Hunting with Huntress



Jason Todd wasn't having a good night. It'd been looking promising up until
the point that Black Canary had kicked in the door of his safe house.

That was a fight he wanted no part of, so he'd fired enough shots her way to
keep Blondie ducking before throwing himself out the nearest window. She'd
shouted something about needing to ask him some questions but he'd ignored her
in favour of putting some distance between them.

The Red Hood's 'safe' house - not so safe after all - had been near Gotham's
warehouse district by design, giving him a whole range of opportunities to get
away. Black Canary might have him beat in a fight but when it came to
tracking, he'd been trained by Batman and the League of Assassins.

No songbird was catching him. That much he knew.

So, he wasn't expecting it when the tall, dark-haired woman leapt on him from
the top of a stack of crates.

With the ex-Robin caught totally off-guard, Huntress' tackle sent them both
spinning to the floor of the warehouse where they rolled over and over,
struggling for position and control. Jason expected his edge in height and
weight would give him the easy advantage but it wasn't as easy as that. The
purple-clad vigilante was impressively strong and her technique was solid,
meaning she gave him a hard fight.

The warmth and solidity of her body so close to his was a problem too, just
that little distraction as the two writhed against each other.

Not enough to stop him rolling her over, underneath him, his body firmly
planted between her legs, right before the Red Hood postured up in preparation
for pummelling her unconscious.

He really didn't have time for this. Blondie could be through that door behind
them at any time and he was wasting his evening tussling with the useless
Huntress. Well, at least it wouldn't take him long to beat her.

Pulling his fist back and ignoring the way one leg was pulling up his torso,
Jason opened his mouth, ready with one last quip-

He saw the glint in her dark eyes, the curl of her full mouth-

And Huntress' long leg came to rest firmly on his shoulder.

He could have cursed. If he'd had time before her other leg moved up and over,
one ankle caught in the joint of the opposing knee, with his neck and shoulder
caught in between.

A perfect triangle choke and he hadn't even seen it coming.

The pressure was instant and overwhelming. Damn her legs were strong. Stronger
than any he'd felt ... Well, ever. His free hand groped uselessly at the
crushing thighs but it felt like he had an anaconda draped around him for all
the good it did him. He couldn't even begin to budge them and, in seconds, his
vision was beginning to swim. He could just see the easy confidence on his
tormenter's face, the sly smile of the predator whose prey had just walked
right into her web.

The blood was pounding in his temples, but his rebelious nature refused to
give up just yet. Jason gripped his other hand into a tight fist and started
to pound Huntress with it. He couldn't reach anywhere above her hips, but
every punch he landed simply bounced off like he was hitting a wall of steely
muscles. Huntress let out a small chuckle, mocking Jason's effort, and
tightened her grip so that he was cut from the air almost completely.

Right before Jason's fluttering eyes closed, just as his body started to go
limp, Huntress bucked her hips up and rolled his unresisting body off her.
Reversing their positions, she switched her triangle choke in favour of
mounting Red Hood, a confident smirk tugging at her lips as she brushed her
hair back with one hand.

"Ready to talk now?"

Pinned under the domineering heroine, Jason would have loved nothing better
than to kick her ass. But he knew when he was beaten. The second he tried to
throw her off, it'd be right back into the choke. And this time, she wouldn't
be letting go until he was out cold. In fact, if he was any judge, she was
almost hoping he'd give her the excuse.

If she was doing this to someone else, he'd probably be cheering her on. As it
was ...

"Fine," He ground out, thoughts still reeling from the choke and the way her
weight was pressing on his neck and shoulder.

Let's get this over with. Next time, he'd just stick with the damn Canary.