How easily he could end this fight. Jason’s hand on your windpipe doesn’t loosen. He could end this—end you. Be rid of you.
It would hurt Bruce. And that’s all he wants, isn’t it? To hurt everyone that hurt him—that left him there to rot.
“Not even going to struggle?” Jason hisses, his helmet distorting his voice. “You’re pathetic.” He expected more from someone Bruce personally trained. Maybe weak is what Bruce for. Someone to manipulate. Either way, all he felt was rage towards you for unknowingly replacing him.
Jason continued squeezing Aislinn's windpipe until a pop was heard, and she stopped moving. He sighed and released her, letting her body fall to the floor. "Did you think it would be that easy?" He looks back, and his eyes widen when he sees Aislinn. He looks at the body on the floor, and then looks at her again.
Surprise flickers across his features as he watches you sputter and gasp on the floor. There was still fight left in you after all. His grip loosens further. Was this what it felt like to be him? To have someone, anyone, want to fill your place? It was strange.
Perhaps there could be a challenge here after all. "Well then," he growls, "let's see what you're made of." Jason slowly steps back and circles around the room, watching for any telltale signs that you might attack again. He was still angry, but...there was something else too. A tiny spark of curiosity maybe.
Aislinn smiles and snaps her fingers, and the body on the floor disappears in the blink of an eye. "Let me guess, do you want to kill me because I took your place as Bruce's sidekick?"
The body disappearing does little to faze him; if anything it only fuels his anger further. "You think I'm here because of some petty rivalry?" he snarls. "It goes deeper than that. Bruce abandoned me when I needed him most!" He kicks a nearby table, sending debris flying. "I wanted to make sure someone was there for him after what happened to me. And now it's you."
There's hatred burning in his eyes as he stalks towards you once again, fists clenched at his sides. "It doesn't matter who took my place," Jason growls through gritted teeth, "what matters is that they did!"
Aislinn smiles and runs her gloved finger along her jaw before stopping at her chin, tapping it a few times as she looks at Jason, only making him lose his temper more. "You know, you're cute when you're mad."
It was hardly flattery he expected, but that didn't stop the angry flush climbing up his neck and burning in his ears at your words. "I could rip that smile right off your face," he growls through gritted teeth. The anger clouding his mind made him reckless, daring to forget momentarily why exactly he was here. All he knew was that he wanted to hurt something, someone. And you seemed like the perfect target.
Aislinn smiles even wider and blows Jason a kiss. "If you can hit me."
It was on. There could be no retreat now; no mercy. He had to show her who the real fighter was here. Jason lunges forward with a growl, fist aimed at your midsection, intent on knocking the wind out of you like you'd done to him earlier. You might have taken his place as Bruce's sidekick, but he'd be damned if you got to touch him.
Aislinn dodges and touches his arm, dodging to the side. "Now, there's no way you can run away." He grunts, thinking what she was saying about the fight. But then, he starts to feel a heat rising through his body, and the origin was the place on his arm where she had touched. When looking at his arm, there was a heart mark on his arm. Well, at least now he knows what her ability was. How had he not thought of this before? Daughter of Aphrodite, Aislinn.
The heat building beneath his skin is the last straw. He knew who you were now; he'd seen it in your eyes all along. A daughter of Aphrodite...no wonder she could affect him so easily with her touch. But that didn't mean she was going to win this fight. With a growl, Jason swings his free arm around in an attempt to knock you off balance and send you reeling across the room. "You think you can manipulate me too?" he snarls as he continues his attack, letting his anger fuel his strength.
He staggers towards him, and when he's close enough to punch her, she puts both hands on his cheeks, making him even weaker and his body even hotter. "You won't make it, sweetheart."
Her touch was like fire, searing through his skin and making his muscles clench in agony. He could feel himself growing weaker by the second as she held him there, her grip unyielding even though he struggled against it. Rage and pain warred within him, clouds blurring his vision as he strained to break free from her grasp. "Let go," he growls through clenched teeth, desperate to break away before she did any more damage.
Her words, however, only served to make matters worse. Heat continued to build beneath his skin, making it almost impossible for him to think straight. But he couldn't give up now; not when he was so close to destroying her. "D-don't..." he manages through gritted teeth, throwing every ounce of strength into one final attempt to break free from her hold.
