The Memory
Batman and Batgirl landed on the roof of a warehouse and searched the area for any henchmen.
"You sure we're at the right place?" Batgirl asked, clearly expecting henchmen or cameras around the area but was clearly confused to see nothing. Batman nodded and his earpiece went off.
"Speak." Batman demanded. He could almost feel Red Hood smirking on the other end.
"I see you've made it to the warehouse." Red Hood spoke on the other line. "That will be the place you find the next clue. Good luck, Bruce."
Red Hood seemed to now be giving out some little game instructions. Batman gritted his teeth at how smug this crime lord spoke.
"Split up." Batman said to Batgirl who nodded in his direction. Barbara was already off the roof before Batman could give another order. She took out her flashlight and started searching the area. A glimpse of something on the wall of the warehouse made her stop in her tracks. On the wall was a drawing of a heart with writing in its center.
You are our shadow
Always have our backs
And you will forever be my best friend
Batgirl stared at the wall, forgetting about the mission at the moment. The one who designed this was her. Deep inside, she no longer felt like Batgirl. She was Barbara Gordon.
*Flashback*
Fifteen year old Barbara Gordon watched as her best friend started spraying the warehouse walls with spray paint. She giggled as Jason Todd smirked at her from beneath his black hood.
"Told you that your first time rebelling would be a blast." The green eyed boy said, tossing a can of spray paint to her.
"I can't believe rebelling can be so much fun." She said, spraying blue paint on the walls, trying to make words.
The bean bag department was here!
Jason smirked at Barbara's work before taking a can of black paint to create his own little message.
The commissioner's kid was here!
Barbara turned to what Jason was doing and she dropped her can of paint.
"JASON!" She shouted. Jason stuck his tong out and blew raspberries at her before running off. Barbara chased her immature and idiotic friend around the alley until she finally managed to tackle Jason to the ground.
"Are you trying to get me in trouble?" Barbara asked in annoyance but deep inside she felt like laughing. Jason just laughed up at her expression before rolling over so that he was now on top of her.
"Jason!" Barbara whined, struggling beneath him. Barbara may have been strong but Jason was way stronger. Jason just laughed once again.
"Sorry but it's not my fault I'm tougher than you, Barbie." Jason smirked when he said Barbara's most hated nickname.
"Don't call me Barbie." She snapped, still struggling beneath Jason's grip.
"Oh sorry, Barbie." Jason muttered in her ear. "Would you rather have me call you Babs?"
"Shut up, Jay-Jay." Barbara shot back.
"Don't call me Jay-Jay!" Jason warned. Barbara smirked.
"Sorry Jay-Jay."
Instead of a reply Jason grabbed a can of paint and sprayed Barbara's face. Barbara squealed at the sudden feeling of a substance being sprayed on her face. Barbara managed to push Jason off of her when he doubled over in a fit of laughter. She smirked deviously before grabbing a can of green paint before yanking Jason's hood off and started spraying his hair.
"HEY!" Jason shouted, lashing around and sprayed Barbara with more paint. Soon the two teens were having a paint fight and were laughing nonstop until they ran out of paint. Tired and covered in different colors of paint, Barbara sat down next to Jason on the sidewalk of the parking lot and looked at each other. Jason allowed Barbara to lay her head on his shoulder and he walked her home about a few minutes later.