Girl Of Two Worlds Oneshots

How to be Badass - A Guide by Jason Todd

Jason's POV
I was ready for a night out, to go and chill, punch some bad guys, inflate my ego a little. Just have some fun. And when I stumbled across Robin in my safe house on the same night a brilliant idea popped into my head.

"So you know, people ask me 'Who is the Twilight Wolf?' 'Why does she help Batman but also the bad guys?' I think it's about time you come with me and show your face, not literally of course, but being recognised as a comrade of Red Hood might be beneficial to your image," I told Robin, hoping she would agree to my night of villainous fun. "You mean so you can brag about me being a friend of yours and inflate your ego further?" She sassily fires back, her glare seeing straight through me. "Well you can't say I didn't try, but still, wanna go to a bar? I need a drink," I asked, hoping this time that she wouldn't let me drink on my lonesome. "Fine I'll come with, but only so I can watch you get wasted and record it later," she replied, grinning. "You're just as bad as the others. Here I was thinking that the original Robin would be nice, but no, she's just as bad as the rest of them," I commented. She laughed, "stop whining, like you haven't done it before."

I grinned back at her, she was right after all. I'd filmed Dick getting wasted a lot before Robin was back around. Ah the good old days. "Grab a spare mask from my stash, you can't drink through that wolf mask of yours," I told her, pointing towards the spare domino masks. "Guess I'll just have to let them see a little more than I was hoping, maybe I should take you up on that first offer," Robin joked, entertaining the idea of a team up between us in a bar fight. I took off my own Red Hood helmet and switched it out for a mask and we geared up and I lead the way towards the usual hangout for Gotham's crooks and criminals. When we got there I stepped aside and let Robin go in first. She slowed her pace, her eyes carefully watching the perps surrounding us at the various tables in the pub. "Chillax Wolf, we won't get any trouble yet," I told her, trying to calm her nerves.

We sat down at the bar beside one another and I called the bartender over. "Two of my usual," I ordered. "I can't drink!" Robin whispered quietly. When the drink was placed in front of her, I gave her a wink and lifted the drink towards her. "Cheers for the drink Wolf," I spoke loudly,  to ensure others would look and watch. Under the peer pressure, Robin caved and grabbed the drink. "Anything for a friend," she replied bitterly, knocking her glass rather firmly against my own and taking a large mouthful from her drink. "Taste good?" I mocked quietly. "Well it's not the first time I've drank, but it's not my favourite," she replied. "Just watch it Red, it might be you I end up kicking tonight," Robin warned. I laughed inwardly, it was just a little tease, I just wanted her to loosen up a little.

We sat casually, allowing those around us to realise who I was and who Robin was. Nobody had seen her without the wolf mask on, it was a rare occurrence, so heads were turned more commonly in our direction rather than away from our threatening presence here. I scan the room for any familiar faces and spot one I was more than aquainted with. "Stay here, I'll be back in a sec," I told Robin, not wanting her to get into too much trouble. She nodded silently and took another drink, this time in smaller sips than her large mouthful earlier.

Robin's POV
I took another sip, my nerves slowly fading as my body ingested the alcohol. Luckily I wasn't draining my capability to defend myself at the same time. We were in America now so the drinking limit was higher than usual. Back in the U.K. the drinking limit was only 18 so my Aunt Faye let me a have a few drinks around the time I hit 16/17 years old. Only on quiet nights in though, but really was I ever actually going to go out, being the person I was. So my tolerance for alcohol wasn't as low as expected, plus with all of Dad's gala's and charity events, there's been times where I've been pressured into a drink by either a guest or Dick himself. He said he likes seeing that side of me, although I think I should be a bit more worried. I don't want him abusing his persuasive powers over me.