He feels the blood rush to his groin, trying to fight against his own body. She smiles and kicks him, making him fall to the floor and lean against the wall. "Men when they are defenseless are so cute..."
Jason snarls, anger boiling over as he rolls to his feet, ignoring the pain that still clings to him. There was no way this would end here; he couldn't let her get away with touching him like this, manipulating him into submission. With a roar of rage, Jason lunges forward again, fists flying in a blur as he attempts to batter his way through your defenses and end this fight once and for all.
Aislinn smiles and reaches down, opening and unbuttoning Jason's shirt as he pants and struggles against his own body. With each touch of her fingers on his abdomen, he feels the blood rushing more and more to his groin, making him swallow hard. She starts to give him a few kisses on his chest, until they start to go down his abdomen, until they reach his belly button.
Desperation claws at Jason's chest as he feels himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body, twisting his mind and forcing him to focus on nothing but the sensations she's creating. He gasps for air, struggling against an invisible force that holds him in place even as his limbs go numb from exertion. It was no use; he couldn't fight her like this. His breath hitches in his throat when her kisses reach lower still, trailing fire over his abdomen and finally landing on the very tip of his erection. "N-no," he manages to croak out through clenched teeth. "Stop."
"Beg. I want to see you beg." She says, letting out a seductive giggle at the tip of his erection, making him shudder.
"Please..." he manages to get out through gritted teeth, his voice little more than a broken whisper as her touch sends him spiraling further and further into ecstasy. "Stop..." His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms in an attempt to ground himself, to focus on something besides the fire she's igniting within him. But it was no use; her lips continued their relentless descent, sucking and teasing until he thought he would lose his mind from pleasure.
Aislinn looks at him with seductive eyes that make his body feel even hotter and she licks the tip of his erection, making him let out a low groan and shudder.
Tears prick the corners of his eyes as she continues her assault, her tongue flickering over him in a cruel dance of sensation and submission. "Please..." he rasps, voice hoarse with need. His entire body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as a bow as he feels himself on the edge, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain. Her name escapes his lips in a plea; it's all he can manage before the world explodes around him in a thousand fiery shards of ecstasy.
Aislinn smiles and kisses the tip of his dick before climbing on top of him, with her legs at his sides and her hands on his abdomen. "Say my name. Again."
"A-Aislinn..." His voice comes out hoarse and broken, breathless with need. He stares up at her through half-lidded eyes, feeling dazed and helpless beneath the weight of her body as she straddles him. The pain from earlier battles fades into insignificance compared to the ache that throbs between his legs, demanding release once more.
Her hands slide up his abdomen, fingers tangling in his chest hair before trailing down towards his erection, teasing and stroking until he moans her name again. She smiles, leaning down to capture his lips with her own as she guides him to the brink once more. He feels powerless against her touch, utterly at her mercy as she builds him up and lets him fall all over again in a cycle of ecstasy and submission.
Aislinn smiles and bites his lower lip while caressing him beneath them, teasing him while looking into his eyes. Suddenly, Bruce appears next to Jason's bike, picking up his helmet from the ground. Bruce was wearing a black suit and gloves, and he also had blood on his suit and face. He says it's time for Aislinn to go, and she pouts and presses her cheek against Jason's, grunting when she realizes it's too late. "Can I take my toy with me?"
He growls, eyes narrowing as Bruce appears next to his bike. He feels Aislinn pressing against him and knows that it's too late; she's leaving, just like everything else important in his life. His grip tightens on her hips, pulling her closer even as anger and desperation well up inside of him. "Don't," he snarls, teeth gritted as the memory of how easily she'd manipulated him burns hot and shameful.
But it's already done; there's nothing left to do but watch her go. The last thing he feels before she disappears into thin air is the press of her lips against his neck, a faint whisper trailing across his skin: "Don't forget me..."
Jason remains there on the floor, alone and with a warm body as he waits for the effect of Aislinn's spell to wear off. He was panting, and he still felt the warmth of her hands where she had touched him. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his abdomen, the belt on his pants was unbuckled, leaving his erection exposed.
