason pushes her down onto the bed, molesting her as he reveals how he had found the Brown residence. He pulls away from Steph before he can do something he'll regret later, and offers up a few of his own questions, his mind gone back to crime-fighting despite the hot piece in bed next to him.<hr><hr><br>Jason sometimes wasn't great at sarcasm; When she gave her shitty reply to being both Stephanie Brown <em>and</em> The Spoiler, he wasn't sure if it was really the truth, and he almost had a hard urge to slap her, take some of the glib off of her tongue. While that was a tactic he would have not even hesitated to employ against a criminal, Jason had considerably more restraint around people who were innocent, or at least, innocent to the extent of his knowledge. And because of his reluctance to fuck her up, the awful things she made him want to do to her were disturbing. She just seemed to... Ooze with sexuality. As she rolled into a more defensive posture on the opposite side of the bed from him, her shirt almost flipped up and showed him what she was hiding underneath; It was so quick that he wondered if it was intentional. There was a brief glimmer of panic or fear on her face, but it slowly morphed into something else. Confidence and a playful pout that just made him want to grasp her by the cheeks and force a kiss on her. <br><br><strong>"Hmm?"</strong> He chirped up inquisitively, as she turned the questioning back on him. When she came up with nothing, he couldn't help but laugh, his tensed-up shoulders relaxing just a little bit. He didn't know if she was trying to be funny or cute, but he followed up with a quick, <strong>"Go on,"</strong> forcing the conversation back onto her. True, he had only gotten a single question off, but many more lingered, ones she had the answers to, ones that she knew he would be asking. Stephanie began to walk on her knees closer to him; She wasn't particularly terrifying, and he leaned closer, practically on the edge of his seat but literally on the edge of her bed with anticipation.<br><br>The girl began to vent on him, upset at his unconventional way of popping in on her. Soon, she was smacking him against the forearm, and if not for his thick jacket sleeves, and the very durable and dense undershirt he wore beneath it that was emblazoned with a red bat logo, he might have felt a bit of a sting. But he let her blow off some steam for a moment. <strong>"You wish!"</strong> he quickly quipped back to her, barely getting ahead of her interruption... Though he <em>had</em> mostly watched her change. And he felt a little less guilt-ridden for it now, as she was clearly wasn't shy around him. He was already forming a hair-brained idea for Tony Sweet a few blocks away, and if she was into it, he'd be watching her change again, this time back into that silly hooded get-up she favored. <br><br>As she swapped postures, Jason put his arms over his chest,&nbsp; waiting for her second round of inquiries, growing increasingly tempted to pop off his helmet, push her down onto the bed again and kiss her. She continued to pry at him and accuse, wondering if he'd been following her ever since Thursday, that night at the warehouse where they had fought. His left elbow and shoulder were still a little sore, but he had healed miraculously compared to a normal human being since that night. Jason didn't pretend to understand the true ramifications that magical pool of water had wreaked on his body, but sometimes he was really grateful he had come back to life. Over the moments, either Jason or Stephanie had been leaning forward, for before he knew it, they were basically face to face; Steph was fearlessly staring up into the glowing white eyes of his helmet. He wanted her... Needed her badly, so sorely tempted by this fearless little bitch. He was losing himself in those blue eyes so badly that she could have stabbed him in the gut, between the opening of his parted jacket and through the ribs. But instead... He felt a hand come to his groin, and they were both surprised, and a bit lost for words. <strong>"Ahh... Oh,"</strong> they verbally stumbled over each other, but when Jason realized she wasn't going to let him go, he found a little of his usual courage.<br><br>Still demanding answers from him, Jason instead took her by each bicep and began to push her backwards onto the bed, not minding if she let go of his cock or not. <strong>"Sorry, Stephie, I was barely listening,"</strong> he growled, getting her onto her back, hovering right over her. Fuck whatever this might have looked or felt like, Jason wanted it badly. His wrist on her arm was twitching, almost shooting down to his pants to undo them so she could see what she had done to him. How hard he was for her. But another part of his mind was still on the case, an urge to piece together the puzzle that was Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler, and apparently a mole within her father's own home. <strong>"You thought you were clever, didn't you, <em>Salem Stone?</em>"</strong> He accused her using the name she had left on the records during her visits to Blackgate. <strong>"Makes me wonder why you didn't put down a fake address. You've got a lot to learn if you want to start really covering your tracks."</strong><br><br>Jason released her arms, and put a hand behind her head, pushing his metallic forehead against her own soft one. <strong>"Can't even blame this big bump I did on ya. Do you get kicked in the head often?"</strong> His heart was racing, egging him on to do things he normally would have never imagined. He wanted to devour her. He sat back a bit, and his hands went to the hem of her shirt, quickly sliding up underneath until he could feel her breasts. It was powerful... Wrong, but in his head, he was a roaring lion preparing to take his mate. <strong>"You know why I came in through the window? Because I'm fucked up, Stephanie, and you should never trust me."</strong> Maybe he was being a <em>little bit</em> theatrical, but he found a moment to be profoundly honest, and it was a tragedy that she wouldn't even know it. Jason hated himself more often than not for what he was, for... Being alive, while Bruce was dead. And here he was, building himself up to do something regrettable, something wrong.<br><br>In the end, he seemed to remember himself, as he pulled his hands slowly away from her, strong fingers rubbing against her ribs, feinting towards dipping down her shorts as he grasped at her waistline, but he just snapped them against her skin instead, and rolled away from her, going to his feet aside thet bed.<br><br><strong>"Stephanie... Steph? Stephie? Stephie-poo? I only have two questions."</strong> He paced the room for a brief moment before going to the window, glancing outside at the cold world waiting for them. <strong>"First, why are you trying to sell your dad out? Second, Why the idiot costume? Why not just go to the cops as a key witness? Third... Or fourth, if you're nitpicking. Wanna help me kill a drug-dealer who's peddling to kids in this neighborhood?"</strong> His eyes shifted to his internal HUD, the Bat-glider still monitoring the scumbag's house. Nobody had come or gone in a few minutes, but the acute sensors on-board could sense sound and movement inside. He'd go wherever she went, even if it meant remaining in her bedroom...
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 06:31:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/tumblr_nrpm2bQ5oR1qf2zyko1_500_zpsg8vi1gl9.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Reaction-notes: While Jason is holding her down, she continues to grab his cock. She even strokes it twice, and gets sensual. Heacy internal monologue about her sexual damage. He is turning her on, hella. She is confused by the whole thing, but she is growing intoxicated with passion. She calls herself a 'dirty little bitch' out loud by accident. Then she almost responds to something. She is interupted by his hands up her shirt. She tells Jason that she doesn't want to help him kill anyone at the moment, among other things. As she tells him what he should call her, she tries to remove his clothing; And, asks him how to do so, by key, perhaps. She continues to try and disrobe him, only successful with his jacket. She basically tells him that its ok to fuck if he wants to. Then she tries to seduce him with carefully placed sexy words.<br><hr><hr><br>This was happening quickly, and Stephanie was starting to experience mixed feelings about having The Red Hood in her bedroom. In the one hand, it was bad for her heroic confidence to be figured out so easily, he was dangerous, he was violent, and she didn't have anywhere to go. In the other hand she was actually holding onto his cock. She had commanded him to answer her questions, but at first, that seemed like the last thing on his mind. He even admitted as such right before he reached out to clutch and throw her. For some reason, the last thing Stephanie had expected was to land flat on her back. It happened so fast that, she didn't even realize how it had happened. She couldn't move her arms. Steph hadn't really thought about the fact that she was holding on to his erection. Her left hand went to his hip, just to feel it, just for something to do to touch.<br><br><em>'Oh god. I can't believe this. It's about to happen again. He was right.' </em>Steph had never actually been raped before, but there had been close calls. Usually her ability to defend herself had prevented a lot of forceful men from every getting near the promised land. But this was different. A thousand ideas came into her mind at once, and jumbled together into two major emotions, fear, and excitement.<em> 'I'm still so young too, the world is a scary place. If I was stupid. If I was weak. Am I stupid? Am I weak? Should I have grabbed a weapon? Would it have helped? I tried to intimidate him with sexy confidence. What was I doing? Do other girls do that? Are other girls forced to act confident? Are they always sexy when they do it, or am I just sort of slutty? I am&nbsp; obsessed with being pretty. Am I asking for this?'</em> Stephanie couldn't stop herself from sounding happy when she had tried to sound angry, <strong>"ehr-uh"</strong> She squeaked and grunted, it had sounded like pleasure in every way. <em>'Do I like this? Is this really about to happen? If it does, is he raping me or not? You do want it you </em><strong>"dirty little bitch."</strong> She was breathing heavily, and that thought had sneaked out through her lips, talking to herself, and mumbling through it. <br><br>Stephanie didn't even know what this man looked like. To her, his story was a violent one, and he could have anything under those clothes. She didn't even know if he was black, white, asian, or hispanic. He sounded white. But, Steph had seen Tigress disguise her voice before and all she needed was a machine. He had a bucket on his head, who knows what he was capable of disguising.<em> 'He's definitely not a woman.'</em> Stephanie finally remember that she had a grip of his cock. She didn't do anything about it.<br><br>The grip on his member loosened, but not by much. She didn't realize it, but she had made it a more sensual and erotic touch, a reflex to being pinned on her back. The muscle memory in her wrist even caused her to stroke it twice while he growled and hissed at her. His fantastically masculine energy was hypnotizing her young mind. His voice was melting her. She noticed the stroking and stopped, realizing quickly what she had been doing, she hoped that he hadn't noticed. <em>'Of course he noticed, son of a bitch.'</em>&nbsp; Stephanie's body knew what she wanted while she was still trying to figure out what was going on. <br><br>Jason's hands were more powerful than she could have ever wished for. The excitement was building into anticipation at a rapid pace. A white hot heat started to pulse at the bottom of her spine, and up towards the front of her pelvis. She could feel the slippery timbre of wetness in her panties. Her breasts were ready to play. They felt soar and more firm, her nipples were pained, squeezing into stiffened skin. The heat spreading through her body was impossible to ignore, her neck, her inner thighs, and the cheeks of both her face and her ass. Everything was warm as that white hotness spilled into every part of her being. The hand that wasn't on his cock was even starting to feel sensual now, softly squeezing him, wrapping backwards toward his ass, very slowly. Stephanie was losing control of her body as Jason lost minor control of his.<br><br>Technically, he was answering her questions. As he told her about his visit to Blackgate, her eyes narrowed and she breathed in. <em>'fuck, of course, I knew to use a fake name, why not a fake address. shit. That was really sloppy.'</em> She wanted to feel stupid, instead, she just felt like she was being dominated. Part of her was convinced that the Red Hood was about to pull his knife out again and end this little facade once and for all. Fear was filling her eyes. That Red helmet was presed against her forehead, and she flinched once, whimpering against her will, fearing the feeling of the imaginary knife sliding into her side. The powerful mask above her had asked what sounded like a rhetorical question. But she almost answered, <strong>"No, I don't ge- Ooh!"</strong> Steph was about to defend herself, and say that she didn't get kicked in the head that often, but The Red Hood didn't bother to listen, instead, his hands invaded her shirt, cold gloves sliding up the skin of her sides and her ribs. In the next moment, the two of them were groping each other, and this was very much starting to feel like foreplay in Stephanie's twisted little mind. It was forced, but she was responding. Her aching breasts were each pushed, pulled, and squeezed at the same time.<br><br><strong>"Cold."