Barbara Gordon/Batgirl<br/><br/>"That's right!  No Alfred.  That means I better NOT see you making a mess or ELSE!"  Smiling, she wagged her finger at Jason, driving home her point.  She jumped at the opportunity to lighten the mood after seeing him take off his patch and seeing that awful branded 'J' on his cheek.  Every time, it felt like a gut punch, brutally reminding her of everything that Jason had endured at the hands of the Joker.<br/><br/>So...now he wanted to take her on, huh?  "Oh, I think we both know who the better one here is," she returned his infuriating smirk.  "It's the one NOT packing a third pistol between his legs.  But since you enjoy humiliating yourself so much, who am I to deny you that pleasure?  But first, I think that I need to change into something a bit less 'designer', don't ya think?  I would suggest the same for you, James Dean.  I'm sure the leather jacket and jeans makes all the girls swoon but I imagine it's a little less than comfortable when you're getting your a s s kicked.  I'm betting ya got some sweats or workout togs in there.  If not, I'm sure I can find a leotard and leg warmers in your size."  Smirking, she headed to her bedroom.  "Get changed and I'll meet you downstairs," she told him, closing the bedroom door behind her.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later, she walked back out on barefoot feet.  Dressed in a navy UA tank top and matching capri tights.  His open duffel bag lay on the floor but Jason himself was nowhere to be seen.  Descending the stairs, she stepped out into the second floor gym.  He wasn't there either.  Grinning, she began scanning the area as she made her way to the center mat.  If he thought he could ambush her, he had another thing coming...