It was well past midnight, the hour when most of Gotham had either passed out drunk, disappeared into its own shadows, or was busy committing crimes somewhere across the city. Inside Li's kitchen, however, the world felt strangely warm and quiet.
The soft under-cabinet lights cast a gentle glow over the marble countertop where the two of them sat—Jason on a tall stool, Li standing opposite him with a slight sway in her hips from the alcohol.
They were still drinking, still talking, still laughing at things neither of them would find amusing in the morning. Their conversation drifted lazily between complaints and affections about Gotham—how they hated the city's filth and corruption, yet loved its pulse, its grit, the strange life humming under the city's streetlights.
Li fought the urge to laugh as Jason told some nonsense about the Narrows, holding a hand over her mouth for a second before she gave up and let the giggle escape. "How long have you even been in Gotham City?" she asked, steadying herself as she grabbed the wine bottle.
She refilled their glasses with a deep red that glimmered under the lights, the scent of berries and oak lifting softly into the air and settling the mood into something slower, warmer.
"All my life," he replied casually, lifting his refilled glass. "I was overseas for a couple years, but I came back a few months ago."
"You must really like it here," she said, raising her glass halfway in a lazy toast. "For you to return to this shithole of a city… with even shittier inhabitants."
Jason clinked her glass with a smirk. "Let's just say… there's no place like home."
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the counter, and tilted the question back to her. "What about you? Born and bred in Gotham?"
"Me…? Well, not entirely." She paused, swirling the wine thoughtfully. Jason noticed the slight shift in her expression—the faint pull in her eyes that hinted he'd stepped close to a sensitive space. Gotham people were like that; everyone had a story, and most of those stories had teeth. He decided not to pry, letting the topic drift.
"Returning to Gotham was a tough decision for me," Jason said, lowering his voice. It wasn't dramatic or heavy, just honest. "But I'm glad I did."
Li's curiosity flickered, though her face stayed neutral, her posture relaxed against the counter. "Why is that?" she asked with her usual calm tone.
Jason stared at his wine glass for a brief second, then lifted his gaze to her. "Because I got to meet a pretty girl at a certain bar. And talking to her has somehow become one of the few things that makes certain evenings more tolerable."
Li blinked in surprise before quickly collecting herself. Her lips curved into the faintest smirk.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said. "Surely you don't think I keep going to the bar because I love alcohol that much."
She let out a soft laugh, the kind that slipped out before she could stop it. "Is that what you think of me?"
"In your case…" he leaned in slightly—close enough that she could feel the warmth of him. "I figured it was the stress from your job. Or maybe… you just really like the alcohol."
She scoffed with exaggerated offense and leaned closer as well, closing the gap between them. Her eyes dipped briefly to his lips. "Really now?
Jason's breath warmed her cheek. "Are you sure just talking to that 'pretty lady' makes your evenings more tolerable?" she asked, her voice dropping into a teasing, velvety whisper.
"I can't say," he murmured back. "Maybe the taste of her lips could tell me more."
Their eyes met for a long moment—his dark and intent, hers soft yet filled with curiosity. Their fingers brushed, then intertwined on the counter, pulling them closer. The distance vanished as their lips finally met, sinking into each other with a slow, heated certainty that felt long overdue.
Li pulled back a breath later, her lips tingling, her eyes flicking between his as if searching for something. Jason held her gaze for a heartbeat before leaning in again, and this time she met him halfway—no hesitation, no restraint. They kissed deeper, hungrier, the world around them blurring into warm light and quiet gasps.
Jason's hand slid up her side, fingers brushing against her breast before he cupped it gently. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies met. Li's own hands roamed over him—tracing the lines of his shoulders, the hardness of his chest, the warmth beneath his shirt.
He moved to unbutton her top, and she let him, shrugging it off her shoulders as she tugged his jacket down his arms. She reached for his shirt next, hands gliding over his torso—only for him to suddenly grab both her wrists firmly, stopping her.
His grip wasn't rough, but intentional, steady… almost grounding.
Li froze, breath soft, chest rising and falling as she looked up at him, her lips still parted, her pulse drumming lightly in her throat.
The moment hung there—charged, intimate, and waiting.
Looking her in the eyes, he took a deep breath and took of his tshirt, which he tossed over to the couch area as he reached in to conttnue, but this time she took another pause as her stare lingered, taking a quick observation of Jason's body which was a roadmap of scars.
Without a visible change to her expression, Li resumed their moment of passion. She hasn't asked actual questions about his personal life, why start now of all times.
