The constant erratic heart beating, drumming in her ears, didn't let her think straight. She was walking around like a dazed ant, after one of her friends warned her that Red Hood was looking for her.

Shit.

She should have known this would happen. He literally owns this district and not only this place has to pay him in general, but each individual must give him a personal fee.

And those damn fees are way higher than the protection ones.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jolene cursed, walking back and forth, playing with her fingers nervously. "I have to leave. I need to get out of here. He's going to kill me. Wha- I didn't do anything wrong. Why is he after me?"

She finally stopped, agitated eyes searching around her room. She needs clothes, money, a place to stay but most important of all, a way to leave without getting caught. "No, no, no. I can't ask for help. They will literally stab me in the back and sell me out to him. Oh boy," She grabbed a suitcase and started to disorderly pile clothes and jewels. "I can see Black Mask throwing me out of that building."

"Hello?"

"AH shit." She twisted around abruptly; a lump had formed on her throat as she stared at him with wide eyes. "Oh H-Hey…Hello." She laughed anxiously, rolling the t-shit in her hands, backing away from her bed.

Jolene watched him climbing down her window. She cursed mentally for not closing it. Well, that would definitely not stop him.

"Going somewhere?" He asked, standing a few feet away from her, the movements of his head indicating his apparent evaluation of his surroundings.

"Huh…What? No." She tossed the t-shit to the floor, running both her hands on the outlines of her figure, the silky light purple dress sticking on her sweaty palms. "I'm just doing a spring clean. Donation."

"Donation?"

The weak smile on her lips literally flashed fakeness. She swiftly nodded, eyes watching him as he walked on the opposite direction. "Yeah."

"Huh. Doesn't seem like it."

She found it hard to swallow with him walking around her room, studying everything she had. He stopped at her vanity table, leaning against it, crossing his legs in front of him. She smiled again; eyes fixed on the mirrored weapons he had on his back.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to kill you."

She answered with a nervously chuckle. Her eyes set on the pink carpeted floor before meeting his concealed ones.

"I always wondered why such a pretty girl like you, would sell her body. You have more chances than most people."

….

"Hn… Easy money, easy way, easy go." She remained silent, the sound of his leather gloves squeezing the furniture, swiping the life out of her.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah. Word on the street tells me, you know where Scrapper is hiding."

"Whatever told you that, is lying."

"Really? Well, I don't know about that. I know you're his favorite." The lenses of his eyes narrowed, indicating his caught." People have the tendency to pour their hearts out for those who don't deserve it. You don't deserve to die for a second-class drug dealer."

"You know nothing about me." She stated, eyes navigating his figure suspiciously.

"You're right, I don't." He started to tap his fingers on the edge of the furniture." So, how much for a night?"

"Excuse me?" She placed a hand over her chest, taken back by his words.

"Well, you're a prostitute, i'm asking for your services."

Jolene looked at him bewildered, the intensity of her rage growing. "There's more women-! I'm not-!"

"By the way I get a large discount."

"If you think-! Wait, what? You got to be kidding me."

"Nop. You're here to provide carnal services and I'm a client. I must emphasize, I'm a very important client."

She shook her head, giving a light laugh as she didn't know what to do with her hands. "Look Red, i don't know where Scrapper is, okay? He stopped coming here the moment you took over the place. I-I-I I'm just…I'm just an escort. I don't know where he is…. Besides, business hasn't been the same since you decided to stay."

"Huh, huh. Okay. That's not what I asked for. You've done this a dozen times. Haven't you? You don't need to be scared. I'm not going to kill you."

"I'm with-!"

"A headache? Not in the mood? That time of the month? The list goes on, huh? "

"I'm going to see a client."

"Oh… And here I thought I emphasized the important client. Heh, guess misfortune is on my side tonight." He laughed, staring at her suitcase. "I don't think the people you're donating will need these."

He picked two diamond necklaces with two fingers, tilting his head as he watched it gleaming. "This is extremely luxurious. Last I heard, Catwoman was searching for these two pretty things."

She hesitantly pointed a finger towards the jewels, gurgling a nervous chuckle. "That's not supposed to be there. It… It was a mistake."

"I guess." He placed them on his back pocket, watching her face melt from the smile to a shocked expression.

"Th-that's mine."

"Well, It's mine now. I needed your fees, so."

Jolene smiled awkwardly, squeezing her fist as she retreated her hand. "Oh, of course. What was I thinking? Ahem. I'm sorry if I can't help you with Scrapper."

"It would be wrong pressing you for something you obvious don't know. I'm not a heartless man."

"So, I've heard."

"Well, you still didn't tell me your prices."

"Oh." She coughed, pursing her lips, putting a strand of hair behind her ear as he walked around her. "It's $345."

The Red Hood snickered while walking slowly towards her. "Dressed like that. Jewels way expensive than certain human life's, best room on the brothel, entertained big guys and you charge $345?"

"Well, you see, you literally broke the business with your cuts and murderous spree." She encircled him, walking backwards, stopping when she felt the mattress against her legs. "I have those like… a long time ago. You know…. To start a new life away from Gotham City. So…$345."

"Try $1400."

"Heh, heh, heh… Nah. No one pays that much."

