"Damnit Jason!" Batgirl curses under her breath.
"What did I do now?" He responds to the look on her face.
"You nearly sliced me with my own bat-erang!"
He srugs his shoulders. "Sorry."
"Thought we were trying to kill the Joker, not eachother." Though at this point, if she happen to accidentally slip-Stop it Babs! Concentrate on getting the Joker.
"Well isn't it my two favorite Bat-kids. Hehehe-Hahaha!"
"Do you see him?" Batgirl asks Red Hood. They are currently surrounded my crates and boxes on one of many falling part ships in the shipyard.
"No. But look." Jayson bends down to pick something up. "It's a speaker. We have to get out of here."
'Let's go." Babs agrees and they proceed to make their way up over a giant metal crate.
Once they are on top Hood hits her in the sholders. "Look!"
She gives him a dirty look but then fallows his line of sight. "Joker." She growls. The camera in her lens focuses in on the dancing shape some feet away. It's Joker alright.
Jason hurls himself off the crate and races to Joker.
Batgirl fallows but just as they get close she notices that Joker is holding something in his hand. She falls back. "Hood, wait!"
But he doesn't liston. With his signature sadistic smile, Joker lights what looks like a firework in his hand and hurls in at Jason. The former Robin flys out of the way and it goes off with a bang.
'Hey batgirl, a little help here?" Redhood calls on the other side of the blast.
He sees batgirls form emerge from the blindingly bright light. "I'm here."
"Behind you!" He shouts. She reacts too slow. A figure pounces on her. She gets him off, but it's kind of clumbsy. Is she panicing?
A ticking sound starts up. "Do you here that?" They look down and see a timer, ticking down. 9...8...7...6
They look at eachother. "Crap!" Jason exclames, grabbing Batgirl and they jump out of the way just in time. "You alright?"
"Yeah, you?" Her hand reaches up to a fresh crack in Hoods mask. She wipes away a single drop of blood.
Why is she looking at me like that? He thinks to himself.
Jokers laughter surrounds tham. They look away from eachother but don't see him. "Aww, how sweet. Would you two like a little brakes-y to lick each other's wounds? HeeeHahahahahee! Where am i? Am I even here? Hahaha. Maybe, maybe not, but I have left a little present for my two favorite birdys. Hehehe. I hope it blows your mineds. HAHAHAHAAA!" Sometime while Joker was speaking Batgirl had grabbed Red Hoods hand and leaned into him.
A ticking starts up. They scan the aria as it gets louder and faster but they can't see where it is coming from. Red Hood notices a blinking red light on the side of a crate. Than another and another. "This whole place is rigged. We have to go!"
They run. Jumping behind a crumbling brick wall. Babs lifts up her cape and covers them with it, protecting them from flying debris. She lets go and the fabric drops to her side. Shes leaning in close to Jason. Her hand lifts up to his mask.
He hears a snap from one of the clips that holds his helmet closed. His hand flys up to stop hers. "What are you doing?"
Her cheeks turn red and she drops her hand.
"We should go." She nods in agreement. "What's up?" He asks when he realizes that she is fallowing him to his bike.
"Nothing." She replies simply as she continues to walk towards him.
"Well, you left your bike on the other side of the lot." He says, pointing in the opposite direction.
"I know." She stops infront of him and once again puts her hand to his helmet. She pauses.
He dosn't understand the look on her face. Not that he doesn't know that look. He just doesn't understand why, Barbra Gordon, is looking at him like that. He ignores the clicking sound the clips on his helmet makes before he feels her pulling it off. "Why did you do that?" Joker must have done something to her.
She leans in close to him and presses her mouth against the cut on his cheek. He feels her tongue lick the blood away and then she slides her lips down the skin of his face until she finds his mouth.
Something is definitely wrong. This is definitely not Babs. He knows but Jason gives into it, pulling her against him. "Guess you decided to make it worth my while after all, huh?" He says with a wink after they part.
"Mmm." she moans, smiling at him dreamily.
Weird. He plays along anyway. He kind of likes it. "Let's say we take this back to my place. We can "lick each other's wounds.'" He offers, quoting Joker. Her smile becomes a toothy grin and they hop on the back of his bike.