</strong> She managed to say right before she moaned, expressing relief and satisfaction without thinking about what that implied. His response to her observation was to answer another one of her questions. He had come through the window. He was fucked up. Steph didn't trust him. She had been afraid of him back in the warehouse, and she was afraid of him now. The tragedy did play out, Stephanie had tried to parse the meaning out of his confession. <em>'He's out of line. He's way out of line, and he knows it, and he likes it, and he wants me to doubt him. Why is it so attractive. He's fucked up? you're fucked up Steph. Why is this hot? Why do you want him to do this?' </em>Steph had beaten off bastards before, five times that she hadn't counted and three that were memorable. In addition, she had almost been overpowered and raped twice in her life, but this didn't feel the same.<em> 'He's not beating on me.' - 'He's not... trying to lull me into some kind of bizarre state of mind.' - 'He's just being rude.' - 'It's so good.' </em>Steph had a confused look on her face. <br><br>His hands moved, she almost moaned in protest, instead, she stumbled on her breathe vocally, <strong>"eh-hu"</strong> The sound of some one who had forgotten how to breathe. Steph was almost too excited. Since he pulled away, she expected him to do something more drastic than feel her up. This was the moment that he decided to either stab her, or fuck her, and his fingers were busy with her shorts, if only for a moment, and not his knife. She could feel her waistband move.<strong> "huh!?"</strong> A vibrant exhale. Just the feeling of having his hands ready to pull down her shorts, and expose&nbsp; her had caused another flush of heat to course through her body. Her face blushed, her breasts and her neck did as well. Her pussy turned to cream. <br><br>And then he stopped.<em> 'Did I send the wrong signal? Did I send the right signal? Is he having second thoughts.' </em>Jason started to pace.<em> 'He is. He doesn't want to force himself on me.' </em>Steph was truly damaged, <em>'that's so cute.' </em><br><br>Stephanie tried to catch her breathe quickly. It was obvious, but she had not tried to make it look that way. She was staring up at Jason, her hands were both suddenly empty. She moved them up to her shirt, instictively holding them there without doing anything. She didn't grab it, she didn't rub against her breasts the way that she wanted to do. And she didn't adjust it to cover her exposed tummy. Instead she just looked at him, breathing as he asked four distinctly different questions. Stephanie shook her head slowly, still breathing with a raspy tone. <strong>"I'm not helping you kill anyone, and I'm not about to talk about my dad." </strong><br><br>Steph carefully lifted herself off of the bed and walked up to Jason, she had such conviction, that when she came in contact with him, putting her hands against his chest, she pushed him, and kept pushing aggresively. She tried to affect his stance, catch him by some kind of surprise. But, it had felt like running into a brick wall. Steph's hands went&nbsp; under his jacket, and she stroked the side of his body feverishly, looking up to him with some form of desperation in her eyes. <strong>"If you have to go calling me by something besides The Spoiler."</strong> Steph wanted to show him a playful smile, but she was truly tried to inform him of something without being too cute or too serious. She had almost sounded angry, but she was jovial. Coaxing The Red Hood deeper into her web, she finished her thought,&nbsp; <strong>"Steph is just fine. Now, is there a key to this thing? Or no?"</strong> Steph looked down at Jason's chest. She ran her hands up to his pectoral muscles, and she squeezed at the fabric from the strange armor under his jacket. <strong>"I don't want it on your body anymore."</strong> She pawed at him and kept trying to push him back, to no avail.<br><br>She was staring up into the eyes on cold metal of the red helmet. Her next move was daring, and she smiled right before she dove in. Steph stood on her toes, leaned against him far, and pressed her hands against his chest. She kissed his mask, not knowing exactly how else to show him what was on her mind. It was a pressing of the lips, not an open mouth. Steph's&nbsp; breasts were as firm as ever, pressing against his hard and cold body. Her hands starting searching his body for a way to take off his clothing. She struggled witht he armour, and instead, started to rip at the jacket, throwing it backwards, trying to force it off of his shoulders and arms. She moaned like it was one of the deeper kisses she'd ever recieved. And, when she finally moved her lips away, a smacking sound had still come away from her mouth. <br><br>Steph could have dropped to her knees, but that felt like it might have been too desperate. She knew that she had already had a hook in him, and she was too thirsty to turn herself away. Steph manuevered herself around him to pull the jacket away. She managed to take it off, tossing it into a heap on the floor at their feet. Steph wondered if he was still feeling guilty about what he had done.<em> 'It was so obvious that he lost control when he groped my chest and almost pulled my shorts away. Then he paced, and heaved like a distraught father to be. He may have a reputation for being scary. But I really like it.'</em> She wanted to make sure that he wasn't afraid of making another push for what he wanted out of her. <strong>"If I gave you permission..."</strong> She trailed off, not sure of how to finish her sentence, it was sultry enough to suggest vivid sexual actions all on its own. <strong>"Would you...?" </strong>The same thing happened again, Steph didn't have to use words to ask. <br><br>She wanted to know if The Red Hood was willing to take her, <strong>"anyway you want. Don't hold back on me."</strong> Confidence. Desperation. Compulsiveness and indulgence.<em> 'This is gonna be good.'</em> Steph wanted to kiss his mask again, but that had almost felt silly when she had done it the first time, and she wasn't about to do it again. It was hard to make sexual contact with this man that didn't involve outright grabbing at his cock through his pants. There was no skin showing, all leather, synthetics, and metal. Steph decided to keep trying to seduce him with her words, unable to tease him physically. She added to her streak of confident claims. <strong>"I'm stronger than I look, and limber." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 04:05:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> His hesitancy falls to the ground with the rest of his clothing; Jason allows her to pull his jacket away as she pushes him into the wall. He's hands off as she pushes her body into his, as she kisses his mask, but when she offers herself up freely, Jason becomes inspired. He throws Stephanie back onto the bed and rips her shirt off, before he begins to choke and finger her.<hr><hr><br>Two of his questions to her were completely refused, a third entirely ignored. Jason made annoyed <strong>"Hmmph!"</strong> noise, thinking he had wasted his time by coming here. He wasn't going to beat anything out of her; She was probably as much of a victim of Cluemaster as those cops had been. He might have already made his way towards the window for an exit, but he was still watching her out of the corner of his eye, as she stared up at him, not trying to make herself decent, her shirt still ridden up around her tits. She looked amazing, but Jason didn't want to just <em>take</em> her. Every relationship he had been in, every girl he had slept with, it hadn't been like this. Barbara, Talia, Essence, Koriand'r, Artemis... He gave a light chuckle, realizing that most of the times it was the women having their way with him. But Stephanie was giving him a different vibe. She was so small, vulnerable. She was a <em>victim</em>, someone he should be saving from an actual rapist. But she had been pushing his buttons ever since he had broke into her room, not to mention the night before. She made his blood run hot, dared him to do bad things. Jason was actually a little afraid of what he might do if they met a third time, if ever.<br><br>She lifted herself out of her bed, and Jason turned towards her, curious and 'at attention' in more than one way. And... She slid a hand beneath his jacket, rubbing against the padded armor emblazoned with a red bat symbol, and began to push him. He could have held his ground, but Jason allowed her to press him into the wall beside the window he had been looking out from, just as she had reluctantly let him press her into the bed a moment ago. His gloved hands, cold as she had complained when they touched her breasts, went to rest on her shoulders, trying to keep some distance between them as she rubbed his chest. <strong>"Steph..."</strong> He warned cautiously, as she rubbed up against him. <em>She has no idea what she's doing. Why would she want this? She must be confused.</em> He had been in control when he had her pinned to the bed, but now Jason felt powerless, mystified as she pushed harder against him, leaning heavily into Jason as she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his helmet. His dick was pushing so hard against the stiff, reinforced fabric of his pants that it <em>hurt</em>. He didn't even object as she tugged his jacket down his arms- It was heavy, armored and laden with weapons and gadgets, and it clunked as it fell to the ground between his boots and the floor. <br><br>Then, she laid the offer on the table, still pressing that delightfully tight, young body into him. She had just written him a blank check. <em>Any way you want,</em> she had said. Jason's arms were previously out at his sides, afraid of touching her, but he raised them above her head, and began to strip his gloves away, tossing them down by his jacket. His head was beginning to thud with a painful headache as he imagined all the terrible things he wanted to do to her. He felt intoxicated as he fished his now exposed hands beneath her armpits, and for the second time that day, tossed her down onto her bed, watching her bounce a couple feet into the air before she settled on top of her now disheveled bedspread. <strong>"We'll just see how much you can take. Whatever I want... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eltn_nyOPh8)"</strong> He repeated with a growl, as he began to undo his armored undershirt, a mechanism that allowed the previously skin-tight suit to slacken for removal located just under the back of his skull. He began to peel it away, and it might have almost been as heavy as the jacket as he threw it to the floor.<br><br>His broad chest was pale- He didn't exactly get a chance to go sunning, being a crime-fighting recluse- and had black body hair, a bunch of it between his pecs, her first true indication of what he might have looked like beneath his helmet. There were a few scars, relics of old stab wounds around his shoulders; When he had come back to life, he had come without any previous blemishes, so those ones had been re-earned since then. Jason appeared just as powerful without his armor, muscles on muscles, a product of the intense training he went through nearly every day to keep him in top shape, to make him competitive in a world filled with dangerous metahumans. That chest rose and fell rapidly, breathing heavily within his mask. He put his hands on the releases for his helmet, but paused. <strong>"Sorry, Steph. Maybe you'll find out, someday,"</strong> he teased her, quickly kicking off his boots before he began to slowly approach her bed, staring down at the Spoiler with eyes glowing white like burning phosphorus.<br><br>Jason climbed on top of her, not dissimilar to before, putting a hand on her chest and pushing her back down to the bed, as she had been leaning upwards a little to stare up at him. <strong>"Your safe word is 'Batman',"</strong> he joked, grabbing her by the collar of her flimsy shirt, and tearing it right down the middle leaving her lying upon the rags. This time, when he grabbed one of her tits, his hand was hot to the touch, squeezing her roughly, seizing the nipple between his thumb and middle finger and pinching until her face was crossed with pain... And held it there for another second. The Red Hood shifted his position somewhat; His knees had previously been thrown over each side of her, around her ribs. Now, Jason's right knee was planted next to her hip, his right elbow next to her shoulder, his hand clenching her throat. Just like the other night. But instead of having his wounded left touching her breasts, he fished it down her shorts, going the entire way this time.<br><br><strong>"Jesus, you're so wet already, Steph. You should see what you've done to me."</strong> Without passion or mercy, two of his fingers spread her lips and sunk into her almost three knuckles deep. As he began to finger her, his fingers wrapped harder around her neck. <strong>"Was this what you wanted at that warehouse? Did you want me to fucking rape you on that cold, hard floor?"</strong> His thoughts were darkening, as he was embracing the evil that everyone had already assigned to him. Would she had begged for him to fuck her if it had been Dick instead? Was she in love with the malevolence that was Red Hood?