She intends to ask her questions in bits so she doesn't go on sounding like her usual self like she was running some kind of interrogation on him. But at a later time, right now she was too preoccupied with the thought of getting dicked down by this mysterious and somewhat dangerous man.
Seeing as she did not take the initiative to ask questions about his scars, Jason proceeded. Reaching for her waist, he lifted her upon the counter, lifting her skirt so she could spread her legs while he grinded his crotch against hers as they kissed.
With a fluid motion, he took off her bra and her perky boobs jiggled a bit, her nipples presented themselves like Christmas morning.
He took a second to appreciate them, before alternating between fondling and groping as he pulled away from her lips, and planted he's on her breasts as he began sucking on her nipples.
Low but surely, the ice queen and secretary of his enemy; Black Mask, began to let out pleasurable moans that sooth his ears and gave him a raging hard on.
She moaned and gave off short heavy breaths, knowing what was coming when his hands made way between her thighs, shifting her pant to the side as he slid in a finger into her pussy as an appetizer to the main dish that evening.
She let out a soft moan, not stopping Jason from his advancements but letting him go as far and wild as he wished to, while she unbuttoned and unzipped Jason's pants.
His pants dropped to the ground along with his underwear revealing his bare butt and a rock hard meat of which he teased Li's pussy with the tip of it, making her anticipate before he thrusted in, slowly.
Her gaspful moans were like music to his ears, causing him to lift her legs while she supported her body with her arms as he continued with a series of thrusts, fucking her on the counter.
He too also let out moans of his own as pleasurable tension build up from within both of them.
He took her down and turned her around. With a small push to her upper back, she was bent over the counter.
A repeated sequence of slow and deliberate thrust which was accompanied with the sound of skin clapping against each other, Li's moans could fill the air.
Giving in to his sexual desire which has been neglected for far too long, he grabbed her throat, wrapping his palm around her neck from behind and giving a gentle squeeze as he increased the rate of his pelvic thrust which projected a sturdy lance between his legs. The tool which was being used to pound miss secretary while she threw back her hips.
Reaching her arm behind to grab his extended arm, Jason pulled her hair with his free arm, the tension and sexual build up filled his insides like an erupting volcano. Li's moans poured out endlessly as her eyes rolled back from pleasure, revealing mostly it's white.
She wasn't holding back and had given herself to pleasure, neither was Jason who quickened his pace some more and his legs began to lose their feel as every bit of energy and focus was on the intended oncoming eruption.
"I am gonna…" Seeing how tense his muscles had become, Li disrupted his words by giving him a bump with her ass which ejected his dick. He let go of her and she turned, dropping to her knees as she grabbed onto his erect penis.
She took it right into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the top as best as she could, while she sucked on it, stroking his erected cock.
Jason was consumed with the thought and feel as if she was sucking his very soul.
With a grunt, his body shuddered as he withdrew, unable to control his intense ejaculation since it's been quite a while, he held on tight to the back of her head as he burst quite a load of nut in her mouth.
Surprised by the intensity of his ejaculation and unable to breath, she pulled away and a couple more splashed all over Ms. Li, including the glasses on her face, her hair and body.
"A good nut burst certainly does the trick." He muttered to himself as he opened his eyes which had a mix of surprise and satisfaction as both partners were left utterly speechless for a while.
"Oh, sorry about the mess. Haven't had such, in quite some time." She got up and then she let out a laugh.
She did not know whether to feel humiliated or if she should give in to the sense of pride she felt within herself for being able to make him nut so hard.
It seemed to be that she was into that sort of thing, maybe because it was from this guy she has come to develop some strangely warm feelings towards, a feeling which was foreign to her as she has never let anyone close enough for her to form an emotional connection with.
Maybe she just did not know how to react to it. While Jason did not know whether to apologize or just go on with it.
"It's fine." She said to him as she tried to stop herself from laughing. "I'd go wash up." With that, she went into the bathroom to shower.
'Who would have thought I'd be into such a thing?' She thought to herself with a miniature smile tugged to the side of her lips when she heard the bathroom door open.
Jason stepped in naked. "We could wash up together." He said to her as he slowly approached to wrap his arms around her waist, tracing down her waistline as he grabbed her comforting ass and drew in for a kiss.
She reciprocated as he went on to suck on her breasts, while water poured on them from the overhead shower. He turned her around and continued with backshots as they intimately engaged their desire.
