Jason was probably having more fun than Barbara was with this. He ran through the store, picking out clothes Barbara would never wear in a million years and throwing them over his arm. Eventually, he'd narrow it down and pick a favorite but right now he wanted lots of option. He was sticking to patterns, because Babs hated patterns. The pants part would be tricky, because Barbara wore everything from too short of shorts to skinny jeans.

But then he found the perfect pair of jeans.

He pulled them off the rack, not caring that now he'd have to go back and find a new shirt to go with the jeans. These were the ones.

Barbara was currently on the boy side of the store, picking out his hideous attire. They'd gone to the mall just for shits and giggles, and Jason had bet Barbara that he could make her look more ridiculous than she could make him look. Which was probably a stupid idea, because Barbara had then chosen a store which carried none of Jason's traditional look, but is where Barbara did a solid amount of shopping.

Nonetheless, Jason was more than capable of finding an outfit for her. The rules of the game were that the outfit had to at least match, and it had to be at least slightly wearable in public. Which meant it had to be not unrealistic, but also not their style.

Jason was sure he'd win with these pants.

Twenty minutes more of going through the countless racks in the store later and Jason had finally picked out an outfit that would make even someone as hot as Barbara Gordon look unattractive. He went to the counter and asked if his girlfriend could have a dressing room, and the lady said yes. She unlocked one and Jason placed the outfit in there, along with matching shoes and even an accessory. He placed a hanger on the door to keep it from locking on itself, and then set out to find his girlfriend.

The reflection in the mirror was truly ghastly. He hated what he was wearing, and he had to hand it to Gordon, she'd done well. She'd picked out a navy blue puff vest to wear over a long sleeve galaxy shirt. He also had to wear a flat billed hat that read #SWAG on the front and a pair of sunglasses. He could see his little white streak of hair poking out from beneath the hat. She couldn't find any pants that were too ridiculous, so she picked him out a pair of black skinny jeans. Nothing spandex-wearing-Red Hood wasn't capable of pulling off. Besides, anything tight only made him look better. To top off his new look, she gave him a pair of black and purple high tops.

This was pretty far off from his leather jacket and band shirt look.

Jason was antsy to go see how Barbara looked, and also to get away from his own reflection. He looked like a white boy who was about to graduate from public school.

Shaking his head, he inhaled deeply. "How do you look, Babs?"

"Like a rodeo clown reject," she called back. Dread in her voice. "How about we just call you the winner of this one and put on our real clothes?"

Jason smiled. "Nope. I wanna see you wearing it." He had finally beaten Barbara Gordon at a bet so bad that she willingly admitted he won. Of course he had to rub her nose in it.

Begrudgingly, Barbara slowly pulled open the dressing room door and emerged, her shoes clicking as she did so. Jason could barely contain his laughter as she walked into the open, her face a mixture of hate and embarrassment. He had found for her a pink short sleeved shirt with a giant brown horseshoe on her boobs. Beneath the horseshoe were two horses and a stick figure cowgirl and the words "Country Boys Only". She also wore a pair of blue jeans, bedazzled across the buttcheeks and flared out at the bottom, held into place with a bedazzled belt with a horseshoe buckle. He couldn't find any actual cowgirl boots, so he settled for brown, snakeskin combat boots. But from beneath the flare of her country jeans, you could hardly tell the difference.

"Aww, Babs, you make a horrible country girl." Jason was laughing so hard his stupid hat fell off and he lurched forward, holding his stomach to ease the laughter cramps.

Barbara growled to herself. "I'm pissed that you look ridiculous but you still pull it off," he said. "You win, Todd, now can we go?" She was crossing her arms, almost looking sheepish as she struggled to hide her attire. Jason felt a few tears sting his eyes as he tried to control his laughter. He nodded, unable to speak and Barbara stomped back into the dressing room and slammed the door.

Jason continued laughing as he changed out of his own clothes safely within his dressing room. "Aww don't be mad, babe," he said. His laughter was almost completely out of his voice, although he still couldn't stop the grin on his face. "It's not your fault I look good in everything."

That night, Jason and Barbara were hanging out at the manner. There was a case and Red Hood was assisting the Bat clan on it. He had important info. So Bruce had insisted he stay where he was reachable 100% of the time. Jason didn't particularly mind, it's not like he hadn't stayed with the Wayne's before many times. And his room was almost exactly as it had been before his untimely death. It almost felt nice staying there, as if he was a kid again and Bruce would always protect him and everything was going to work out.

The bunch were all gathered around the mantle, drinking Alfred's world famous hot cocoa. They weren't talking about anything in particular, just goofing around. Tim and Dick sat on one couch and Jason, Barbara and Damian sat across from them. Jason decided it would be funny if he told the story from earlier that day, because it wasn't often someone bested Barbara.

"No way you got her to put that on," Dick said, laughing and eyeing his best friend.

Jason merely grinned, scrolling through his phone and then holding it up. There stood Barbara Gordon in her little country girl outfit, looking mad as all hell. "I got a picture," he said, smiling.

Barbara slapped his phone out of his hand. "When the hell did you take that?!" she demanded.

"Oh I'm very sneaky, Babs," he said.

She crossed her arms, leaning away from him. It was clear she was pissed off again. Everyone else was crying from laughter, and Jason didn't feel bad at all. "She's just mad because I can pull off any look. Scroll and you'll see what I was wearing," he said, handing them his phone again.

Tim looked at the photo, scrunched up his nose, and looked back at Jason. "I don't know, Jay," he said. "I doubt you could pull off my look." He sounded so sure of himself, grinning ear to ear becuse he knew he was right.

Jason looked his brother up and down.

"Timmy, even you don't pull off that look."