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 06:38:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/steph_zpsplbsl3ii.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie moans alot. She lets him do everything. She holds his hands as he chokes and fingers her. She talks back a bit, more sexy confident sarcasm, no doubt. She understands her safe word. She moves her panties and her shorts away from his bust hand. She plays with her own breast. Stephanie feels like she might be close to her first orgasm of the night.<br><hr><hr><br>The ever playful, Steph had smiled and groaned at his most aggressive moments. Men were usually both intimidating and pathetic when they were horny. Not the Red Hood. He was just sinister enough to make it feel like he could do serious damage even after he was finished with her body. The sensations coursing through the tiny blonde in the room when he had helped her remove his jacket were causing her to moan throughout. She was practically shuddering with excitement. <br><br>Steph fed off of the energy that he was producing. He was so turned on, she could practically taste it through the mask that he was wearing. She hadn't even completely realized that she had pushed him against the wall, but she could feel his intentions leaning in the right direction. The physical world didn't really matter to her in this moment. She was too busy thinking about what the two of them could do to each other. She had herself a problem that she'd been looking to solve. She needed to get drilled and rearranged for an hour or two. She was a sexual creature, and without steady sex, her mind was cloudy, her actions were unmotivated. This was the perfect thing for her at the perfect time. No matter how it came, whether she was allowed to see his face or not, it didn't really bother her.<em> 'I might even like the mask.'</em> She thought right before Jason took his gloves off.<br><br>It was a ceremonial action. Exposing his hands had become erotic to her somehow. The image of a man putting gloves on was hot too for Steph. An under-nurtured kink without a doubt, it was the favorite part of her Spoiler costume, and just the knowledge of his gloves being in the room caused her to tingle in naughty places.<br><br>Flying through the air again had come with a surprise. She didn't know that he was capable of wielding her like a <em>carry on bag</em> at the airport. She was impressed, and concerned for the wood in her box-spring at the same time. There hadn't been a cracking sound.<em> 'A relief.' </em>Steph had wanted to compliment him on his strength, but when she looked up to him after regaining her bearings on the mattress she saw something that distracted her from the words that she had been forming. <strong>"ugh...er...wow."</strong> Stephanie's compliment had gone the way of the mumbles again. But now the Red Hood's chest was exposed. <strong>"Oh yeah."</strong> His paleness didn't bother her, neither did the scars, and the dark hair was an indication of something to her that he was indeed human, at least. She knew that she was dealing with a brunette that was somewhere between the age of 25-35. His body was perfect, she couldn't have fantasized a better masked lover if she had tried. The young blonde edged closer to him, scooting toward him on the already disheveled blanket. <br><br>Steph's heartbeat was audible in her ears when she watched him reach for her helmet. She didn't even know if she wanted him to take it off or not. When he had decided to leave it on, she felt relief sweep through her system.<em> 'That's weird.'</em> Steph disregarded the concern for her mental stability and prepared for Jason's approach. She pointed her legs toward him, and lowered her knees. She had even parted them a foot and a half for him to slide in-between. But, he had gone another route.<br><br><strong>"Got it."</strong> She was referring to the safeword. <strong>"You're not gonna hear me say that word. But I appreciate the offer."</strong> her lips grinned at him with luscious deviance.<br><br>Steph gasped for air as he ripped her shirt into useless piece of cotton. Her breasts were so smooth, they appeared to be wet under the light of her lamp and the overhead fixture. She wiggled under him, into him, unconsciously trying to put her body into a more submissive position. Her hands reached out to clutch his form. Her left hand wrapped around him, and firmly clutched his butt. Her right hand pressed against his torso, starting at his navel, and sliding up the lines and strands of hair to his impressive pectoral display. Her face showed that she enjoyed his forceful touch, his hard grip, and his early motion to cause her pain. Her nipple screamed with a sharp sensation, and her entire breast throbbed a few times with dull pain. Her lips were pulled up away from her flawless white teeth. Agony showed on her face at the same time that intrigue had made an appearance. <strong>"Yeah." </strong>She couldn't stop moaning. She had taken to biting her lip so that the sound of her enjoyment didn't get on his nerves. Steph was a vocal girl, and more than one of her partners had told her that she was a bad actress in bed while they were fighting. For the last year or so, she had tried to be more respectful. Steph's hands were down by his waistband, three of her fingers were against the skin beneath his pants, her other hand was toying with his hip.<br><br>Stephanie had never acted in bed before. When it was bad, she vocally instructed her partners to do things harder, deeper, faster, or better. It felt like this man was going to do things just right. Whatever way he wanted it would likely be plenty enough to satisfy her young body and mind. Only one thing came to Stephanie's mind that scared her; if he put it somewhere besides her mouth or her pussy. She had never had anal sex, but if now was the first time,<em> 'it does seem appropriate.' </em>Real fear was no where present in her consciousness.<br><br>He re-positioned on top of her. Steph reacted quickly, one of her hands went to his shoulder, she watched his hand as it slid down her body and into her shorts, under her panties, and against the lips of her slick pussy. Steph kept herself hairless in an obsessive way. Even if she hadn't shaved, her hair would have been fair and light. So, there was smooth sensation to the tiny lips around her opening, not unlike warm wet satin.<strong> "Oooh, fuck." </strong>Stephanie's eyes shot from her own body up to Jason's mask. She looked into the white-hot eyes of her partner and scowled at him. A scowl that suggested <em>'if you stop. I'll hit you'.</em> Her hand was still on his shoulder, and as his other hand moved to choke her. She followed it. His grip was looser than it had been that night in the dead warehouse. She could breathe just enough to stay calm. As his grip held her body to the bed, as his fingers went deep inside of her, Stephanie shouted in pleasure. She was tighter than legend might have suggested. The youth, the elapsed time from her last encounter, her style of masturbation, exercise, genetics. Steph squeezed at his driving fingers. <br><br>Her hands mirrored his, one on top of each of us, as if she might have been holding him there, or doing it herself. Slowly, her hips started to roll up and down. She was starting to moan with an open throat and a higher pitch. She was staring into his eyes again as addressed her with fury in his statements and questions. Stephanie smiled up at him.<strong> "I wanna see,"</strong> was the response to her sopping wet pussy, and the idea of his throbbing erection being exposed. She laughed as he asked her if she had wanted to be raped that night. <strong>"I don't know what I want, Hood. Why don't you show me."</strong> Stephanie wanted to laugh again, but when she tried, a moan took over her body and forced her body to shiver. <br><br>Steph reached down with the closer hand. Her shorts and her panties felt like they were in the way. She wiggled her thighs, lifted her buttocks, and pushed the shorts away. Once Jason's hand was free to push into her at a better angle, she left her shorts alone, stretching between her thighs as she tried to open her legs and hips to give him even more space. Her hand slapped down on top of his, she rubbed against the back of his knuckles, and eventually began to start squeezing his wrist. <br><br>As the motion continued, as The Red Hood worked her into a frenzy, Steph did her best to help him along on his journey. The hand up by her neck lowered down to the breast that he had fondled and pinched before. Stephanie imitated his action and forced her nipple between her thumb and middle finger. Squeezing her whole tit, and pinching hard, Stephanie start to bite her lip again, trying to stay quiet for Jason just in case he liked his women not to draw attention to themselves that way. <strong>"Show me."</strong> She managed to say the words again between pants, gasps, biting lips, and groaning squeaks. <strong>"It's good."</strong> Her hips were still rolling, and popping, and grinding against his strong hands. <strong>"Ooh. Yeah..." </strong>Stephanie couldn't bite her lip anymore, strong hands pulling at her from the inside like this, the feeling of being choked, the pain in her breast that she was reviving with her hand. She was in her own little personal heaven. The scary red mask above of her face should have been freaking her out, but it was only adding to the enjoyment, the mystery, the erotic naughtiness.<em> 'I'm bad,'</em> she thought as she stared up into the soulless white eyes of The Hood.<em> 'This is so bad...' </em>She was smiling, her bottom lip was tremling, she was trying to bite it, but she didn't have good enough control of her mouth.<br><br>Her orgasm felt like it was close, she was prepping for it. The hand that was on top of his, flashed away and landed down against the bed. She clutched a handful of her thick comforter. <strong>"Yes. Yes. Fuck... Yes." </strong>Her voice was squeaking, her throat only had so much room to work as he squeezed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 02:14:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is getting really into fingering Stephanie, and reminisces about the girls he had previously eaten out. After Stephanie begs for it a few times, he pulls off his pants. Without giving her a chance to really ogle it or touch it, he pulls Stephanie to the edge of the bed and slams inside of her, and in his mind, makes a hasty decision about her future.<hr><hr><br>This wasn't really Jason's usual rhythm; He had always thought of himself as more of a nurturing, romantic lover. Every few moments, he had to remind himself that his helmet was on, and that if he leaned into kiss her, he was going to split her lip open. That mental reminder was always followed up by an urge to be rougher with her; He was generous enough in bed that he could be greedy if it accommodated his partner, and Stephanie wanted to be pinned down and <em>fucked</em>. She had told him with so little subtlety. When he had been pushing her down on the bed the first time, molesting her from beneath his gloved hands, she had mumbled something about her being a dirty little bitch, and the demon inside of him threw more coal on his rage, as he was inclined to agree with her. A devilish snarl curled his lips, though Steph couldn't see it, but she could hear the grunting growls that came from him as he shoved his fingers deeper and deeper inside of her. <em>She's so fucking tight. I have to see her again after this...</em> Sure, she was a cute, costumed crimefighter that could benefit from learning a few of his tricks, but more importantly, she was petite, blonde, and hopefully a spinner.<br><br>Steph's hands teased at the top of his pants, never quite going for his buckle and zipper, but it was an overt indication of what she really wanted from him. She needed it badly, more than he did. <strong>"Did your little pussy get wet when you saw me come through that window? When you were putting on that little show for me? You must have known somebody was watching..."</strong> She was gasping, making noises that weren't even full words let alone thoughts. He understood perfectly, though; Jason loved to see girls cum, whether it was from his fingers or his tongue. Barbie had been his first, and he hadn't known anything about sex at that time, really, but he had read a lot of porno mags stolen out of 7/11's, so he had just figured it was something that guys did. With Essence... It had been the first time her partner had eaten her pussy, and she had been so blown away that she shortly thereafter proclaimed her hasty love for Jason. He was kind of disappointed that he couldn't spread those thighs of Steph's and push his face in between, but that's not how she wanted it, tonight, and that's not how he wanted to make her squeal.<br><br>As he continued to finger her, Steph Brown was staring him in the eyes, a dangerous gaze glaring back at him, as if what he was doing was the only thing keeping her from hulking out. It just made him madder, harder, hungrier for her. She put both of her hands on each of his, and then pushed her panties further down her thighs, giving him more room to bend his wrist and insert those two digits as deep as he possibly could, until the knuckle on his ring finger had nowhere to go. Just to add onto everything he was already doing for her, Jason's idly thumb began to slowly dig into the hood of her clit, a card he had been holding onto for... A minute, just so that he could ramp things up now. She was begging to see his cock, mewling like a kitten, and he was ready to oblige. She hadn't cum, yet, but he was done getting her ready.<br><br>He relinquished his grasp on her neck and pulled his slick hand away from her inner thigh. Again, he had to remember his helmet, otherwise he might have taken a taste. He began to attack the utility belt still strapped to his waste, tossing the invaluable tool to the ground, and <em>then</em> he had to undo the much more mundane belt buckle of his pants, fingers twitching nervously with impatience. Hood quickly shucked them away, and Steph could see the clear outline of his throbbing dick through the fabric of his briefs. She didn't have to wait more than a half second before those were thrown away, and besides his helmet, Hood was just as naked as she was. And despite the perhaps monstrous, inhumane nature she might have associated with the Red Hood, she might be surprised to find him well groomed, as if he was the type of guy who stood in front of mirrors for twenty minutes a day, preening himself for future dick pics. Regardless or not of if she liked his well-kept bush, Steph would love his cock, long enough that two of her (admittedly small) hands wrapped around him would not reach from base to tip, and she wouldn't be able to touch her thumb and her pointer finger together if she wanted to jerk him off. <br><br>Not that Jason was going to give her an opportunity to experience these things for herself. Even if she made a move to get up and feel his cock, Jason would push her back down to the bed. And for a moment, she might have imagined he was going to step away from the bed, as he scooted backwards and put his feet on the ground, but he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her closer to him, so that her ass was just off the bed. Jason's hands weren't remotely gentle as they wrapped around Stephanie's thighs and pried them apart, pulling her close so that his prick was sliding up against her lips, teasing at her wet, pink opening for maybe a moment too long. He didn't have anything funny or cruel to say; She would feel his anger and aggression, years of tempered rage as he gripped the tip of his dick and guided it to her labia, and then slammed into her. <br><br>He couldn't even suppress the pleasurable groan he made when he pushed more than half of his dick inside of her, sounding as if he had just been punched right in the chest, the air forced out of his lungs. <strong>"Oh, fucking <em>god</em>,"</strong> he cried. She was perfect; As he stared down at her, blonde hair a mess around her face from his rough treatment, Jason knew that she had to belong to him alone. Sure, he was letting his dick think for him, but it was that first moment of penetration that Stephanie unofficially became a part of Katherine Kane's Bat-family. