A forced laugh escaped her lips, hollow and exasperated. Of course. After rubbing her temples, she leaned back on the palms of her hands, head tilted so she could stare at the darkened sky. “The name wasn’t my choice. I think it was a newspaper that started calling me Batgirl.” It wouldn’t have been her first option, or her second or third. However, the pseudonym had stuck and she had been branded. “Our aliases aren’t very creative, are they?” Barbara snickered, shaking her head.
Jason, suddenly full, set his box aside. He tugged the helmet back over his face, stepping down to sit next to Batgirl, his long legs dangling off the roof.
“You’ve got it backwards, Batsie. The Hood came after the alias. A long time ago, Gotham was controlled by a group of dangerous people known as the Red Hood Gang. When I was a little boy, the leader-” He stopped, unable to suppress a shudder at the memory. “He hurt me pretty good. I took the name after the gang fell, thinking I might bring some good to the name.” He laughed, but it was hollow. “The papers tried to call me Red Bat at first. A nice surprise interview with the editor of the Gazette changed that.” The poor woman had pissed herself when he stepped out of the dark corner of her room at four in the morning.
and all of this will never be the same again 