shinyglorchan

Title: Join Us
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Babs, Helena
Pairing(s): pre-Jason/Babs
Word Count: 438
Genre: general
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Another for

modestroad. Prompt: DCU, Jason/Babs, two years ago he joined the Birds. I decided to write the two years ago part. This is right after Under the Hood because seriously, Infinite Crisis happening does not explain how the hell Jason survived that explosion. (First time writing Helena. Tell me I should go read more of her before writing her. @_@)
Link: comment_fic

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Everything went black after the explosion. Jason knew he should have been dead, but he wasn’t. He had no idea why he was alive or not surrounded by rubble. The Joker had blown him up, again. This time, it was Bruce’s fault, and that thought made him growl.

“Hush your tweeting, little bird,” a voice murmured.

“I think he’s more like a little growling kitten, O,” another voice said with a chuckle.

“Huntress, don’t you have an assignment with Canary to get to?” the first voice said, obviously trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, boss. You just want to keep the little gattino to yourself. Have fun with him,” the second voice said as the sound of boots clicking against the ground faded into the distance.

“I know you’re awake, Jason,” she said. “You must be wondering where you are.”

Jason opened his eyes and saw Barbara sitting next to his bed. “The hell... How am I...?” he croaked, his throat hoarse from the explosion.

“How’re you alive?” Barbara finished for him. “Pure, dumb luck, and maybe a little bit because I’ve been keeping tabs and traces on Bruce and the Joker.”

“...you knew where we were,” he muttered, trying to sit up in the bed. “So, we’re in Metropolis?”

“Yes,” she replied. “After my tracers cut out because of the explosion, I sent Huntress in to survey the damage. She found you bleeding in the wreckage. Actually, the worst damage was that shoulder wound, not so much the explosion.”

Jason flinched at that. “Yeah, thank Bruce for that,” he spat out, trembling with rage. “Fucker nearly slit my throat to save the Joker.”

Barbara’s face hardened before she shook her head. “Let’s not talk about him right now,” she said quietly. “I have an offer for you, when you recover.”

“What kind of offer?” he asked skeptically. “I’m not playing by daddy’s rules anymore-”

“You’ll play by mine,” she cut him off. “Join my Birds of Prey.”

Jason stared at her. “Ain’t your Birds a woman only club, Babsy?”

“Jason, you gave me the inspiration for the name all those years ago. I think I can make an exception for you,” she teased. “And anyway, we’ve had male members before.”

Silently took over the room for a few short moments. “...one condition. Bruce doesn’t get to know where or if I’m even alive until I say so.”

“Done,” Barbara replied without missing a beat. “He doesn’t need to know, and I’ll make sure the rest of the Birds know it too.”

Jason grinned. “Then this might be the start of an interesting partnership.”