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 07:07:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/steph_zpsplbsl3ii.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Steph fingers herself while she watches Jason take off his pants. She is amazed by the size of his cock. She gets fucked really hard for a good time. Stephanie stimulates her clitoris while Jason slams the hell out her. Stephanie reaches an orgasm. Her legs pinch together in front of us, unable to stop them from closing as the muscle contractions take over her body. The two of them slow down for a moment after her incredibly orgasm. Steph's butt is back on the mattress, and Jason is closer to her. They fuck together a little bit and find a new rhythm at a much slower pace.<br><hr><hr><em><br>'This is perfect. This is flawless.' </em>Stephanie moaned into the thickening air of her bedroom. <strong>"Oh, g-aaww-d" </strong>Stephanie's experience was bordering on spiritual. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations; and if possible, to quicken the process of the oncoming orgasm.<br><br>As Jason's fingers performed something that had been unspeakable before, as the waves got higher and higher, more intense and threatened to spill over the edges of the ship. His fingers, his choking hand, everything pulled away completely. The waves settled, and Stephanie nearly cussed in an immediate state of frustration. She opened her eyes to look at him, thinking for a split second that he had had another change of mind. <em>'Is he getting broody again? No...Not at all'</em> She something that was much more pleasing to the eye. He was going to remove the rest of his clothing. <em>'Finally,'</em> she thought, even though she had just come in contact with him two days before. Stephanie didn't even know his name. She didn't know a damned thing about him. <br><br><strong>"I don't know when it happened."</strong> Steph responded to Jason through gasping moans and ragged breathes. <strong>"You just make me wet."</strong> Still moaning and reaching for air, <strong>"So wet."</strong><br><br>Long term didn't exist to her, and the past was starting to slip away in her ecstasy. It was particularly bright in the room. But there wasn't much she could do about that, and she was enjoying the view quite a bit, for a change. Steph was usually self-conscious in bright lights, preferring dim illumination, or none. Her tunnel-visioned mind didn't let her worry too long. As Jason tugged and manipulated his belts, the blonde moved one of her hands down to the wet mound between her legs. She rubbed her knees together, and squeezed her body as she let her own hand replace Jason's, watching him disrobe, smiling with mischievous delight. Steph focused on her clitoris, devoting her two middle fingers to the cause for their hard knuckles. She curled them into her palm fingers and used the strength of her whole arm to press, circle, stroke, and strike at her little wet sex button. Her hand was tilted sideways, and her fore-finger was visible under and in-bewtween her legs as she curled the finger in and up against her shallow g-spot.<br><br>Just keeping herself warm, Steph didn't bother to do much more than moan and breathe, her chest heaving up and down in rhythm with her feminine purrs. Wild charms had up and possessed her.&nbsp; As she watched his enormous cock pop out of his pants, she took a deep breathe into her chest through her noes. Her eyes widened. <em>'I have never...'</em> Steph had been with seven men in the past, and one at a time. She was convinced that she could handle a large cock. But,<em> 'V'never seen such a big cock.'</em> Her jaw dropped open and a look of concern set itself upon her face, a look that Jason had either missed, or not minded enough to give him pause. Her hand stopped moving, and her finger slipped out of her pussy. Looking up at him with an intimidated gaze, she had no idea what was about to happen to her. Steph liked it when a man groomed, but she was too distracted by his size to notice that he put care into his presentation.<br><br>She was moving across the bed, before she realized that he had grabbed her ankles. Steph opened her knees for him carefully. It had done nothing to keep him from prying them apart with rough fingers anyway. Steph quickly set her feet against the small of his back, legs flaring out like butterfly wings. She moved her hands up the bed as if she had been pulled so hard that they had been left behind. She was giggling. Her eyes were closed. <br><br>He teased at the gentle folds of her wet pussy, sliding briefly with the length of his manly erection and rubbed at her clit, much to her delight. Steph was in absolute joy. <em>'Oh yes. I love them big. I hope it hurts.'</em> Moaning, floating her head up and away from him as she could feel him angling his phallus to penetrate. She didn't want to see, she just wanted to feel it. <br><br>Then Slam! <strong>"Aaaaaah-"</strong> The initial force caused her to scream. Steph bit her lip as the syllable ended. She almost drew blood, and then added another mouth sound. <strong>"Fuck!"</strong> Gripping at the bedspread, Steph filled each of her fists full of blanket, opened her eyes and looked up to Jason's rock hard body. He was cursing, she was cursing. <strong>"Yes? Is it Good?"</strong> She had asked about the fit of her cunt with the absolute belief that he had crossed into some kind of blissful state of being just by entering. She could see some sweat developing on his chest by the shimmering light, she could barely keep her eyes open, looking up at him with a glare of the intensely aroused kind.<br><br>She utilized her long, cut body to urge him in deeper. Steph rolled her hips up so that he went inside another half inch. She Spat another harsh sound into the room, closing it off with a loud moan. <strong>"Ahh-Ah-Ahmmmm"</strong> As she moaned, her hips rolled back, letting him out just enough to reel him back in. With her ass hanging off of the bed, Steph was finding it difficult to get the full range of motion that she was used to. He was holding her up without much difficulty, but Stephanie's nature was to grind and work at his cock with her own body. She liked to be held down and fucked, but she was too excited to lay back and do nothing. <br><br>Jason had everything under control. <br><br>Once half of his cock was slathered in her juices, he was able to bury himself in her completely, pulling her up to his waist, lifting the small of her back off of the bed as well. Steph screamed in equal parts pain and delight. She could barely form words at all. Just loud vowel sounds and gasping breathes as if she were suffocating, and fully enjoying the process. Rapid slams into her pelvis followed in an instant. His body was tense, his motions and his explosion of sexual frustration seemed much more keen than hers. She had wanted him badly. But once he had had a taste of her sweet pussy, he had become completely enraged. Stephanie could barely breathe. She was squeaking with sudden jolts of pain as he burried her shoulders against the mattress with every hard impact. She was starting to feel like a fuck toy. <em>'I love it.'</em> The sensations of her body had not allowed her mind to think about what this aggressive sexual style might mean about him, about her, or about them in general.<br><br><strong>"Harder!" </strong>Was practically the only thing on her mouth or her mind.<br><br>He had a hold of her hips, jack-hammering into her from base to tip again and again. She was howling, cursing, her eyes were clinched shut. She was biting her lip when she wasn't vocalizing her exuberance and enthusiasm. The muscles in Stephanie's belly stretched, her ass, and her back compressed. She tried to lift her legs so that he had an easier entrance. Her thighs successfully got out of the way, and the impact that his hips were having now were fully against the bottom of her ass. The concussive sound of two wet bodies slapping against eachother only made Steph more wet, and more excitable. The impacts were so strong, and so fast, that the dull pain of the stretching wasn't even tangible behind the loud screaming pains that were everywhere else in her pussy. Jason was dangerously close to doing damage to her, every fourth or fifth thrust had reached the deep opening of her cervix.<br><br><strong>"Keep going! Don't- Do- D- Aaah! Yes! Don't fucking... Aaah!....."</strong> Stephanie's scream went on for ages. She was practically singing for him, shaken to her core, and rocked like a backstage groupie. <strong>"...aaah! Don't stop. Please, Keep - Fucking me."</strong><br><br>Stephanie had realized after forty or fifty earthshattering thrusts, that she wasn't going to fall off of the bed. She brought her hand to her clit again, and used to same two knuckles to rub herself into oblivion. She was still begging him to continue. <strong>"Dont- Just don't fucking. Ah!"</strong> Her eyes were slammed shut, her hair was a wreck, even though her other free hand was up to her head, fingers running through the long golden locks. Her thighs were starting to convulse. The speed of the hand between her legs continued. She pulled her own hair and craned her neck back, compressing her back further, and lifting her breasts up toward Jason a few inches. <br><br>Then Steph violently screamed and moaned for well over seven seconds in one continuous celebration.<br><br>As her first orgasm fired through her body, her feet slipped off of his back, her thighs started to press together, at first, trying to squeeze at Jason's hips, and then eventually rising up, and finding a place for her knees to press together beneath his massive arms. The interior muscles of her pussy squeezed and retracted over ten times. Hot juices and slick cream spilled out of her, dripping from both of their bodies and onto the floor. Her feet were off to either side as her knees were pinned together in front of Jason's solar-plexus. She was convulsing underneath him. Reaching for nothing with one hand, and circling her clit violently with the other.<br><br>Once she finished, her hand stopped, and rested on her belly. The other hand was up around her head, like a frame for her splayed out hair.<br><br>Her pussy kept vibrating, and randomly jerking tighter for a fractions of seconds at a time, but once the orgasm completely receded, Stephanie opened her eyes, she smiled and stopped screaming. Her legs separated, and dangled at his sides without any effort to hold them up. The man fucking her must have known what he had done. His thrusts had slowed down, and he seemed like he was a little bit closer, perhaps even a little bit softer for a moment. Her legs wrapped around him again, and she started to feel the freedom to move her hips.<strong> "That was good."</strong> Her voice was much calmer, but she was still gasping with a moan every time his tip pushed to the extent of her limit. She could take his whole cock, but only barely, and only through the sensation of an occasional slam to the stinging depth that he could accomplish.<br><br>The Red Hood had pushed her up the bed, her buttocks had slid back onto the surface of the mattress. <br><br>Steph wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. She almost leaned up to kiss his mask again. Deciding to kiss his chest instead, she lifted herself just enough to make contact. Her hips naturally started to roll with his, up and down again.&nbsp; <strong>"Haahg!"</strong> ... A shallow gasp ... <strong>"Haa!"</strong> ...And another high pitched gasp...<strong> " ... Aah ...."</strong> ... Still gasping ... <strong>" ... Agh"</strong> His steady, slow rhtyhmic pounding was just as good as his rapid jack-hammer. <strong>"Really-Ah! good-Aahha! There's more -Uh! yeah? - Mm! Much more?" </strong>With exagerated, slightly deeper and sharper breathes. As the two of them found a new rhythm, Steph threw her head back gently against the bed, she was almost laughing as she moaned with a manic smile on her face.It appeared like the tiny blonde on the bed might have been building toward another orgasm, slowly, her hips grinding against his subtle jabs. <strong>"Ah-... Ah- ... Ah- ....Ah"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 06:44:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason pushes Steph up the bed and begins to fuck her slowly. Has an internal debate on whether he should cum inside of her. Then, Jason starts slamming into her hard until she cums, and he almost loses control and does so too. Jay pulls out of her and blindfolds her with her ruined shirt, and flips her so that she's on her stomach. He plops down hard on her bed and finally it breaks, but before she can get mad at him, Jason pulls her head into his lap and forces her to suck his dick. He takes off his helmet and tosses it to the floor.<hr><hr><br>He held his position for a moment, just allowing victorious waves of adrenaline to burst through his body. It felt so good. His fingers found new grips on her thighs as he held her legs up. Dropping her would be stupid, and would probably kill the mood a little bit. He hadn't been holding still inside of her for too long before Steph began to move her hips, slowly urging him deeper. If it wasn't for her desire to be pinned down and fucked hard, Jason would have loved to see her ride. It wasn't that he was lazy, it was just that he usually liked to let his girl take control of him, use him for her own pleasure. Things were different with Steph, though. He was very much out of his comfort zone, but was so overwhelmed with a sense of masculinity. He had to be heard, be felt. He had to roar.