I watched as Jason went and patted another man's shoulder, a friend I assumed from the way they greeted one another, loudly and openly. Turning back, the half filled glass in my hand, I take another sip as I sit in the awkwardly tense silence. A chair to the right of me shuffles, a man sits down and I look away, instinctively hiding my face. He orders a drink and I loosen up a little, his voice friendly to me. "Fancy seeing you here Mick," I comment. He turns to me, takes a while to recognise me without the Wolf mask and grunts, "Didn't expect you here Hood, thought you would've gone home or something by now," he spoke. I sighed. "Me too, but my good friend Red Hood over there decided he needed a drinking buddy," I replied. "Don't stick around him too long, when he gets drunk things get messy in here," he warned, taking his bottle and walking over to the exit. "See you around Hood," he spoke as he left. Now that was a whole lot of worry I'd just been gift wrapped. Jason needed to explain himself.

I finished my drink triumphantly, finishing it in one before stepping down from the creaky bar stool and over to where Jason sat, my liquid confidence helping me prepare for the conversation I was going to have. "Hood, a word," I asked, interrupting his conversation. I looked to his drinking partner, a face I don't quite recognise. "Here's who you have to meet. This is my sister, Twilight Wolf," Jason remarked. I didn't realise that I was his bragging rights, I thought he was supposed to be my bragging rights. "Hi, can I borrow him a sec?" I asked his conversation partner. "Be my guest," he replied. I grabbed Jason's shoulder and pulled him back away towards the bar. "A little birdie told me you get into a lot of bar fights when you're drunk, which is not what I signed up for," I told him. "Don't spoil my fun," Jason grumbled. I sighed frustratedly, "don't expect me to stick around if that's what you've got planned," I added, preparing to walk out. "Don't leave already! The fun hasn't even started yet!" Jason exclaimed, a smug grin across his face. Something was going to happen, that smirk meant trouble.

Jason's POV
So what if there was a bar fight, it's be much more fun with Robin involved. Tonight the bar was full, meaning a hell of a lot of guys to show who's boss. I finished my drink and tossed the glass towards a table, it landed safely but harshly, thudding as it hit the greasy wood table. "So, a little birdy told me you pathetic losers wanted to pick a fight with me, wanted to prove that I'm a worthless deadbeat idiot. Let's change that shall we," I shouted, ensuring the whole bar heard me. I aggravated enough of them for a bar fight to start, and smiled again as the fight began, myself at the centre. Although this time I may have over done it a little. My friend from earlier, yeah he's wiped out on the booze, and Robin doesn't seem too keen on helping me, sat watching me from the sidelines with a disappointed straight face alike the one her father has. The amount of times I'd wanted to smack that face off of Bruce when I did something he disapproved of. Getting it now from Robin did nothing but infuriate me further, helping me find the energy to wipe these suckers out in the fray.

I stumbled as I swung for a punch, alcohol below my feet being sticky and slippy, forcing me off balance. A goon grabbed my arm and tossed me down during my moment of weakened stability and others joined him in attempt to regain their status. I laughed, my own stupid self getting into trouble, but at least I had fun while I did, if there's anything I learned from dying, it was that you had to live your life your own way.
I close my eyes and pushed down against the floor forcing myself away from their punches. I heard a grunt and a moan and stood above me was Robin, offering me a hand up. I grinned up at her, she couldn't help laughing back. "One of these days and I'm gonna kill you for stunts like this. Let's just get this over with," she commented, pulling me up to my feet. "I knew you'd save me," I mocked, knowing that she was a goody two shoes deep down. "Whatever, you can thank me later," she said, winking as I saw her powers activate.

Robin's POV
I froze time as I went round sabotaging the grunts around us, leaving obstacles that weren't there before, knocking their feet from under them while they were unaware. When time began to speed back up I ran back to beside Jason and stood in front of him, wanting to catch him off guard. He jumped as I appeared magically in front of him and I turned around and smirked as I watched them fall. Jason laughed when he saw what I'd done. "You could've left some for me," he complained. "Where's the fun in that?" I retorted. Jason stretched, "Well, guess we better head home sister dearest," he stated loudly, again using me to inflate his status. Still annoyed at Jason I didn't plan on letting him get away with using me. I grabbed a chair and swung it as hard as I could against his head, knocking him out cold. "Sorry brother dearest, but nobody messes with me and gets away with it," I mocked him, dragging him to an empty space on the floor and portalling home. Hopefully this will be a night for Jason to remember. And maybe he might learn his lesson.