"To some yeah but to you?" His eyes followed her when she tried to take another step back, only to sit on the bed. "I know you're lying, Jolene."

"Okay."

Got ya. He narrowed his eyes, a knowing smirk formed on his hidden features.

"$1360."

Or so he thought.

"I'm making all that. With your general protection and personal fees, I keep the minimal of $1089. I entertain non scum too."

"See? How hard is for you to be honest?" His gloved fingers traced her face, stopping on her collarbone. He saw her throat moving, swallowing as he lifted her face further, thumb caressing her lips. "You're really beautiful."

"Okay."

Her weak response gained her a short chuckle. She gasped when he pushed her back into the mattress, squeezing her shoulders as he pulled her up, grunting in the process. Her eyes held fear and anticipation but quickly dissipated once her reflection on his blood colored mask drew her to his lenses.

"I get a discount, then?" He exhaled, slowly running a covered hand from her face to her rising chest.

"I-!"

"I know. How unfair i'm being right now. Allow me." With both knees perfectly trapping her between them, the Red Hood took his helmet off. The sound of it unlocking, washed her with curiosity.

She licked her dry lips, feeling her mouth hang open in anticipation of the revelation of his identity. Maybe he's a former client or some known henchman. "Oh-You-!"

"Breathtaking, i know." He tossed the helmet aside, his young face and rebellious smile, mocking her. "Bet you thought I was disfigured or maybe a former client?"

"Wha- No. You're-You're so young." Her eyebrows twisted in confusion. She used her elbows as support, trying to get him off her. Only to realize he wasn't going to budge.

"Oh." He laughed. Strands of hair dancing when he bent down. "Don't worry. I'm not underage."

"That's not-! Hey, I think there's-"

His weight shifted, when he got into her eye level, his second mask, concealing his eyes, much to her annoyance. "I don't think we both need to talk while doing this. I'm more into low-high pitch sounds. " He smirked. "It melts me."

As soon as she opened her mouth to retort, he pressed his lips into hers. She glared in the kiss, looking at him straight in the eyes. Putting pressure on both his shoulders, Jolene tried to push him off her. She watched his eyes narrow, feeling his lips smirking against hers.

They parted, gasping for air as he took his jacket off. His tight shirt perfectly sunk on his fit body, the outlines of his muscles cursing his young face with a knowing smirk. "Fighting crime demands me to be like this."

"Red-!"

Again, her protests were muffled by his strong lips, hands shyly griping his toned forearms. Red's hand clasped around her jawline, turning her face to the side, burying his sweltering adroit lips onto her sensitive neck.

Jolene jolted, a sweet huff making its way out of her lips. She felt him react, his breathing mixed with a low hum, sent chills down her spine. She opened her eyes, the ceiling getting taller and taller while he dragged her down.

Red intertwined his left hand with her hair with lips still attached onto her neck. He used his right knee to nudge her leg to the side. He trailed one gloved hand up her right leg, clasping itself on her thigh, like a leech.

She grunted squeezing her eyes shut, surprisingly managing to sink her nails on his cursed wall of muscles. She trailed her hands down, feeling the tip of his weapons. "AH." She screeched when he locked a hand on her throat, using the other one to hold her writs above her head.

She stared at him with wide eyes, shaken by the hasty reflexes. She was breathing profoundly, his eyes impossible to read due to those vexatious lenses. His straight pearly white teeth, flashed her a dazing criminal smirk. "I should have warned you, I'm into chocking."

She gripped the mellifluous sheets under her trapped hands, turning her face to the side, feeling his lips dashing from them to her collarbone. He looked at her, her flustered face begging him to continue. "I- Someone told m…me you liked thicker women."

"I'm not picky." He breathed out, both of his hands pressing her rib cage while grooving on her heartbeat.

Jolene let her head fall back into the mattress, eyes closed as he pulled her dress up, kissing her heated legs. She panted in a terrific delightful distress, when he took a hold of her legs and yanked her to him. She placed a hand on his face, pulling him down to her lips. He quickly snapped a hand on her mouth, receiving a questioning look.

"I'm in charge here, kitten."

She placed both her hands above her head, his lips hastily embracing her now purple skin. She sighed a low moan, hands meddling with her hair, when she quickly took a hairpin disguised as knife and stabbed him on his side.

Red grunted in pain, quickly dodging to the side when she pulled one of his guns and started to shoot. He hid behind her bathroom wall, laughing as he took the knife out of his flesh. Blood staining the pink carpet. "All of that work and not a single bulge. You're not very good with this, aren't you kid?" Jolene glared, a malicious smile tainting her pretty face.

"Oh…You see. It's difficult to get a hard on when you're not my type. Back in my day, you were the thing we called practice doll. Actually, you still are."

She chuckled, shooting once she saw parts of his hair coming into view. "Did I open an old wound, kitten?"

...

He whipped the knife on his leg, so he could use it to look for her reflection. He saw none. Pointing his gun, he came out of cover, always on high alert. Red looked at the window, curtains flowing with blood droplets coming from the bed to the window frame, staining a path. He made the mistake in misjudging her.

No fret.

Now it's time for the big hunt.