<br><br>His cock had been slowly edging into her, before Jay slammed his hips forward. She could take it; She howled, but he could tell that she loved it. His iron hands grasping her legs, her back arching off the bed and pushing her pussy into him, Jason was ready to give her what she desired. Grunting angrily, working out his frustrations of the Cluemaster case, Jason began to fuck her to the rhythm of the sound of pounding flesh, both of their animalistic groans, and the creaking protest of her wooden bedframe. Every time his dick hit deep inside her, occasionally grazing her cervix, he thought that he would never be able to pull out. She was so overwhelmingly tight that he couldn't believe she wasn't a virgin. <br><br>She screamed at him for more. Jason was giving it his 100%, but he added some fuel to the fire anyways, hatefucking her until his balls ached from slapping against her ass too hard. His calves were straining, screaming at him for tightening up too much. She wasn't even making sense, half wailing, half forcefully threatening him, demanding more. Then, begging. He loved it when girls moaned and cried and screamed, but even if Steph had gone completely silent, Jason would not have stopped. She moved a hand to her pussy, knuckling down against her clitoris like she hated it. His legs and back were ready to give out... He wasn't ready to cum yet, but staring down at her, seeing a panicked, obsessive look twisting her features as she mindlessly moved a hand through her hair... It was getting him close.<br><br>Before he could collapse on top of her, his girl screamed like she hadn't before, pride enveloping over Jason. <em>I did this to her. She won't forget this.</em> He loved to make them cum, he really did. She had been digging her heels into his back until now, but she moved them, throwing them right up under Jason's arms, like she was having a nice stretch with her orgasm. Even though he had been pulling her legs apart, as Steph came, she closed them shut with almost metahuman strength; He watched her quiver and tremble as he struggled to catch his own breath. After what seemed like half a minute, she just went slack, collapsing back on her bed. She looked almost tired, a small smile pressed against her lips. Jason slowly inched ahead inside of her, knowing that anything more might have hurt her in the moment. <strong>"Heh, I'm not done yet,"</strong> he warned her, his prick still iron inside of her, especially now that he had a moment to catch his breath and regain some stamina.<br><br>He wrapped his hands beneath her ass and began to push her forward on the bed, her blankets wrinkling beneath her, sheets coming loose at the corner of the bed; He was surprised it hadn't happened earlier. Now, Stephie could rest her entire back, butt and legs on the bed, though she threw them up in the air again, around his waist, as he began to slowly sink down into her, his red helmet so close to her face. <em>How could she like this? I should take it off.</em> He said <em>should</em>. He knew he would, but was afraid of ruining the moment. Maybe it would turn her completely off. His masked face so close to kissing her, Jason could only hold onto his desires as he began to pound her again, setting his knees up under her butt and slamming down onto her, able to make nice, long strokes, his tip threatening to slide right out of her a few times. He wanted Steph to feel every inch of him come and go. Her mattress was squeaking now, it was the soundtrack to baby-making. <em>Fuck, I wanna cum inside of her,</em> but the thought was pushed out by overwhelming common sense. <em>The grandson of Willis Todd and Cluemaster. Fuck the world.</em><br><br>Jason went for a long time like this, more than five minutes at least. His balls were boiling, he was so close to cumming, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. She'd been the best lay of his life, and who knew if they'd ever hook up again? He kept thinking about stupid shit, depressing stuff, just enough so that it tamed his need to fill her with jizz, but he could still stay hard. He was moaning over her. <strong>"Ahh, oh, oh fuck yeah. Oh shit, Steph!"</strong> He didn't know how girls did it, couldn't imagine the muscle control involved, but it was like she was twisting his cock with her pussy. She had her arms wrapped around him, and after a while, he started doing the same, strong forearms going around her shoulders, pulling her up against his chest. It wasn't easy, with less room between their bodies for him to pull back from her, but Jason made up for it by really slamming into her hard now, the bed beneath making wretched noises. One of those beefy arms slid down her back, long enough to touch the top of her crack, wondering... <em>Nah. Most girls don't dig.</em><br><br>He could feel her building up to it; The vibrations blowing through her traveled through her pubic bone right into his. He continued to slam down into her, not fast, but <em>hard</em>. The bed howled. He was gonna break it. Then, Steph came again, and from the way Jason began to gasp beneath his helmet, she might have thought he was cumming at the same time. He just barely managed to hold off, pulling his knees together as she wrapped her entire body around him, the side of her face brushing against his hood. All of his muscles were on fire again. For a moment, he wasn't even sure that he <em>hadn't</em> came, besides the fact that a moment later, when Stephanie stopped seizing up beneath him, he was still rock solid.<br><br>As if he was finished with her, Jason climbed off of Stephanie, but he didn't go for his clothes or move too far away; He was lifting up her back, to grab something she had been laying on the entire time. And before she could scream at him for pulling his cock out of her, Jay grabbed her by her blonde head, and swaddled her old, shredded-up shirt around her head, tying it into a knot behind her. Then, he grabbed her under her belly and flipped her over, putting Steph on her stomach. He sat down beside her, putting a lot of weight beneath him, and ironically, that's when the bed collapsed, Jason barely getting his feet out of the way as plywood snapped and buckled and the bed and the frame below fell a couple of feet.<br><br>He started to laugh, unable to help himself, but didn't let Stephanie get a word or a chuckle in. He grabbed her hard by her blonde hair and pulled her into his lap, pushing his slippery dick between her lips and shoving her head downwards until he was tickling her throat. <strong>"Fucking suck,"</strong> he told her in an exhausted voice. One hand clutched the back of her skull, the other went to his own, slowly undoing the safeties on his helmet. Steph would hear the clatter of something hard and slightly heavy hit the wood flooring, and for the first time, she heard his voice unimpeded by a helmet sigh with pleasure. Jason leaned back against the pile of blankets and covers at the head of her bed, surveying the chaos around them, happier than he had been in a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-12-2015, 19:17:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/steph_zpsplbsl3ii.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Stephanie Sucks on Jason's cock a lot. She tells him that its 'ok' to cum in her mouth, as long as he is able to cum in her pussy again later. She is a vulgar little blonde. Oh, and she sucks on his cock a lot too.<br><hr><hr><br>Melting vanilla ice-cream. Stephanie was being transformed into a slippery little fuck toy for Jason to enjoy. She couldn't believe how hot he was making her. This sudden sexual episode was surprising her in more than obvious ways. The Red Hood was aggressive, powerful, manly in every way, commanding, and a demon in the sack. Steph didn't always have enough time to have her own orgasms during sex. In the past, it was difficult for her partners to get her to climax, or even cum once. She had the blessing of a fit young body that looked like one half supermodel, and one half cheerleader. But being as sexy as she was also had its detriments. More than one man had had trouble staying hard for her, cumming to soon, and ruining evening after evening for her. Jason was nothing like any man that had fucked her before.<br><br>He was rocking her.<br><br>She had never been pounded so hard in this position. She screamed and moaned without control over her vocal chords. She was only trying to breathe, but Jason had managed to slam her harder than he was able to before. It would have been perplexing for her if she was able to think clearly. The fact was that he was more muscular than any man had ever been with her. He was stronger. Steph was doing everything out of desperation. Her legs had wrapped around his back again, locking her ankles together just above his ass. She could feel everyone of his thrusts inside of her, and she could feel the intense push and pull of his body with her legs. She was practically vibrating underneath him. Her pussy was a white hot explosion. <strong>"Harder!"</strong> she managed to command him in between her staggered breathing.<strong> "Harder, Fuck." </strong>Steph had wrapped one of her hands under his arm, and the other was wrapped around his hard red helmet. <br><br>She hadn't really felt it coming. She was licking the side of his mask, her fingers digging into his shoulder, and arching against the smooth surface on the back of his head. She was relaxing her inner walls as he pushed in, and trying to squeeze him as he pulled out with every thrust.<strong> "Oh my god!"</strong> The second orgasm of the night exploded suddenly. <strong>"Uuuuuuuuugh!"</strong> Steph pulled him in with every part of her body. She was holding his helmet against her face as her pussy convulsed again. Her back arched against her will. Her nails were starting to dig into the skin of his back. This orgasm was much more forceful than the first one. Her body was savoring the fantastic surging sensations. Her spine started to tingle, her feet were wet with sweat, and she couldn't quite keep them both behind him. Her leg collapsed down to the bed as her right leg hooked around his thigh. Her hips were rocking back and forth as her legs threatened to squeeze together again. Jason's body was in the way this time, and her thighs pressed with great force against his hips. She was groaning out with loud volume as her pussy sang for her. <strong>"Uugh! Uugh! Uugh! Oooh... Fuu-ugh-uck! Ugh. Uuuuugh!"</strong> Stephanie's body stopped flexing and twitching.<br><br><strong>"I just came again."</strong> She whispered into his ears. His cock was still pounding inside, if not a little bit too slowly for her own tastes. <br><br>The Red Hood seemed to have already known that fact, he was pulling away, as if his job was finished. Steph giggled, her eyes were closed. She felt like everything was done. She hadn't felt him cum inside of her. But, her windpipe was exhausted, the fight in her was fading. She was feeling the urge to cuddle. Jason had made a mess of her. But he wasn't finished with her yet. As tired as she might have been, she was primed for more exploitation. Confused, Steph let Jason lift her, yank the cotton out from beneath her. Like a doll, or a victim of violence, she moved with him, letting him do whatever he wanted. She didn't expect him to blindfold her with her ripped up t-shirt. And, the action didn't quite make sense to her. But she was smiling widely as he performed the dominant action. <br><br>She was blind. Some light was sneaking into her vision from the top of the make-shift blindfold, but she made no effort to see. She knew what he wanted, instinctively. He wanted to take his helmet off. She didn't blame him, mostly because the thought didn't completely occur to her.<strong> "Oh-"</strong> she stuttered over herself. <strong>"Okay."</strong> Steph giggled as his strong hands forced her into darkness. He turned her effortlessly, Steph was loving it.<strong> "Oh. Yeah?" </strong>The urge to be fucked sideways and filled up with hot cum was overwhelming her again. <strong>"Nasty little bitch."</strong> She cursed her own nasty naughtiness again. Yes, she was tired. No, she wasn't done. She wanted him to explode inside of her badly now, and everything he did felt like it was bringing that sweet moment of release closer and closer. <br><br>She was on her belly now, fully expecting to feel his hips place themselves behind her ass, and plow into her from behind as his strong hands locked her hips into his control. But that didn't happen.<br><br>First, the bed underneath her collapsed, and she didn't really know why.<strong> "My fucking be-"</strong> In shock, she laughed out a complaint about her bed, but she wasn't able to finish the thought. Jason had no interest in hearing her talk about the frame of her boxspring. Her scalp was pulled, her abdomen, hips, and her legs contorted underneath her as he angled her mouth down. She could feel what was happening.<em> 'He's pulling me to his cock.'</em> She opened her mouth, fully aware of how big he was. She opened up wide, and sure enough, that slick, pussy soaked erection slammed into her throat.<br><br>Steph gagged instantly, but she moaned in response to having his hardness against her lips and her tongue. She could hear the helmet hit the ground, she could hear Jason's voice moaning and groaning.<br><br>She moved around on the bed, getting to one of her knees, stretching her other leg down the mattress, flexing and bending so that she could use both of her hands. Not being able to see at all inspired her to be a little bit more nasty than she would have been with anyone else at any other time. Steph reached up to her lips and wrapped her fingers and palm around the length of his cock that hadn't been forced into her mouth. She was surprised to feel how long his cock really was. <em>'This is the biggest dick I've ever sucked.'