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Two Of A Kind - chapter 3

Mohawk Mark x Jinx! reader

Taglist: @1abi @mightymeick @hapikiou

"So, which one next?"

You hum to yourself in thought. Your eyes scan the buildings around you before landing on another sky scraper. You point at it flippantly.

"That one."

Without another word Mark flies off, rapidly approaching the building you'd selected. You watched as he slid through it with ease. Smoke plumed out from the now collapsing structure. Before it could even hit the ground the man was back beside you, a proud grin on his face.

You sit in silence for a moment, admiring the man's handiwork from where you sat. You swing your legs back and forth from the rooftop ledge you currently occupied.

You sigh. "Shame we aren't in L.A. Would love to watch them burn."

"Yeah but the caped weirdo got that one."

"Caped?" You stifled a laugh. "There's a version of you that wears a cape?"

"A few actually. So lame. And his colors are black and yellow. I mean- seriously? You look like a bee! That's supposed to be threatening?"

You both chuckle at the expense of the unknown variant. You look over the one who stood next to you. Black and blue full bodysuit, no mask, and the mohawk of course. It was then you took note of the small black dots that decorated his face. From a distance you could mistake them for moles, or possibly even dirt given his current state. But seeing him up close now you realize they're piercings.

Twin studs under each side of this bottom lip, one on his left eyebrow, and a mix of studs and small cuffs on his ears. A smug smile tugged on his lips.

"Checkin' me out?"

"Kinda. Never paid attention to the piercings before."

His smirk widened. "You like? I got more I could show you."

You blinked at him in confusion before realization settled in. You felt your cheeks flush and fixed him with an incredulous stare. "Uh huh." You roll your eyes.

"Aw, don't believe me?"

Mark leaned down to meet your gaze. His tongue slowly descended from between his teeth, a silver stud on display. Your attention flickered between it and his half lidded eyes. He offered a wink in response before retracting the appendage.

"You- other you was a big fan of that one."

That cleared the growing fog in your mind. You had been wondering about this 'other you'. You didn't want to push the topic but seeing as he's the one who brought it up...

"What was different about me in your universe?" You swallow dryly at his surprised expression. "You said I went to college so I'm assuming I had something of a decent upbringing there? I doubt I was a vigilante."

Mark cleared his throat. "Yeah. Your folks were decent. Supportive. Everything you'd told me about your childhood was pretty standard. The occasional bully at school or a bad break up, sure, but nothing out of the ordinary."

"Which is why-" He let out an airy laugh. "-why it's so funny you're the one who was punk rock. Denim jackets with spikes and patches of bands I'd never heard of, smudged eyeliner, combat boots, the whole nine yards."

He softly trailed a hand down one of your braids. "Never did the hair dye though. Said you hated how fast it'd fade."

You groaned. "That we definitely agree on. Do you have any idea how quickly this turns green?" You lift the other braid for show. "I like green and all but I have a brand to protect here!"

Mark playfully flicked the braid he held in your face. His smile gradually fell. You could see the gears in his head turning, debating something.

"Okay, your turn." He sat beside you.

"Huh?"

"Well I shared some of my world with you, so tell me about your's." He rested an arm lazily atop a propped up knee. "You mentioned... being experimented on. Glossed over a lot of stuff really."

You blinked owlishly at him before sighing and turning your gaze on the newly destroyed city. You could still see pieces of the building he'd just demolished falling apart. You stare into the crumbling streets, eyes unfocused.

"My childhood was... complicated. Long story short my mom was a narcissist and my dad was just a straight up asshole. Growing up around that tends to make you kinda defensive. Aggressive. And that tends to make others not wanna be around you, so no friends either."

You feel his eyes boring holes into you. You do your best to ignore the twisting feeling of being pitied.

"Which means I spent a lot of time by myself. Picked up a lot of hobbies." You pull a grenade from it's holster. You stare down at it, it's scribbled sharp toothed grin greeting you in return. "The one I was best at happened to be taking things apart and putting them back together."

You smile faintly. "It was the first thing that made me feel... useful." You shrug. Your smile quickly fades as you fiddle with the pin. "But then I screwed up. Blew up the house with me and my parents inside."

"Next thing I know I'm waking up in a white room. Bright lights, the smell of alcohol whipes, and pain." You loop a finger into the pin ring. "So much pain."

"Then I saw him. Cecil." You pulled the pin.

Mark flinched. You stared blankly down at the device as it began beeping.

"Couldn't tell what he was saying but he was ordering the doctors around." The beeping quickened. "They stuck an IV in me and started pushing all these chemicals and whatever else. Burned like hell."

The grenade's beeping became erratic. You could see from the corner of your eye Mark was ready to pounce. Before he could you lazily dropped the bomb to the empty streets below. You watched as it exploded midair.

