The air was frigid in New York, ruffling Jason's leather jacket and blowing the smoke of his cigarette back into his face. Though his eyes were squinted, he watched relentlessly for his companion. When he heard he distinct sound of her flats on the concrete, he dropped the cigarette and stomped it out, hoping she couldn't smell it on his breath.

Barbara Gordon approached him, wearing a long, black jacket that all but completely hid her just-formed curves and a yellow and red striped scarf. Her hair was tied into a bun and she had a pair of circular glasses perched precariously on her nose. Jason could just barely recognize the insignia on her cloak from the Harry Potter movies.

Barbara smiled brightly down at him. "What do you think, Jay?" she said, watching his eyes move up and down her costumed figure.

Jason smirked, crossing his arms. "I think you would've made a better Hermione."

Barbara rolled her eyes behind her glasses and grabbed his hand, pulling him behind her. She instantly stopped, however, when the wind shifted. "Jason, Bruce told you not to smoke." She said, turning and pushing an accusing finger into his Avenged Sevenfold tee shirt.

The Robin's aqua eyes widened just barely, but overall the boy kept his cool. "And I haven't since I moved in." he said. With a slight panic, he realized Barbara still had his hand and all she had to do was smell the nicotine oozing out of his pores. His arm tensed slightly in response to this realization, and he realized that was his downfall.

Barbara lifted his hand and sniffed it cautiously. She could easily detect the smoke, but she sighed. "We'll talk about it later, Perve Wonder." She muttered, dragging him along behind her once more. "But we will talk about it."

The boy sighed, slightly in relief and slightly to get the scent of smoke off his breath as he entered the large hotel.

The room was huge, and full of stands and small vendors. People walked about, wearing ornate costumes and impossible hairstyles. He glanced at the older girl, watching as her eyes lit up with excitement and wonder. It was the first convention either had been to. The only reason Jason was here was because Dick couldn't come because of some mission in Egypt he had to do with the Team.

He had insisted on not dressing up but as he looked around he realized he stuck out like a sore thumb. People wore cloaks and pointed wands at each other and recited spells and acted accordingly. He felt like an outcast, and he was getting tired of being the new kid everywhere he went with his new company choices.

A few boys approached the duo. Their eyes reeked of judgment and attitude. Jason immediately felt challenged by the boys and stepped forward, a feral growl resting under his tongue. However, Barbara stepped between them and began chatting with the boys as though she knew them.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she spat. Jason almost smacked himself in the head for not realizing the boys meant no ill will, they were just playing the part.

The leader of the group smirked wickedly at Barbara – or Harriett, as she had asked to be called during the duration of the trip. "Look boys," he said, attempting to pull off a British accent and horribly failing. "A mud-blood trying to prove her worth." They all laughed for a moment before they broke character and began a conversation about 'cosplay'.

"Actually, I'm gender bend Harry." Barbara said, shyly. Jason rolled his eyes, waiting for the new friends to dispatch so he could drag Barbara to the food court. He didn't even know what gender bend meant. Though, he was pretty certain Barbara had explained it to him on more than one occasion.

The three green cloaked boys walked away, promising to see the two at the rave later. These words sparked interest in the teenage rebel's heart. He turned to Babs, saying, "Why didn't you tell me there would be a rave?!"

Barbara shrugged, as though it was unimportant. "I didn't know." She muttered as she walked forward, gazing around like a kid in a candy shop. "I take it you want to go?" one of her red eyebrows cocked at the boy, watching him practically jump in excitement.

"Hell yeah!" Jason said. Though he'd never been to a real rave, he thought it sounded like fun he had yet to experience, and Jason prided himself on trying fun things. "You have to wear something sexy though, not that."

Barbara faked offense. She flattened a hand against her chest and dropped her mouth, releasing a gasp. "What's wrong with this?" she asked.

Jason laughed. "You look like a nerd, Babs." He said, spotting a pretzel stand among other things.

He took off without her, calling that he'd meet her later. She didn't move until he waltzed back munching on an overly salted pretzel. He smiled at her innocently, his cheeks extra puffy due to being full of pretzel. Barbara rolled her eyes at his goofy look. "Your outfit says punk but your face says chipmunk." She said, swiping a piece of his pretzel and popping it into her own mouth. "And for the record, Jay, here everyone is a nerd. You're the weird one."

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OKAY so I have a reason why this is so late I promise. I was grounded.

Meaning I had no time to write anything at all. So I'll be spending a majority of my day tomorrow trying to catch up on everything.

For the record: this is pre-Jason's death. I'd say he's 15 and Barbara is 16.

Anyway, I'll try to update as many of my stories as possible tomorrow, and then I promise I'll catch up. This 30 Day Challenge is going to be more like a year at this rate. My bad guys. :(

Also, sorry it's so short, and sorry for any mistakes, but it's really late and I have to get up in five hours. So I really don't want to proofread right now and I want to get it posted as soon as possible. So please forgive me and if you simply can't find it into your heart to do so then…. Oh well?

Please review! :D

~Charlie~