</em> Steph liked a challenge. And she followed his instructions. Her wet little pussy was pressing against one of his thighs, as she angled his cock downward, opening her throat, and forcing him deep into the beautiful orifice of her face. She had never had such a distinct taste of her own pussy. She had cum twice, covering his hardness with her juices completely. His sparing pubic hair was hot and wet too. Steph loved it. No man had ever gone to her mouth immediately after forcing two strong orgasms out of her. The taste was incredibly arousing.<br><br>One of Steph's hands floated upward, feeling at his muscular abs. She dug her fingernails into his skin, scratching, squeezing, pulling, and rubbing against his manly form. As she sucked on his hard cock, bobbing up and down. Her hand stroked the rock hard base. She pressed against the metallic feel of his body. <em>'He's like a fucking statue.' </em>Everything was so stiff. The manhood in her mouth felt like a hot steel rod. The thigh against her pussy was hot piece of concrete. She slowly ground her hips up and down, rubbing her clitoris against his leg. <br><br>The depth of her mouth was welcoming. Steph had a fairly responsive gag reflex, but she could play mind-tricks with herself. Angling his cock correctly, and her neck at the right pitch, she was able to force him down her open throat. Steph slid her lips down his shaft, hoping to feel his ballsack against her lower lip. <br><br>It took a minute or two of forcing him deeper and deeper. She struggled to breathe, but she managed to gasp at opportune moments. Steph could use her nose when she was bobbing up and down, but after every attempt to throat him completely, she had to lift off in order to take a sharp inhale through her mouth. She worked quick, with urgency, passion, and desperation. She wanted him in her throat badly. With every gasp, her hand managed to spread all of the slippery mixture of saliva, pussy juice, and throat lotion together.<br><br>After about seven attempts, Stephanie was able to reach her goal. His cock was all the way in her mouth, her throat had been invaded, and she wasn't gagging anymore. <br><br>She was moaning, somehow. Her lips against the base of his cock. Both of her hands went up to grope his angular hips. She started to slam her mouth against his body now. Fucking her own face with his long cock.<br><br>She could feel a grip on her hair, holding her in place, his hips moving up to help her in the attempt to damage her windpipe. She made a gurgling sound deep in her neck as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. Steph let him do it, she went limp and focused on one thing; keeping her throat open. Her hands went soft, and she rubbed against his hips as if he was one giant phallus in need of stroking. Her mind was going empty. Her breathe was fading. She let him fuck her face until she nearly passed out from a lack of oxygen. Steph tapped against his hip with her right hand, and she could feel the release on the back of her head.<br><br>She lifted off of his cock and gasped for air. Both of her hands went down to his cock as her forehead landed against the rock of his abs. She took deep breathes for a moment, as her hard grip jacked him off for a few seconds. Once Steph caught her breathe, she was immediately back into action, forcing her lips around his member, and driving it deep into her throat again. She went limp as she grabbed a handful of her own hair. Letting him fuck her face again. She could feel his hand replace hers, and she let go of her hair, returning her hands to his hips, ready to tap against him the next time it felt like she was going to pass out.<br><br>She was possessed. She enjoyed the sensations. Steph wanted to make a man feel like she was willing to die to please him. She was willing to put her health in his hands. She didn't want to feel like a lady. She wanted to feel like a toy. She wanted to make him explode, if possible more than once. Steph prided herself in being the best woman in bed on the entire planet. And she was going to suck Jason Todd into oblivion before she was willing to even remove the blindfold from her face.<br><br>After the third gasp for air, Steph set her head down onto his belly, and jerked him off more slowly in order to tell him something quietly. She was angled just right so that her pert little tits were rubbing against his erection. Still slowly sliding her palms up and down his length, she forced his hard wet cock against the soft flesh of her chest. <strong>"You can cum in my mouth if you need to. I don't mind. But As long as you can get hard again. I need you to cum in my pussy too."</strong> She kissed his skin beside his belly button.<strong> "I need you to cum in my pussy too."</strong> Repeating herself. Steph's innocent little voice sounded almost childlike, she was hungry for him, and her favorite thing in the sexual scope was being filled up with hot cum. <strong>"I need you to."</strong> <br><br>She was done with her plea, and her mouth was around his base again in the next instant.<br><br>The process repeated over and over again. Steph deepthroated him to let him thrust into her mouth, she tapped at his body, gasped, caught her breathe and dove into the deep end as if she were being paid to do it. As if she had a gun to her head. It was primal, powerful. She needed to please him. It didn't matter to her how much her ears were ringing, or what kind of pain she felt in the back of her throat and her jaw. She was growing lightheaded, and that only added to the erotic feeling of being facefucked. She was crying, but only because her body was forcing her to do so. She was laughing, giggling, moaning. Steph was even urging herself closer to another orgasm, even though the stimulation on her end was low.<br><br>After so many repitions of this explosive felattio. Steph could feel Jason pulling her off completely. She didn't know if he was close to cumming, and didn't want to yet. She didn't know if he was too excited. She could only tell that he was pulling her away and up his body. She shifted with him and put her wet hands against his chest. Steph lowered her face to kiss his pecs. She nibbled at his flesh, and worked up toward his neck. Licking him, sucking him and kissing him. It didn't completely occur to her that she had access to his lips until she felt his jaw against her mouth.<br><br>The moment she noticed, she put a wet kiss against his lips. She moaned in response, moving her leg across his body, feeling his rock hard erection against her thigh. Steph broke the kiss and giggled a bit under her breathe.<strong> "Take me Hood. Fuck me again. I'm close." </strong>She whispered into his ear, before wrapping her lips around it and letting her tongue caress his earlobe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 04:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason is crushing hard on this teenage dream. He's relaxing like it's a vacation as Steph slavishly sucks him off. Enchanted with her, Jason finds himself agreeing as she asks that he eventually cum inside of her. Then, she sucks him off more, deepthroating him a second time before Jason has to tear her away before he wastes his load in her mouth. He kisses her hard on the mouth for a very long moment, before he pulls her onto his dick and begins to fuck her while she rides him cowgirl.<br><br>Then, before he cums, Jason pushes her onto her back and glazes her chest. He gives her a long kiss afterwards, and advises her to get a new bed, implying he'd like to see her again in a cocky, Robin-esque way. He begins to dress, but not before implying she should remain blindfolded for now.<hr><hr><br>Leaning back against a stack of pillows, her mattress leaning heavily at a tilt atop her shattered boxspring, Jason felt amazing. Finally naked head to toe, same as her, he was the most comfortable he'd been all night. After grabbing her by her head and pulling her forward to suck on his cock, Jason oozed back into it more, as if he were getting a relaxing massage, his mind decompressing for a moment while a strong hand stayed on the back of Steph's skull, not quite facefucking her, but keeping her from pulling away. For the first time, one of Steph's hands touched him, reaching up and grabbing his now unprotected cock, wrapping around his base. She wasn't jerking him, but just that pressure on his manhood felt amazing; Steph clearly knew what she could do to please him. Her other free hand began to crawl up his thigh until it was resting on his tight gut, not shy at all as she began to scratch at him. Jason hissed through his teeth, and to reward her, he pushed his butt off the bed a few inches, forcing himself deeper into her mouth.<br><br>Soon, he was more petting her soft, blonde hair than he was using it as a rein like before, allowing Stephanie to suck him off as she pleased. He could feel her trying to take him deeper and deeper... <strong>"Ohh, fuck, just like that, baby girl,"</strong> he groaned encouragingly, his knee kicking up into the air so that he could rub a bare foot against her hip. He just wanted to touch her, swallow her up within his masculine form, devour her forever. Her skin was so soft and warm. If he'd known Stephanie better, he'd want to stay with her all night, have her fall asleep in his arms. Even worse than knowing that nothing like that could or would ever happen, Jason knew he'd have to leave as soon as this was over, despite how grimy and tired he'd feel. Distracted by his thoughts, and by the erotic way Steph was grinding against his knee, her slippery pussy and clit rubbing against him, Jason didn't even realize how close she was to taking him into her throat until it was already happening.<br><br>As soon as those hot lips were wrapped around his base, wet saliva dribbling down onto his balls, Jason couldn't help but yell out loud. <strong>"Oh, Jesus! Fuck me, Steph!"</strong> His back shot up, forcing him into sitting up straight, and he had both hands insistently on the back of her head. This was almost better than pussy, but infinitely impressive. He was so close to cumming now; She stopped moving, allowing Jason to fuck her throat for a few moments, wondering if she was interested in swallowing. Thankfully, she finally made a submissive motion, patting him on the hip, a universal symbol for <em>you're choking the shit out of me.</em> He let her go, and sagged back against the pillows again, knowing he had been maybe thirty seconds away from cumming. He'd never held back for this long before, and he knew it was going to be unforgettable once he finally did it.<br><br>She gasped for a while, before she rested her head on those tight abs she had been ripping into before, and began to casually jerk his coc, which was slippery and slimy with pre-cum and spit, not that she seemed to mind at all. This small fingers glided up and down him, and he could only imagine how anti-climatic this would all be if he just exploded all over those digits, depriving the each of them one last shot at her pussy. He gazed lazily down at her, twirling her blonde hair with a finger, pushing it out of her eyes, not that it mattered really. She was very confident in her movements without her sight, to the point that he worried she could secretly see him. Steph pushed herself up with her arms, her breasts mashing against his dick. <em>Oh, she knows what she's doing. I love her already.</em><br><br>The compromise she offered him was... Interesting. And kinky. And he wanted to agree to it so bad.. In fact, Jason found himself agreeing before he had a moment to really think about. <strong>"Uhh, yeah,"</strong> he replied stupidly, kicking himself mentally a fraction of a second later. No fucking way was he just going to bust inside of her. He couldn't commit to a kid. She didn't even mention birth control. Maybe it had been implied, somehow? But Jason did not want to take that chance. But god, he wanted to hit it again so bad, he'd agree to kill a world leader or two for Steph in that moment. His hands almost moved to grab her, and pull her into his lap so he could fuck her again, but blindfolded, she didn't see it, and he stopped himself as those lips returned to his dick again, kissing and sucking just above his testicles.<br><br>She hadn't given him enough of a breather by the time she was swallowing him into her throat. Steph seemed driven, tortured, desperate as she blew him away. His body didn't know what to do. He threw himself back against the pillows, which were sliding out from underneath him now, falling to the ground. His back arched, his hips rising up to meet her halfway again, one hand clutching the sheets like it was his death bed, the other forcefully guiding her head, his legs wrapped around her back, heels digging into her spine. It didn't last long. He was about to explode.<br><br><strong>"Stop stop stop stop,"</strong> he warned her, pulling her off of his dick, clenching his knees together, as if he was willing himself to not cum. And it had been close. He was audibly gasping. Only a few of his frantic heartbeats passed before Jason reached beneath Steph's armpits and pulled her up to him, resting her in his lap, his dick ready to slip inside of her again. Two strong palms went to the globes of her ass cheeks, squeezing, massaging her, giving himself a moment to cool down again, to explore her amazing little body. Steph didn't simply want to wait around, though, that hot mouth of hers going to his chest, kissing, sucking, biting, threatening to leave a few scars that wouldn't be as painful to remember as the others. Her lips explored upwards, Jason leaning into her kiss submissively, almost forgetting that Steph had practically begged to be abused. Their roles were almost reversed now, but she quickly reminded him, planting a kiss on his lips, before asking again to be fucked. While she busied herself with his ear, he gave a gentle nod...