Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>It surprised her that he had $10,000 in cash on hand.  Then again, it shouldn't have been all that surprising.  He was a masked vigilante with no regular job as far as she knew.  Constantly on the move with the need for hi-tech gear would require a considerable bank roll.  It was probably best that she didn't know where it was all coming from.<br/><br/>What was even more surprising was that he actually paid her a compliment, commenting on how presentable she looked.<span style="font-style: italic">My, you're just full of surprises today, aren't you, Jason Todd?</span>Prying him away from Marci, she asked, "Alright if we take my car?"<br/>It wasn't anything fancy.  No Batmobile or Lamborghini or other exotic performance machine.  A late-model Honda Civic.  Nondescript, reliable, infinitely practical transportation.<br/><br/>Travel mug of coffee (compliments of Marci) in hand, she led the way to the side of the building where her car was parked.  She had a reputation in the neighborhood, independent of her crimefighting identity.  She had helped many of the lower-income residents with legal cases, not to mention proven herself to be a woman that wasn't about to take any BS.  Hence, no one messed with her or her car.<br/><br/>They arrived at the district courthouse just as pre-hearing preparations were under way.  Fielding and his assistants were talking baseball while Happy-Boy and the public defender rep-ing him hadn't arrived yet.  "Gordon?  What the h e l l are you doing here?" Asst DA Fielding asked not too hospitably.  "And who's your biker boy friend?"  He sneered at Jason.<br/><br/>"Representing my client, Tom," she retorted.<br/><br/>Barb could see the wheels spinning in Fielding's thick head.  "Wait...you're Happy-Boy's lawyer?!  Are you kidding me?  You're representing that scumnag?!"<br/><br/>"What's the matter, Tom?  You of all people should be well-acquainted with scumbags."<br/><br/>"Really making your father proud, aren't you, Gordon?"<br/><br/>Babs gave him an evil little look.  "Are you still upset how I completely humiliated you in the Santos case?" she asked with sharp-tongued sweetness.<br/><br/>"B i t ch," he muttered under his breathe.<br/><br/>Nothing more was said between them until a couple court guards, joined by a pair of GCPD uniforms arrived, escorting a shackled Happy-Boy between them.  Five minutes later, the bailiff arrived, calling the room to order as Judge Ritter strode to the bench.<br/><br/>"In the matter of State v Kelly, for the purposes of this bail hearing, does the defendant have legal council?"  The young public defender hesitantly rose to address the court but Barb cut him off.  "Barbara Gordon, representing the defendant your honor."<br/><br/>"Does the defendant concur?"<br/><br/>Happy-Boy glanced at Babs, snickered and told the Judge, "Sure, why not."<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later, the three of them walked out of the courthouse.  Babs, Jason, and a newly-released Happy-Boy.