After the heated moment in the bathroom, they drifted back into the bedroom—skin still warm, breath still uneven, both of them in nothing but their undies. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, its soft amber glow painting the walls in a gentle haze.
For almost an hour they lay sprawled across the sheets, talking quietly about everything and nothing, their voices low and relaxed, having the type of conversation that only happens when bodies are tired and guards are down.
Another hour slipped by before they inevitably gave in to each other again for another round of sex, their moan, laughter and soft gasps mixing with the faint hum of the air conditioner. Eventually exhaustion settled over them, and they finally drifted into sleep.
Not long after, Li's eyelids fluttered open. She remained still for a moment, observing Jason's position—the steady rise and fall of his back, the way his hair fell loosely over the pillow. Satisfied with the illusion that he was asleep, she slowly rose from the bed, careful not to make the mattress shift too much.
The cool air brushed her skin as she quietly padded across the room toward the pile of his clothes draped over a nearby chair.
Her curiosity tugged at her chest, something itching and persistent within her. She reached for his jacket first, fingers slipping into its pockets.
She found his phone tucked inside, its weight light, the cheap plastic casing giving it away instantly. A burner. Her eyebrow twitched upward in suspicion as she powered it on, half-expecting nothing at all.
Only three contacts were saved.
"Little Demon. Circus Boy. Bruce." She mouthed the names silently, her expression shifting between confusion and mild concern.
Little Demon, she immediately assumed, had to be the younger brother he'd mentioned the other night. Circus Boy, she decided she did not have the energy to consider why he would save someone's number as such.
But Bruce…
She blinked, refusing to entertain her first guess. There was no way he meant that Bruce. She shut the phone off and slid it back into the exact pocket she found it in.
Continuing her search, she retrieved his wallet. Inside was a decent stack of cash—nothing unusual for someone staying off the grid. But no credit cards.
No traceable information. The only form of identification was an ID bearing the name "Randy Darhk," laminated and clean, tucked beside a passport.
The streak of white in his hair stood out sharply in the photo, drawing her attention. She studied it for a few seconds, her brows knitting faintly, before placing everything back exactly as it was.
Li quietly returned to the bathroom, splashing a bit of water on her face before coming back to bed. The room had grown cooler, the shadows longer, giving everything a calmer, almost suspended feeling.
As she pulled the blanket over herself, Jason's back remained facing her. What she didn't see was the subtle shift of his eyelids opening the moment she settled in—a tiny, calculated movement revealing that he had been awake the entire time. He blinked once, slowly, then closed his eyes again, waiting.
A while passed before he was certain her breathing had settled into a deep, steady rhythm. Only then did Jason slip out of bed with practiced silence. The wooden floor barely creaked under his measured steps.
He crouched beside her purse resting near the nightstand, searching through it with the same efficiency he used on covert missions.
He found her tablet—the real reason he had come tonight. The device was heavier than he expected, its case slightly worn, likely from constant use. It probably contained the details he needed: Black Mask's personal plans and internal schedule. Lately, most discussions had stopped happening in the office or in the car, making Jason's bug practically useless. He needed this.
But when he tapped the screen, the lock interface appeared, and although he had expected it, frustration tightened his jaw. A face ID lock.
'Shit,' he muttered inwardly. There was no way he could lift her head or touch her face without waking her. Li slept lightly; even her breathing patterns shifted at the smallest disturbance.
That left him with one option—a method he'd rather not use on her, but mission necessity always outweighed comfort.
He knelt by the chair where his boots sat.
Beneath the inner flooring of the sole—hidden beneath a thin layer of synthetic padding—rested two sedative darts. Each was slim, barely the size of a toothpick, designed for close-range and silent delivery. Between them lay a short but sturdy blowpipe, crafted from a thin metal tube.
He retrieved one dart, loaded it with seamless precision, and positioned himself beside the bed. The room felt colder now, the weight of what he was about to do hanging thickly in the air.
He aimed. A soft exhale. A near-silent pfft.
Li's eyes shot open at the faint prick at her neck. Her hand instinctively lifted to touch the spot, confusion flickering across her face for a split second—but the sedative took hold immediately.
Her arm dropped limply back to the mattress, and her eyelids sank shut, heavier than before.
Jason steadied her head, gently lifting her eyelids so the tablet could register her face. The screen unlocked with a soft chime, bathing his expression in pale blue light.
He navigated through her files quickly, scanning Notes, reminders, and task lists. Page after page of logistical details, anf half-written memos.
Then one note made him pause.
He smirked, the expression satisfied and almost amused.
"Rescue plan for the Clown."