<br><br>But first, Jason seized her by the cheeks, and pushed his mouth against hers again. He had been wanting to kiss her this entire time, and the first, just a second ago, had not been good or long enough. He snaked his tongue against hers, tasting her, tasting his own dick; he didn't mind it at all. The way his body trembled and shook as he wrapped strong arms around her back made it seem like she was stealing his vitality, like it was one of those sexy horror movies. Wide palms moved down her back, until he was grabbing her butt again, lifting her up, quickly positioning his sore cock at the opening of her parted lips again. <br><br>Then, he slammed her down, going balls deep inside of her without any hesitation. Without his hand to seize her head, their lips were barely hanging together by a thread, far enough from her kisses to groan and curse once again. He sagged back against the mattress again, and Steph was riding on top of him now, though by no means was he going to let her do all, or even some of the work. His muscular forearms were strong enough that he could have shamed professional weightlifters and strongmen. With the last of the energy that he possessed that evening, Jason was going to make her see it. Grasping each of her cheeks, he began to slam her down on his cock, her ass clapping loudly against his thighs that were thrusting upwards to meet her. His legs were burning with strain, but he'd give her every ounce of his effort tonight. He loved seeing how her young body bounced on top of him, those beautiful tits trembling almost hypnotic to his perverted gaze. <br><br>Jay knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She had sucked him off for what must have been at least ten minutes, and they'd been screwing like monsters for twice as long as that. <strong>"You want this right in your pussy? You want that shit?"</strong> He dared her to say yes. So close to his climax, even Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He knew what she wanted, she moaned about as much to him, the slut desperate to be bred. He almost gave it to her. His fingers were digging deep into her flesh, sure to leave bruises in her ass cheeks. Her sweet cunt was choking him, twisting him in a vice. It would have been so easy to just let go, blast a load right into her womb, snuggle up next to her, and worry about the consequences later.<br><br><em>Oh, in an ideal world.</em><br><br>Suddenly, Jason seized her by her sides and yanked her off of his cock. In a quick, combative motion, Jason put Steph right down on her back, a hand on her throat, choking her. The other hand went to his cock, giving himself a few quick tugs; He had already been so close. A second later, he was howling like a beast, and the blind-folded Spoiler felt about a dozen hot strings of cum spray across her tits, a few shots going wild and splashing against her neck and beneath her chin. <strong>"Oh, god, god damn,"</strong> he moaned, losing his mind. Nothing had ever felt so good, except for his vivid imagination of an alternate universe where he had allowed himself to finish in her pussy. <br><br>Jason continued to sit on her chest for a long moment, still ineffectively beating off, as his defeated manhood began to shrink in his grasp. Finally, he pulled his knees off of her, and leaned down to kiss Steph right on the lips. Longer, deeper than before, his hot breath spraying across her lips as he was still struggling to catch his breath. A long moment later, he pulled away, quipping raggedly, <strong>"Sorry about your bed, chica. Hope you get a new one before I pay you another visit."</strong> He put a hand on her face, on her blindfolded eyes, a silent warning to keep it on for a moment, at least. His weight sagging against the mattress was relieved as he rolled away and began to reach for his clothes, silently dressing with his back turned to her. She was so good. Jason was already thinking of more excuses to see her again. He had been resolute earlier about fucking and forgetting, but Steph had her hooks in him now, for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 09:10:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/steph_zpsplbsl3ii.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Steph reaches her third orgasm right before Jason passes the point of no return. It is a revitalizing climax that shakes her to her core. She reacts poorly to his decision. <br><br>Steph lays down where he left her, dealing with her emotions silently, well aware that if she has a temper tantrum, she could lose him and his amazing cock forever. She realizes that she needs him. She uses the blindfold to clean her chest, and her neck, but she keeps her promise, and doesn't let herself open her eyes. Stephanie asks him why he chose not to cum inside of her vagina. She is absolutely puzzled, and she needs some kind of explanation. Not expecting one, she stands in her nudity to confront him, blind, and peacefully, I might add. She playfully punches him in the chest when she finds him (or at least tries to), still upset with him for pulling out before his orgasm. She gives him his first pet name, and goes in to kiss him goodbye, trying to get an official verbal agreement that he'll stop by again.<br><hr><hr><br>Pure arousal had utterly turned her into some kind of story book monster. She needed him. She wanted his soul, in a way, and in another way, she had already taken it. Steph had no idea how obsessed he had become. It had been too instant in his mind to even register as a thought in hers. After all, time was too abstract for her to fathom in her state. There was no future, and no past. The ghost of the present moment had dominated her, the same way that he had. <br><br>There was no light, she had gone to closing her eyes under the blindfold, she didn't like it, but he was trying to protect his identity. It didn't feel fair. But, equality, and fairness did not matter at all. She had no fear in the present. She could feel everything. The nod of his head, the strong grip of his fingers, the strength of his iron cock. The heat of their bodies, the sweat, the taste of his cum. The sweet, sweet taste of his cum; his lips, his skin, his saliva. It was therapy to her, it was absolute calm. It felt like she was on some kind of stage, never had one man been so attentive. He was a stronger man than any before. And, strong in many ways. His muscles had nothing to do with his personality. She was starting to feel his dedication, his attention was focused, he could feel what she was feeling, and what she was craving. It was primal at its core, and having his orgasm didn't seem to motivate him at all. If she didn't know any better, she could feel him actually holding himself back, trying to keep himself from finishing. <br><br>She was giggling, she couldn't control herself at all.<br><br>Stephanie hadn't even thought about it. Men before had been upset with her for kissing them after she had sucked on their cock. Naturally, they were afraid of their own cum, and Jason had not erupted in her mouth the way she expected him to, but there had been plenty of salt against her tongue. He either hadn't felt the pre-cum that was filling her mouth constantly, or he didn't mind the feeling of his own slick juices in his mouth. It might have been indistinguishable from the rest of the wetness that was covering half of her face, and most of her neck. The two of them were locked in a sweaty kiss now. She wrapped herself around him in every way that she could manage. She let his tongue in, moaned in reaction to his loving embrace. He had an odd way of treating her like a whore and treating her like a princess at the same time. the blindfold was starting to irritate her as well. She wanted to see his face. In her mind, he had a strong face, a handsome face, and possibly a burned face. The red on his mask suggested that he might have once been burned by fire. She imagined leather-like scars across his cheeks. <em>'His lips feel normal.' </em>Her mind was a bit busy, as lost as she was in pure erotic energy.<br><br>It felt like she might have dropped dead with anticipation. <br><br>She was willing to be put into any position that Jason wanted to put her in. She would have let him kill her in that moment if he so desired, she was that happy. As his hands wrapped around the firm cheeks of her behind, and lifted her above his throbbing manhood, she put her palms against both sides of his face. It felt, for a moment, like she could see him. He had a strong jaw, and the scars that she had imagined there were not present. He had stubble, healthy skin. His face was hot, wet, and strong. She could feel the muscles in his cheeks tighten as he lowered her body down, entering her again. <br><br>If she had not been wearing a blindfold, she would have been looking him directly in the face. Her lips parted, and her throat rattled with a moan. <strong>"Oh Hood..."</strong> She wished she had known his name, <em>'men like it when you say their name,' </em>and she liked to beg for more with the use of their name. She was still tight, but it had not been as much of a chore this time, in one instant, her body was empty. In the next, her soft pussy lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, and the tip of him was pressed against the top of her. The rattling moan quickly transformed into a shout. Her nails started to dig into the soft flesh of his face and neck, but she kept herself from scraping, or puncturing him, then. <br><br><em>'I know whats happening.'</em> She could feel the burn in her thighs, her knees were holding her up, her toes pointed backwards along the sides of his legs. She was sitting on top of him now, as he leaned back to rest on the mattress. The tilt of the bed, caused by the broken supports underneath them had created an awkward angle for her. An angle that she had never been in before. In addition, Steph had never been on top of some one like this, while simultaneously being completely manhandled and thrown around. She had started to grind, pop, hop, and jump. But within miliseconds, Jason had put an end to that. <br><br>It felt like she was still being held down. She didn't need her arms to help her keep herself up. She didn't need her legs, she didn't need a single muscle in her body. He was in complete control, as he had been the whole time. It was nice to know that she could anything with her hands, and suffer no consequence. So, she squeezed at her breasts, she pinched her taught nipples. She ran her hands through her hair, and she put a finger or two in her mouth, just to have something to suck on. She was possessed, still. It never occurred to her that she could have taken the blind fold off, and looked deep into her lover's eyes. Instead, she let him do as he pleased, and Jason had not wanted her to see him. She wanted to please him, he had made her cum, he had made her squeal, he had retracted from this urge, and she had pulled him back down into a proverbial pit of joy.<br><br>It was happening again, but this time, the walls inside of her cunt were starting to vibrate, shake, and squeeze right before she felt the surge of satisfaction. The feeling of her tits bouncing up and down made them ache. His cock felt like it might have been splitting her in two. The pain was impossible to place, it was from the top of her knees all the way to the bottom of her chest. She was writing, and shouting, screaming for more. <strong>"Yes! Aaa-aah! - Ugh! Ugh! Oh! Fu-ing More! Uuuugh! Oh- Oh- Oh- Oh my fucking god! More! Yes! Yes!"</strong> Her chin was shaking. As her body reached a full forced climax, the hurricane hit the shore, and her vision went white behind the blindfold.<br><br>Another orgasm had taken control; and even though her body told her to fall over, to lay down on top of him, to kiss him, to shake, to squeeze, release, squeeze, and release again. She was only able to explode. Stephanie's voice raised an octave, her thighs insisted on squeezing together. Jason was using her as if she were an extension of his hand. It got her off, she smiled. As her waving orgasm forced her to scream and shake. She used her hands to hold herself up, leaning forward against his abs. She thought about how he was watching her cum. It was emensely satisfying, some how, to know that he could watch her reach a powerful climax, while she didn't even know what he truly looked like. She had felt his face, and she had heard his voice. She had run her hands through his hair. But that was all for naught. She didn't know a damn thing. As her body writhed, and pulsated for him for over thirty long seconds, she was still in the middle of her overwhelming third orgasm, the top of the mountain for her sexually, in that night, in that moment, and in her entire life.<br><br>As she was cumming, that was when Jason had reached his peak as well. But he hadn't kept his word. As she was shaking, in a complete lack of control, she felt herself go backwards.<br><br>His cock slipped out, and she could feel her cunt squeezing more profoundly, with nothing inside for it to squeeze, the sensation was almost painful. The joy wrapped around her became longing instantly, and she opened her eyes in shock to try and find out what had happened. Of course, she couldn't see. She could sort of feel what was going on, in the middle of a rich sexual explosion, she wasn't entirely sure. Landing on her back, for the first moment, she thought that he was just changing his position, reclaiming the top. She waited for a flash of time or two for his cock to slide inside again. He had been able to keep himself contained for so long. She hadn't thought for a moment that he was cumming. He had been nearly inhuman in his ability to hold back. <br><br>He was choking her again, making her final orgasm feel even dirtier than it had before. As her back hit the angled mattress, she had the sensation of being upside down. <em>'Is he holding me down with his knee?' </em>She thought. He shouted, and she could feel it, the cum spraying onto her chest. <strong>"What?!" </strong>Stephanie protested in confusion. She was still reeling, on the tail end of her climax. Nothing had made sense. The cum was hot, it sprayed all over her breasts as he groaned, the sound of animal. The sound of a man with nothing left inside of him. The spray continued to fall. The first few strings of cum were already cool against her skin as the end of his stream landed against her neck.