To say Barbara was hesitant was the understatement of the year. Follow him? This is a bad idea, Babs. Before she could second or third guess his motives though, she was turning on heel, nodding, and running after him. This was naive. Idiotic. She should have been heading in the opposite direction, but instead she was running after a man she only knew as possibly a very violent sociopath.
This was one of the stupidest things she had ever done.
Even so, there was a rush. Barbara was running on pure adrenaline as she bounded after him, weaving in and out of alleyways and then up to a building she was unfamiliar with. He gestured for her to go ahead of him and there was the fleeting feeling deep in her gut that this was bad, but her feet keep propelling her forward. Eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed together in a scowl, but she wasn’t stopping.
“Now all we have to do is wait for them to move on, and get our bikes and split up. Are you hungry?"
Barbara didn’t register his question. Instead, she canted her head to the side, puzzled. Hungry? No, she was definitely not hungry. In fact, just a fleeting ten minutes ago she was sure she was going to throw up all over this guy’s shoes. She swallowed hard, knowing her apprehension was obvious. No, she did not want what ever poisoned food he was going to try to get her to ingest. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shook her head.
What happened next was completely out of left field. A man opened the door and looked…happy to see the hood? Happy? That couldn’t be right. Barbara inched forward just a little closer to see if she could read his face better. This man was definitely happy to see the hood. She was flabbergasted. Her vision narrowed and her jaw slacked. “Were you just speaking Mandarin? Wait, of course you were.” Barbara threw up her hands in exasperation and turned around. What the hell was going on? Who was this guy? “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Shaking her head, she walked to the edge of the building and rubbed her temples. This had to be the weirdest night she’d had in a long time.
Batgirl blushed furiously, then stumbled through a response. Jay turned back to the man-Chan Yan Tak was his name-and ran through a small list of food. With a last nod and a smile, Chan turned back inside, letting the door slam shut. Jason crossed the alleyway, leaning against a brick wall some six feet from Batgirl, who still looked adorable. No, confused. Adorably confused.
"Should be out in a few minutes.” He looked over her again, reading her body language like a book. She was nervous. Scared, and definitely out of her element. She wasn’t gonna trust him, not immediately. He sighed. “Wanna hear a story, Batsie?”
and all of this will never be the same again 