"After a month or two the G.D.A. put me in physical therapy. And after that they found out their little medicinal cocktail had an added benefit. Nothing crazy powerful, just some enhanced reflexes, but still useful all the same."

You leaned back on your hands and tilted your head up, watching the clouds roll by. "I was given an ultimatum. Either I go to high security prison or I work for them." You turned to Mark with a weak smile. "So here I am. On the bastard's payroll."

Mark stared for a moment, silent. You expected as much. These types of conversations always lead to an awkward atmosphere. For others anyway. As far as you were concerned it was to be expected. When bad things happen to you that's par for the course. You've never known any other way.

The feeling of a gloved hand on the back of your neck startles you. You're pulled into Mark's shoulder as he wraps his other arm around your back. You can smell asphalt and a hint of fire.

"I'm sorry."

Your breath hitches.

He's sorry? For what? Terrible things happen to you. That's just how it is. How it's always been. Jinxed.

"I can't change any of that." His grip tightened ever so slightly. "But I can promise that I will never let anyone hurt you again."

A humorless chuckle escapes you. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

Mark stilled. For a moment you think he's stopped breathing entirely. He pulled away in favor of staring into your eyes. His gaze was piercing. Dark and determined.

"I would burn the world- every world to ground before letting anything happen to you." His hand slips from the back of your neck to your cheek. "That's the whole reason I'm here."

You stare wide eyed at the man. It takes time for his statement to sink in, but when it does you're reeling.

Losing 'you'.

Conquering worlds.

It's his atonement.

You feel your eyes swell with tears. You blink desperately to will them away.

The idea that someone could care for you - love you so deeply as to destroy everything that remained was overwhelming. It made you sick in the best of ways.

In that moment it didn't matter that it was a different version of you. It was still you in his eyes. He had lost you and in an attempt to right his perceived failure he was literally going to the ends of the earth to atone. To destroy the world that had hurt you.

You feel warm tears slide down your face. A hiccup erupts from your throat. Mark pulled you back into his embrace, clinging desperately to you. You returned the gesture, sobbing and shaking as he held you ever closer.

You don't know how long you sat there. How long you cried while Mark gently swayed you both. It isn't until the sky starts to shift to orange and pink hues that you've calmed yourself.

Your eyes are red and puffy and there's a damp spot on Mark's shoulder. You can feel your head pounding with the beginning of a headache.

You meet the man's gaze and realize you were wrong earlier. It's not a look of pity.

It's love.

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Two Of A Kind - chapter 2

Mohawk Mark x Jinx! reader

Taglist: @1abi @mexxs-xs

"... y/n?"

You feel like you were just drenched in a bucket of ice water. You held your breath for a moment before it came back out shaky. In and out, faster and faster. You didn't think, you just acted.

You raised your pistol to the alternate Invincible. A soft whir could be heard as the device powered to life.

"How do you know that name?"

The man stared at you. His eyes only glanced at the weapon once before returning to your face. He wasn't the least bit perturbed by the threat. Instead he continued to gape at you, disbelief etched in his features. He raised his hand towards your face again but you quickly stumbled back, your gun remaining fixed on him. Logically you knew the chances of it doing any notable damage to him were slim to none. But you weren't being logical right now.

Your whole body was shaking with rage and a sickly embarrassment. Every fiber of your being was screaming to kill this guy. Even if you knew you couldn't.

"Tell me!" You demand again.

He continues to stare but you can see his eyes searching you. Analyzing. Looking for something. You assume something he couldn't find, given the bitter chuckle that escapes him. He closes his eyes for a minute and when they reopen they feel different. Tired, maybe.

"That's a long story."

"Give me the Cliff Notes."

He sighs, a sullen smile hardly masking a pained expression. "You told it to me." You must have looked as confused as you felt because he was quick to elaborate. "The you in my universe."

His eyes were unfocused, gazing off into the distance. "In my universe we met in college. I was struggling to pick a major so I snuck into a few classes to see if anything caught my attention. Then one day I snuck into Mechanical Engineering. Honestly I didn't understand much of anything." His face softened. "Then I saw you. You were so fascinated by everything. The way you'd light up whenever there was some kind of demonstration was so..."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "Anyway, you were super smart. But whenever math was involved? Forget it. You were immediately checked out." He laughed wryly. "So I figured that'd be my excuse to get to know you. I offered to tutor you and you accepted."

You let the information sink in. Or at least tried to. How were you supposed to react to that? Oh cool, this mass murderer and I were besties in another life. This is very normal.

While you were busy processing this new knowledge the alternate Invincible cautiously approached you. "Wait... What are you called here?"

"Huh?"

"You acted like I stabbed you when I said your name. Did you change it?"