<br><br>She was enraged instantly, and he would have known it if he could have seen her eyes. She was fuming. It was like climbing a tree only to find oneself back on the ground. He kissed her, she kissed back out of reflex. But, she was steaming, livid, betrayed in a way. <em>'What kind of fucking guy is this?'</em> She had never been refused of the pleasure that he had just taken from her. The greatest climax of her life would have been over ten times as sweet if she had felt that hot cum fire deep inside of her body. Steph always came again, <em>'always.' </em>It was a natural reaction for her. When she felt a man unload inside, her body rewarded her, in a way. The idea of having a man finish AS she was climaxing like she had been. It would have likely been the most definitive moment of her entire life. He had taken that from her for no good reason. <em>'I told him to cum inside, and he decided to pull out?'</em><br><br>As he rolled off of the bed, Steph laid there in disbelief. Her chest was heaving, wet with sweat, saliva, pussy juice, and slippery cum. She had been glazed like a freshly made pastry. Shocked, she laid there to catch her breathe. Her legs were still writhing, her pussy was aching for more. Her breasts were soar, and her erect nipples were starting to tighten further, as the heat of the moment was starting to wear off, she was starting to feel cold. His cum was sliding down her ribs, and onto her bedspread. She used her fingers to try and keep the thick cream on her skin and away from her blankets. But she gave up quickly as his seed was impossible to contain. <em>'That would have been so good!'</em> Her anger was growing with every passing moment.<em> 'That would have filled me to the brim. What in the fuck just happened to him!?'</em> Everything had been perfect up until the final moment of their passion. The shock was starting to slide into actual dissapointment. <strong>"God damnit." </strong>She said outloud, completely ignoring his comment about her bed, and the fact that he would eventually stop by again.<br><br>Steph had half a mind to take his seed and shove it into her pussy herself, but that was foolish, and she knew it. It wasn't hot enough anymore to give her the sensation that she craved, and of course, she needed to feel the spurts, the pressure of an injection, the sensation of being filled would not come tonight. <strong>"I mean..."</strong> Steph trailed off, all ten of her fingers were sticky with his ejaculate. She held her hands up, and cursed again. <strong>"What in the fuck? Hood?"</strong> She was breathing heavily, whimpering, trying to control her rage. She wanted to take off his blindfold, and look him dead in the eyes to tell him that he wasn't allowed to come back.<br><br>But she was able to control herself. <br><br>As Jason dressed, Steph had gone through her sequence of emotions in rapid succession. She sat up, and turned herself around, she put her feet on the ground, and used her angled bed to hold herself up. Steph reached behind her head with her cummy fingers to carefully remove the torn shirt that had been used to obscure her vision. <strong>"Don't worry."</strong> Her voice was forgiving, and calm, suddenly, no longer protesting his decision "I'll keep my eyes closed. But, why did you do that?"[/b] She had sounded like a child who had been forced to eat her vegetables. Steph removed the blindfold. Her eyes were closed, as she had promised. She knew that she would have him again unless she did something profoundly stupid in the next few minutes. Looking him square to his face would have been something to jeopardize their future together. In just a few moments, she managed to clean his creamy white cum away from her skin with the shirt that had been torn and re-purposed. As she cleaned herself, she thought about what had just happened between them.<br><br><em>'That was the best sex of my life,'</em> it was conclusive in her mind. <em>'I need that again. I need this man.' </em>Her obsession had been obvious as he had pounded her into oblivion, but it was only clear to her in the moments after she managed to calm herself down. <strong>"I mean, I just don't get it." </strong> The desperation in her voice was gone, replaced with some form of humiliation and humor. <strong>"A girl tells you to cum inside, you cum inside, and you cum gratefully,"</strong> she said with closed eyes and a furrowed brow. Her uncovered face showed true remorse. The longing for that final satisfaction was starting to fade, but it was obvious in her expression that she had been let down by his final act of love-making.<em> 'A man could have a thousand reasons to do something so stupid.'</em> She thought, but none of them made sense to her.<br><br>Steph tossed her soiled shirt toward him, as if to make a statement, but she didn't know where he was standing, so it landed on the ground about a foot away from him. <br><br>She wanted to cuddle&nbsp; now, the urge to have him hold her, and kiss her overwhelmed her. She wanted to listen to his heart beat as she drifted off to sleep. Stephanie stood up, her knees were shaking, her body was flushed, with red blush all about her breasts, abdomen, face, neck and legs. She was taught, fit, dripping with sweat, gleaming under the light, and exposing herself to him. She walked in his direction, her hands outstretched, blind and in need of another physical touch. Her steps were timid, careful, her foot set down softly on top of his utility belt just as he reached for it, and she could feel his footsteps beside hers. She reached in his direction and felt his naked arm. <strong>"There you are."</strong><br><br>Steph made no effort to keep him away from his belongings, she lifted her foot off of his belt, and felt him reach down to pick it up. She did, however wrap her arm around his, clutching his wrist with her fingers. Then Steph punched the space where his chest was likely to be. <strong>"Next time, you better do what I say."</strong> Her urge to be filled with cum knew no bounds. <strong>"It better be soon too, I'm not going to forget you, Red Hood,"</strong> Steph said the only name that she knew him by, in order to catch his attention. It had almost sounded like she had been mocking him. Her eyes were still pinned shut. <strong>"Don't worry about the bed... We don't really need one to do that again anyway."</strong> There was a chuckle in her tone."Now, kiss me, once more before you leave, my Hood. My big strong Hood... You better come back. I can't find you so easy,"[/b] Stephanie closed the distance between them, pressing her naked body against him, lifting to her toes, and leaning in toward where his face was supposed to be. She parted her lips and aimed in the dark. <strong>"You know where to find me, now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2: Brick at First Sight (Alias &amp; Doomsday)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 05:27:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NLAJf2w.png)</div><hr><hr><strong>Summary:</strong> Jason's afraid that he might have seriously upset Steph, and is relieved when she begins to sarcastically express her frustration. If there was any doubt before, Jason promises that they'll meet again. As she kisses Jason, she receives more than a few physical hints that Jason could have gone a second round. But instead of doing so, Jason returns her mask and whisks himself out the window, disappearing into the cold evening within moments.<hr><hr><br>He was still a little bit hard, and it was tough, both physically and mentally, to pull his pants up and buckle them. She was incredibly tempting to him; Jason prevented himself from looking back, and falling back into her bed. But the daddy dom act she desired out of him was beginning to wear thin on him, and she might not appreciated how... Cuddly he might become if he stayed too long. His heavy breathing was coupled with the sound of metal clasps tinking against each other as he hastily dressed, wanting to get away from her sooner than later. He still felt a little guilty for not giving her what she wanted; He heard her curse behind his back, sighing with exasperation, apparently stunned for a long moment by her orgasm and his puzzling decision to spray all over her tits. Instead of apologizing to her, Jason simply grunted in return as she continued to curse up at him. He had grown up in a rough place, where violence was a legitimate form of expression, and he was expecting her to jump him next. A punch to the back of his arm, at the very least, if not an angry, cum-covered rear literally-naked choke. If she had done that, though... Jason would have gladly let her pull his pants back off.<br><br>Instead, Jason learned something about Steph. She was analytical, hypothesizing. Her anger had evaporated, at least for now, as she honestly wondered why he had done what he had done. His cheeks burned red; He'd have preferred it now if she had actually hit him. He didn't have a good answer for her. Even if there was an obvious, rational one. She had put him on the spot, and if she hadn't been closing her eyes, as she'd promised, she would have seen Jason's shoulders slumping with the rest of his head. He glanced back at her, wondering if a glimpse of his face would be satisfaction for her in the end, but he was surprised to see she'd kept her promise; Steph had her eyes pinched shut, giving no physical reaction if she had been secretly peeking through her eyelids. She wore a big smile, doing her best to sound haughty as she tried to make sense of the semen that she had to scrub off of her chest. Jason's own lips turned upwards into a grin, noticing she had missed a bit in a few places she could have easily missed without a mirror, and of course, open eyes. <em>She's so damned cute, just sitting there... Dimples, cum and all.</em> He reached out to rub the top of her head, pulling a few strands of her hair down across her face, just to cover her eyes. <br><br>Truly, he didn't really mind if she looked at him, now; Nobody would look at Jason Todd and put the puzzle pieces together. His private funeral had been seven ears ago. He had never been a public figure like Richard had been as Bruce's ward, having attended no ceremonies, no galas, no fundraisers. The list of people who had even known about Jason Todd's connection to Bruce Wayne was likely small, especially after such a gulf of time, seven years of aging, seven years of failing memories. And even if he was recognized... There was nobody placed in danger by his identity being known. It might have been a frail inconvenience at best. Still, the need to protect himself was an instinct severely ingrained into him by Batman half his lifetime ago, and even as the consequences withered, he made sure to turn away from Stephanie before too long, in case she started to become too curious.<br><br>He had stepped away to grab the rest of his clothing, but he heard her rise from her precarious seat on her shattered bed, and stood stock still as he heard her approach. Boldly, he turned to face her, finding her again with her eyes closed; Steph grabbed him by the wrist as he went for the belt at her toes, and placed a light, playful punch right over his heart, her fists glancing at an angle. <strong>"Hey, now,"</strong> he warned with bemusement. She was close now, and she only pushed herself closer to him, standing as tall as she could muster, pressing all her weight ahead as she came to rest against his chest. <strong>"Next time..."</strong> He murmured with agreement, his breathing hitching upwards, excited to know that Steph wasn't just going to be a one time thing... Not unless one of them got cold feet. Jason couldn't guarantee if it would be him or not, as he'd been running away from commitment before he had ever crossed Batman's path in Crime Alley. <br><br>With Stephanie throwing her body into his own, Jason couldn't help himself, wrapping his thick arms around her, grabbing large sections of her lower back and ass, pulling the girl close so that he could crush her lips with his own. For a goodbye smooch, it was long, and hot. Jason wasn't shy about feeling her up, Steph could probably feel his renewed erection thrusting against her belly, contained within his pants. An ungloved hand spread her cheeks as he desperately groped her, the touch of her soft skin on his palms addictive. Jason had never been addicted to anything, only because he knew how easily he could be ruined by those sorts of vices. His mom had OD'd when he was a kid, and his dad probably had deserved to several times before Dent popped him in the end. As he tore his mouth from her finally, regretfully, he wondered if this was what heroin felt like.<br><br><strong>"I'll be back, sooner than you expect. Don't get any ideas. I don't wanna have to save your ass when you start patrolling the city nude, looking for me. Be a good girl, maybe I <em>will</em> knock you up next time."</strong> The implication gave him a bit of a rush, and Jason gave her a firm shove against her shoulder, enough to make her backpedal, and hopefully not totter over onto her ass. He dressed the rest of the way in a rush, the sound of thick, padded fabric followed by metallic clicking as his helmet locked into place on his head. <br><br>As he made for her window, Jason put a hand in his pocket; It was a bit of a somatic tick for him, and a lot of people, really, but he felt something there, a reminder of one of the reasons he had wanted to come see her again in the first place. <strong>"Hey, Stephy? I almost forgot. Here."</strong> He approached her again, once again grabbing her, but if the metallic accent of his voice was any indication, he was already helmeted, and not looking for a kiss. Instead, Steph would warm, familiar fabric being tugged over her head. In a second, Steph was wearing her gray Spoiler mask again, though the hair smushed between her face and the mask might not have been her usual style. He gave her another shove, pushing her closer to her ruined bed, and before she could open her eyes or remove her mask, Hood was out of the window, the frame banging loudly behind him. He grapnel-hooked across the street, and was whisked away by his glider mere seconds later, borne halfway across the city before Steph could catch her breath from their last kiss.
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