“And now she’s a Bat.”
There was acid oozing from her tone, dripping from it. Her contempt for the Bats was no secret — at least, not to Jason. She didn’t like their holier-than-thou attitude and, more than anything, she didn’t like Batman. Anyone affiliated with him was just as bad. They were collateral damage.
Perhaps she was jealous. For as long as she’d known Jason, she’d been the only woman consistently in his life. They were like siblings, told each other everything, and now… now there was this tiny little bat flapping about that Kori wasn’t at all prepared for. How was she supposed to take that? Jason was the only family Kori had, but he had others he never even bothered telling her about.
“Honestly, Jason,” Kori said, sighing and running a hand through her hair, “She’s not what I’m worried about.” That much was true. Jason could be friends with whoever he wanted, that was fine. If he wanted to hang out with the Bats, more power to him. She didn’t understand the desire, but it’s not like the princess was in any place to stop it.
They hadn’t been talking for a long time, Kori knew. Drifting from Jason was something she regretted very deeply, but she needed her space, she needed to mourn, and she thought Jason understood that. Then again, Kori thought Jason understood a lot of things that seemed to be completely missed. Maybe they weren’t as close as she thought.
She sighed again before speaking. “How much do they know about us?”
“Yeah. She’s a Bat.”
He shook his head, trying to clear away the memory of asking her to join him, watching as she shook her head, casting a glance back at Bruce. All but telling him that he needed her help more than Jason did.
“She’s not like the others. Not like…him, at least."
He didn’t talk about Batgirl. He never did. She was his secret, his link to sanity away from the Outlaws. After all, Kory hadn’t done a thing for Jay after Roy died, didn’t attempt to help him through his own grief. Just shut herself away from anyone she knew, made a whole new set of friends at her paramedic job.
Left Jay alone.
"There’s nothing to worry about. Black Bat, Batman, Batsi-Batgirl. None of them know who you are. and even if they do, there’s not much they can do. You can level anything they throw at you with ease.”
That was one thing he’d missed. He and Henri and the rest could cook up all sorts of gadgets and weapons, but there was just no replacing her firepower. They’d done the math. Her blasts hit upwards of a terajoule in testing, probably higher when she was good and pissed off.
“Look. She’s family. Next question."
and all of this will never be the same again 