You blinked. With a sigh you finally lowered your pistol. "Jinx. That's what I'm called now." You fixed the man with a deep glare. "So do not call me y/n. She died a long time ago."

He was taken aback by that. His eyes squinted in thought, a mix of confusion and hurt painted his face. "What does that mean?"

"Long story."

He smirked. "Give me the Cliff Notes."

You hated yourself for smiling at that. You shook your head in an attempt to mask it but judging by the man's beaming expression you failed.

"Not anything special. Had a shitty childhood, became a terrorist, almost died, got experimented on, and here I am." You shrugged.

"... Okay, I'm gonna need more than that."

"Too bad. I don't make a habit of spewing my guts to strangers."

"Strangers? So we don't even work together in this world? This place just gets lamer and lamer."

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't even know your name. Hell, before today I didn't know what you looked like without the mask."

He gave a smug look, leaning in closer. "Oh? And do ya like what you see?"

"Pfft! Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy." You rolled your eyes.

"So you think I'm pretty."

"I might be crazy but I ain't blind."

The man stared at you in shock before he turned away. A hand over his mouth disguised what you presumed to be a smile. "Just as blunt."

"What?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing." Turning back, you now had a full view of his lightly flushed cheeks. Cute.

"Mark, by the way."

"... Mark?"

"My name. Use it."

"Alright, Mark," You tested the new name on your tongue. "What exactly are you and your... clones? Associates? Whatever. What are you guys doing here?"

His smile fell for a split second - imperceivable to most - but quickly returned. "We each made a deal with this guy who can open portals. We help him with his revenge and we each get something we want."

You waited for him to continue but he didn't seem too keen on sharing details. Still, you had to ask. "And what do you want?"

Mark hummed. "Originally? New worlds to conquer." You attempted to school your reaction but knew you failed at the sound of his laughter.

"You should see the look on your face!" He cackled.

"How do you expect me to react to that?!"

"Well, in my world you were pretty open to the idea. I mean- Don't get me wrong. You had more... righteous motivations than me but you were still down."

You were prepared to argue but it didn't take long for a revelation to dawn on you. Would you be opposed to world domination? You did want to dismantle the current government and justice system. All the systems had to be reworked, really. And if you were given the opportunity to do so, why wouldn't you?

"Hm... Yeah. That sounds like me actually."

Mark gave a proud grin. "So...?"

"So?"

"Join me."

"Join you? In what? Getting revenge for some guy I don't even know?"

"No, join me in conquering worlds!" He grabbed your free hand with surprising care. Pulling you in closer, he rested your palm against his chest. "Think about it. You hate working for those asshats at the G.D.A. right? And if you're anything like my version of you - which I know you are - you hate how things are run in this world. Just imagine what we could do together."

This wasn't right. You knew it wasn't. The crazed, borderline manic look in his eyes was enough to tell you this was wrong. But it was hard to see it through the hope and desperation that was equally evident. Both in him and you.

You weren't dumb, you knew he was using you as a surrogate for an alternate version of yourself. One you could only assume was long gone. You knew he was projecting a memory of someone else onto you. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to fault him for it. His honeyed words held truth to them. You did hate this world. You always had. And the promise of being able to reshape it in your own ideals? Who wouldn't be tempted.

Several emotions were whirling inside you. Elation at the thought of achieving your life's goal. Resentment that someone knew you so intimately despite having just met. Fear that once he realized you weren't the same person he knew he'd abandon you. Disgust in yourself for even caring.

You closed your eyes and breathed. You felt the thump of Mark's heart against your palm. The gentle yet firm grip he kept on your hand. Steeling your nerves, you opened your eyes.

"You know I'm not her. I'm not... y/n."

The excitement in his eyes dulled. His fervor dissipated like smoke. Solemnly, he nodded. "I know." He rested his forehead against yours.

"Everything you remember about her, everything she knew about you... Those memories aren't mine."

"... I know."

A soft breeze blew past you. It was calming in a melancholic sort of way. Mark's eyes were closed. Those dark circles beneath them somehow appeared deeper now. He was grieving all over again.

"I never went to college. Can't even begin to imagine a life where I could. I'm probably not as smart as she was. Or nice. I'm probably a worse person through and through." You holstered the gun you'd been holding up until now. You raised your newly free hand to cup Mark's face. "Knowing all that. Would you still want to know me?"

He opened his eyes. Dark and swirling with just as many conflicting feelings as your own. Mark stood there, silent, for a long while. You didn't rush him either. Eventually he mimicked your gesture and brought his hand up to your cheek.

"Always."

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Two Of A Kind - chapter 1

Mohawk Mark x Jinx! reader

You don't know where it all went wrong.

Maybe when you got your powers? You didn't get them in the traditional sense. You were an... experiment. An enemy turned human guinea pig turned ally. One of many as you came to learn. An old bastard named Cecil had you poked and prodded after some supers took you down. You should have died then. You wish you had.

