"So what's with you and redheads?"

Dick Grayson didn't answer. The 6'0, 25 year old former gymnast danced around the room, punching criminals in the face. The apartment was too small for his escrima sticks. He flipped over a crook, kicked him in the ear, and flipped back his shaggy black hair.

"I don't know. What's with you and guns?"

Jason Todd shot all the fallen criminals in the kneecaps. The 6'1, 23 year old former murder victim twirled his pistols and blew the imaginary smoke from behind his red mask. "I'm serious. Of all the beautiful women we've come across, the two you can't get over just happen to both be redheads? There's got to be some psychological wires crossed. And of all the girls, Ivy's never bloomed your flower?"

The two were investigating a trap house selling Poison Ivy love potions. Dick had traced the case from Bludhaven. Jason was bored hanging around the manor.

"What can I say? I'm immune to her charm."

"They say it's something that happens to you as a child. Before you even think about girls as girls. One day you're five, you're playing with matches, and your brain starts to get the wrong idea about the color red."

Dick had to laugh as he was looking through boxes of the product. "People have their types. I don't even think anyone at the Circus had red hair. But just to humor you, I was fifteen when I met Barbara. She was an older woman, smart, beautiful. I had some of the best years of my life fighting crime with her. Then when I left town, suddenly Kori popped into my life. Not that she's like a rebound or anything. Don't tell her that. Or Barbara. Don't tell anyone anything."

Jason smirked, making sure all the goons were passed out. "You've never thought about anyone else. Donna? Kara? I mean everyone has a crush on Diana right?

"She's Wonder Woman. Of course. But Kara is good friends with Barbara. And Donna is like my best friend."

"What about me?" Jason asked.

"You're like my brother," Dick answered. "I'm flattered but-"

"I meant the best friend part, Dickhead!" Jason began to kick open the walls looking for more drugs. "You're too virtuous, Boy Wonder. Longing for your teenage love? Save that for the CW. If I had your reputation and my body, I'd walk right up to Zatanna and say hey what's up?"

"Whatever you say, Jay."

The Red Hood was digging through trash when he must have triggered something. A green gas shot in his face. And although he wore a high tech mask, he still decided to fall backwards and lay on the ground.

"I've been poisoned."

"Do you have a death grin under there? I can't tell."

"It's not Joker gas or fear toxin."

"Maybe it's Ivy's love potion," Nightwing teased.

"Can't be. I have the overwhelming urge to strangle you if you don't get me to the Cave pronto."

"Nothing seems to be out of your ordinary, Master Jason." Alfred gave the eyeball one more shine from a flashlight before letting him go. "We'll see what your blood work says in the morning. Get some rest."

"I'm in favor of putting Todd in quarantine, putting him out of his misery if need be: not only his own good, but for ours." Damian Wayne seemed to appear out of nowhere, arms folded and hair slicked back. He was a thirteen year old version of his father.

"Isn't is past your bed time?" Jason asked the latest Robin.

"We all exceed our designated hour of rest, don't we?"

"He's saying you should've stayed dead," Dick pointed out.

The outside gate to the Batcave opened and in walked the three Batgirls. There was Stephanie Brown, a 5'5 twenty one year old bubbly blonde. She was laughing at her own jokes. There was Cassandra Cain, a 5'4 twenty year old Asian assassin. She was a good listener. And then there was Barbara Gordon. 5'7. 26 years old. She was busy taking off her cowl and putting on her glasses.

Jason was glad he took off the heart monitor. His heart was racing. Barbara. Dick's will they, won't they kinda girlfriend. A redhead. Her hair was so red. Freckles on her nose. What was happening in his head? Why now? As the girls walked up to the platform, Barbara came closer and closer.

"What's going on here?" she asked.

"Jay got hit with some toxin at Ivy's," Dick explained.

Barbara put her hand on Jason's shoulder. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

Jason couldn't breath at her touch. He choked and began coughing. She pulled away slightly as Damian covered his mouth with his cape and fled into the darkness. "Damn you, Todd."

"Master Jason, shall I get you tea?" Alfred offered.

"No, I'm alright." Jason got up and stormed out. "I just need to be alone."

Bruce had a number of rooms in the Manor dedicated to the family each having a room should they not want to go home for whatever reason. Jason only had a bed and a mini-fridge. He laid on top of the sheets and tried to figure out what was happening. Ivy's toxins usually made the victim fall for the first person they saw. He raked his course hand through his long black hair, streaked with ghostly white. Regardless of how he got there, he couldn't fight off the real, chemical truth that he was in love with Barbara Gordon.