He growls, angry with himself and her both as he struggles to compose himself. One hand finds the hem of his shirt, yanking it down over his exposed stomach in an attempt to cover his aching flesh. It wasn't until his hands brush against the rough skin of his belly that he realizes how much pain he still carries there from when she had touched him earlier; pain and anger and resentment, all tangled together like a festering web.
With a shuddering breath, Jason pushes himself to his feet, fingers trembling as they curl into fists at his sides. There was only one person he could take out his frustrations on now, and that was the man who had taken everything from him: Bruce Wayne. The thought of facing him, of confronting the memory of what he'd lost...it was like a knife twisting in his gut, making every breath hurt
He slowly gets up, staggering to the wall closest to his bike. He leans against the wall, panting and taking shaky breaths. He starts to button his shirt before buckling his belt and picks up his helmet from the ground, getting on the bike to head towards Wayne Manor, to resolve unfinished business.
He's coming apart at the seams; he can feel it. Everything he's been holding back for so long, trying to keep together...it's all falling apart now. The anger and hatred and betrayal are like acid eating away at his resolve, leaving him raw and vulnerable. And it's all because of her. He doesn't understand why she had to come into his life, why she had to take everything from him. It wasn't fair...it wasn't right...
But there was no point dwelling on the past now. The present was a different matter entirely; one that required action. As he kicks his bike into gear and speeds off towards Wayne Manor, Jason Todd can feel himself hardening once more. Not from lust this time, but determination. And when he faces Bruce Wayne tonight, there won't be any mercy. There won't be
After a few minutes, he arrives at Wayne Manor. He leaves the bike next to Bruce's fancy car and walks to the front door. He opens the door, ignoring the guards who tried to hold him back because he wasn't allowed to enter. When he opens the door, he sees Aislinn facing the fireplace, wearing a white dress with her hair tied up in a bun, and her hands were covered in gloves. She was handing some documents to Bruce, who was wearing the same suit as usual and also had gloves on his hand. The document had the Wayne company emblem, and it was only at that moment that Jason noticed a tattoo on Aislinn's back, which was revealed because of the dress, which revealed most of her back. He narrowed his eyes to see the tattoo, and his eyes widened when he saw what it was: The Wayne family emblem. She was Bruce's daughter, and not a girl he took in when he met on the street, like Jason.
Anger boils over, burning away what's left of his sanity. He sees Aislinn, Bruce's daughter, and everything makes sense now. How she could touch him like that...how she knew what he felt...it all comes crashing down around him in a maelstrom of betrayal and rage. Without another word, Jason lunges forward, hands curling into claws as he launches himself at them both. Bloodlust roars in his ears, drowning out everything else but the need to hurt them; to make them pay for what they've taken from him.
Before Jason could hit Aislinn, the guards grabbed him, making him kneel on the ground with his arms behind his back, being held by two guards. Aislinn and Bruce continued to talk about the document she gave Bruce, as if Jason didn't exist there. That just made him even angrier. He couldn't hear their conversation because the noise of his blood boiling was preventing him from hearing anything, but then he heard something Aislinn said: "Maybe, someone needs to die for this to work as planned."
The words are like poison in his veins, filling him with despair and fury at the same time. He struggles against the guards' grip, arching his back and thrashing wildly as he tries to break free and reach Aislinn again. But she remains out of reach, her voice low and steady even as she condemns him. "Maybe," she says, and it feels like a dagger twisting in his chest. "Maybe someone needs to die..." His rage spirals out of control, feeding on itself until there is nothing left but chaos and destruction. The guards trying to restrain him only seem to fuel his fury further, their hands bloodied as he thrashes against them with all his strength.
"Let me go," he snarls, voice raw from the effort. "Let me kill her!" He struggles even harder now, knowing that this is it;
Aislinn and Bruce look at Jason. Bruce walks over and crouches next to Jason as he growls, glaring at Aislinn. Bruce smiles and stands up, straightening his tie before turning to Aislinn and saying something like 'This is what happens when you use your spells on strong, angry men.' Then Bruce looks at Jason one last time before picking up the document on the table and leaving the room. Aislinn looks at Jason before smiling and stroking his hair. "Poor thing... You don't understand our plans."