Jason wakes up to the sound of his phone vibrating. He looks at the screen. It's Tim telling him to call as soon a possible. He ignores it and looks at the red haired girl laying next to him. He opens his computer and reads the blood test results that are displayed on the screan.
Incomplete.
"Hmmm?" He starts looking over the stats when he feels her beginning to stir next to him. He quickly shuts the computer before turning to her. "Well, good morning lazy bones."
She moans. "What time is it?" She asks without opening her eyes.
"A little past noon." He tells her.
She pulls the blanket over her head. "Still early then."
His phone vibrates.
"What's that?" She asks, peaking over the blanket.
"Think I just got a hit on one of Jokers locations. Want to check it out?"
"But then we have to get up. I like it right here." She says, grabbing Jason and pulling him under the covers.
"Maybe it couldn't hurt to hold out on Joker for just a bit longer."
"Yea? How long can you hold out for?" She asks in a suggestive tone.
"Seemed to do pretty well last night."
"Think, you can, go longer?" She sighs, almost unable to get the words out as he presses himself against her.
"Let's try it. Shall we?"
"Where is it?" She asks, looking at the place her bike should be but isn't.
"I don't know? You sure you left it here?" Jason asks.
"Yes." She dosn't sound sure.
"Maybe you should check your van?" He suggests.
"My van?"
"Yeah. I think it's at your apartment. You know, in Burnside."
"Right. Let's go check there."
Babs circles the white van, trying to hide her uncertainty.
"Are you going to punch in the code?"
"Huh?" She asks, turning to Jason.
He points to the keypad on the doors.
She looks at it. "Oh, right." She promptly punches in a set of numbers and the alarm goes off. A beam shoots out of the keypad and scans both her and Jason.
Running facle recognition. A voice says over the speaker above the keypad. Message play back in 3..2..1
It's Barbra's voice. "Hey durt bag! Step away from the van. Yea, I'm taking to you. whatever you think is in here, well it's not. Oh yea and that lens you see? It's a camera." She starts hitting buttons at random, trying to silence the message blaring over the loud speaker. "The feed goes directly to the G.C.P.D. So you better get your ass out of here while you still can before the cops decende on you like the Batman in Crime Ally. Oh yea, and you! The red head trying frantically to disable this message." She gasps and takes a step back from the van. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but get out of my costume. Get off my streets and get the hell away from my family!"
The message ends and another countdown begins.
"Oh crap! Get away." Jason shouts. He grabs the girl and takes off running. They jump behind a dumpster just before a sonic bomb goes off. "Come on" He helps her up and they start walking down the ally.
"What? I don't understand." The girl exclames, pacing back and forth. They are currently at an intersection were the back of four buildings meet. She seems genuinely serprised by what just happen.
Jason leans casually against the brick wall of one of the buildings. He takes a granny smith apple out of his pocket and starts eating. "Well that explains a lot."
"I don't understand!" She grabs her head with both hands.
"So, who are you?" He asks, nonchalant.
She turns to him. "I'm Batgirl. Where the heck did you get the apple?" She asks indicating the round green fruit in his hand.
He offers it too her. "You want some?"
She shakes her head.
He takes another bite. "Getting back to my previous question. According to that high tech hunk of metal, you're not batgirl."
She starts to pace again.
"I mean, hay. It dosn't bother me any. Think I like you better anyway."
"Stop it."
He peels himself off the wall and grabs her, to stop her from pacing. "Who are you? Who am I?"
She won't look at him. "I'm Batgirl, your Red Hood."
"No, that is not what I mean. Who are you? When you look like this." He asks indicating the cloths he gave her to wear. "What is your name? What is my name?"
She dosn't answer. She finally looks up at him, panicked and confused. Names are running through her head, but she isn't sure if any of them are right. Her brain hurts. Memorys are pressing against the surfing but won't emerge.
He continues. "Nightwing, Robin?...Batman? Who are they?"
She falls to her knees. "I don't know, I know you though." She shakes her head. "I don't know. I know...something.
He bends down. Taking her face between his hands, he makes her face him. "Who are you!"
"Batgirl! Batgirl! I'M BATGIRL!" She starts to scream, becoming hysterical. She suddenly stops. Looking at him dead in the eyes. Desperate. Blood dripping from her nose. 'Jason, help me."
She falls to the floor. He picks up her unconscious body and starts walking.