A/N: I was planning on writing an origin fic for Babs, but I realized this was easier.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Barbara's POV

It was a Saturday night, but more importantly, it was Halloween. Because of Jan and my adventures last night, I tried staying under the radar. Not to mention that my father was positively neurotic and had even let me drive his car.

However, he was asleep, and I had a party to go to.

I know; Barbara Gordon doesn't go to parties. Barbara Gordon sits at home and reads books and does her homework. However, I had been encouraged by my friend Jan to attend tonight's hoopla, and I supposed it could be fun. Besides, it was Halloween, and "Anybody whose anybody's going to be there."

As I drove through the side streets of Gotham, searching fruitlessly for the address I had received, something caught my eye. A car that was suspiciously out of place; I parked across the street, pulling my cowl over my head.

I had decided to go as a female version of Batman; I had spent nearly all day sewing and stitching, and it was a costume created of desperation. In fact, it was the run-in with the Boy Wonder last night that had inspired me.

I snuck behind the lights, approaching the alley. Already, I could hear the familiar grunts and scuffs of a struggle.

Without thinking, I whipped around the corner; one man was down on his knees, hands bound behind his back while another held a crowbar high above his head. I attacked the man with the crowbar, unleashing a whirlwind of black belt prowess.

Within minutes, the man was unconscious. I had gone soft on him, but I couldn't stifle the guilt.

The others attacked.

I whipped around on them, kicking and leaping and punching. Soon, they were routed as well. I put my hands on my hips, proudly surveying the scene. A grunt behind me reminded me of my original objective, and I ran behind the bound man, untying his wrists.

Expecting gratitude, I made my voice deeper and sputtered awkwardly, "Are you alright, sir?"

However, strong arms grabbed me and spun me around. Struggling to escape the iron grip, the man dragged me into the light, snarling, "Who do you think you are?"

He ripped my cowl off, and our eyes adjusted to the brightness.

For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what I had seen until he muttered my name. "Barbara Gordon?"

"Bruce Wayne?"

In an instant, he had dropped me, murmuring thanks. My head spinning, I watched as the car drove away. I didn't know Bruce Wayne was that strong.

Suddenly, I heard a sly chuckle behind me. I whipped around to see a familiar face. However, this Jester was more bruised than the one I had seen the night before, despite his red dress shirt and black pants.

"I like your costume, Miss Gordon."

I struggled to compose myself, watching him suspiciously. "What do you want?"

He smiled, and I was surprised at the comfort it emulated. I stood still as he approached, brushing my cheek with his fingertips.

There was a hiss, and a funny scent tickled my nose. It wasn't until darkness closed in on my vision until I realized I had been inhaling knockout gas.