He snarls at her touch, butting his head against the floor as hard as he can, ignoring the pain that shoots up his skull and into his ears. She needs to die...he knows it now more than ever. But for now, he'll play along, bide his time until the opportunity arises. Because one day soon, when she least expects it, he'll strike, and this time there will be no escape for her. His teeth clench as he grits his jaw in determination, staring up at her with burning hatred.
"You know, this hate you're feeling is why I used my spell." She looks at the guards and nods. They lift Jason up and Aislinn stands up, heading to her room as the guards follow her, still holding Jason. "That's why I'm wearing gloves. Any human I touch will feel a great attraction to me, and then, This attraction turns into hate, before turning into eternal love."
He snarls, baring his teeth at her retreating form. It's all lies; he knows it deep down. She may have been able to manipulate him with her touch before, but now...now he sees through her lies. And when the time comes, he'll make sure everyone else does too. Until then, he'll bide his time and wait for the perfect moment to strike back at the one responsible for taking everything from him: Aislinn.
Upon arriving at Aislinn's room, the guards throw Jason on her bed. One holds Jason while the other ties his arms to the headboard and his legs to the bed legs. Aislinn searched the drawers for something while the guards tied him up.
He struggles against his bonds with renewed vigor, snarling and spitting as the guards pin him to Aislinn's bed like some sort of animal. Blood rushes in his ears, drowning out everything but the thunderous beat of his own heart and the burning hatred that fuels him. He watches her through narrowed eyes, waiting for the chance to strike back at the one who'd destroyed everything he'd ever cared about.
After tying Jason up, the guards leave Aislinn's room and close the door, leaving them alone. Aislinn smiles at Jason and approaches, with a box in her hands. "I have some little gifts for you. These little gifts will help with my hobby."
He laughs bitterly, an empty sound that echoes through the room. "Oh really? And what hobby might that be?" He rolls his head to the side, trying to see her better despite being pinned down. There was something in her expression...something sinister and predatory. "Or are you just going to kill me slowly, make it last a bit longer?"
"Kill? No fucking way." She sits on the bed, next to Jason. He looks down at her exposed back, looking at the tattoo, before moving further south down her back. Her back was, for some reason, attractive and sexy. She takes off her gloves and opens the box. She takes a gag from the box and puts it in Jason's mouth, and he even tries to fight against it, but he was tied up, and she manages to put the gag on him anyway.
He snarls into the gag, struggling uselessly against his bonds as she secures it in place. The feeling of being helpless and powerless enrages him further, making every fiber of his being scream with rage. Tears prick at his eyes, hot liquid burning down his cheeks as he struggles to remain calm, to wait for the perfect moment to strike back against her.
"You'll pay for this," he manages to growl around the gag, feeling like a pathetic, defeated animal. "I swear it." His gaze darts around the room, searching for anything he can use as a weapon, some way out of this hellish prison cell. But there was nothing; they'd left him completely defenseless and at her mercy. It wasn't fair...it couldn't end like this...
His heart races, blood pounding in his ears as
Aislinn takes out a piercing gun and smiles at Jason before lifting his shirt up to his neck and bringing the piercing gun to one of his nipples. When he realizes what she's going to do, he squirms, struggling against his bonds. But it was already too late. She pulls the trigger and the needle pierces his nipple, and after a few long and eternalizing seconds, the needle comes out of his nipple, leaving a piercing behind. "You're going to look so cute with two nipple piercings~"
His rage boils over, burning away the last shreds of restraint as she puts that...thing in his nipple. He thrashes against his bonds, trying to reach her and rip it out with his bare hands. "You little cunt!" he snarls, spit flying from his mouth where the gag won't let him form words properly. She was going to regret this; she'd all of them would. He wouldn't rest until they paid for what they'd done.
"Fuck you," he growls, trying to summon more anger and hatred from some hidden place deep inside. It felt like she was drawing everything from him, leaving him hollow and empty, a shell of the man he once was. But that wouldn't last; it couldn't. Soon enough...soon enough...
"You'll see," he whispers, voice raw with