No, things definitely went wrong before that.

Maybe when you were legally declared a terrorist. You blow up ONE government building and suddenly you're labeled for life. Hell, you never even considered yourself a terrorist. You just wanted some justice for once. Sure every country has it's problems but America as of late has been on a steady march towards fascism. People can only be pushed so far, eventually you got sick of it.

Thinking about it now, you don't actually think there is one event where everything went wrong. Your life was wrong from the very beginning.

Your parents were hardly ever around, and when they were? It was just to scream at you. And that's when they acknowledged you at all. Was it any surprise you killed them? Granted it wasn't your goal but you wouldn't shed tears over it either. A happy accident.

You were cursed, like many, to a tragic life.

You were jinxed.

You were different from the other "heroes". You weren't donned in brightly colored spandex and paraded in front of cameras. Most of the public thought you were behind bars, others presumed you dead. Cecil realized he couldn't just slap a coat of new paint on you after all the damage you'd done. So instead you were sent out on rare occasions as a reinforcement.

Occasions like right now.

The entire world was being attacked by super powered individuals resembling Invincible.

You never met the guy personally but you'd eavesdropped enough around the G.D.A. to hear a few things. Omniman's son, has flight and super strength, bleeding heart. Sounded like a pain in the ass. You weren't looking forward to this.

Honestly what did Cecil even expect you to do? Sure you had enhanced reflexes but that hardly counts for anything when the guy can match pace with a bullet train! You just hoped your weapons were strong enough to do some kind of damage. They were designed specifically with supers in mind but you never had the opportunity to test them. Until now that is.

You were currently in New York City. On any other day you'd be gawking at the sights, maybe scoping out the best vantage points. But today you were watching it collapse.

You followed a blurry streak of blue and black as it slammed through another building.

"Seriously? This guy can cut through skyscrapers like they're butter! The fuck do you want me to do?" Your voice muffled past the filter of your gas mask.

"Just try to mitigate damage. Disarm or distract, I don't care which." Cecil sounded from your earpiece.

"Oh sure. I'll just strike up a conversation with the guy. Invite him to brunch! We can braid each other's hair while we sip mimosas!"

"I'm more of a bloody mary guy actually."

You froze. Slowly your gaze lifted to the air above you. There the assailant floated, a threatening grin on his vaguely familiar features.

Well shit.

You blinked owlishly. "... Nice hair."

"Not so bad yourself. But looks like you started the braiding without me."

Okay. This was okay. Just keep him talking.

"Hah... yeah." You cleared your throat. "So, a mohawk, huh? Not everyone appreciates the style."

"Ugh, I know right?! No taste."

He drifted further down so he levitated just above the ground. "What's up with the mask? I mean don't tell me it's a secret identity thing. How many people have twenty feet of blue hair?"

"Nah." You pulled out a grenade. "It's for these babies."

A low whistle sounded from the man. "Tear gas?"

"Extra strength tear gas. Works on supers."

The air shifted. A dark glint flashed in his eyes. "Think you can pull the pin before I take you out?"

"Nope." You casually slipped the grenade back into it's holster. "I doubt I could beat you in a fight."

His grin widened. "Not even gonna try?"

"Eh. If I die I die." You shrug. "At least I won't have to work for that asshole anymore."

"Who? Cecil?"

You quirked a brow. "You know Cecil?"

"Oh shit." He chuckled. "They didn't tell you anything did they?"

You felt a pit forming in your stomach. "About you? They said people resembling Invincible were running- uh, flying all over the world. Killing people, destroying buildings, the whole shebang."

He hummed. "Technically not wrong. But, hate to break it to ya, we don't just look like Invincible. We are Invincible. Different dimensions, different versions, but same guy."

What.

Your hand shot up to your ear. "Cecil, you dick! You didn't say they were Invincible from alternate universes! I thought they were just rando cosplayers. You sent me to my death, you bitch!"

You were met with radio silence.

"If I live I'm coming for your ass." You growled.

The man - alternate Invincible - stared blankly at you as you yelled aimlessly into the communicator. He watched as you heaved out a long sigh before turning your attention back to him.

"Sorry about that."

He blinked a few times before a string of laughter burst from his mouth. "Hah! You really don't like Cecil."

"Does anyone?"

He tapped his chin in mock thought. "Hm. Can't say I know any."

You both shared a moment of laughter before falling into a comfortable silence. You breathed out another sigh. With a click you pulled the gas mask from your face, the cool air drying your sweat. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. Dropping the mask, you open your arms wide and welcoming.

"Okay. Do what you gotta do. I'm ready."

"..."

You peaked open an eye. The man now stood on solid ground, which did little to shorten the gap in height. You craned your neck to see his face. Wide, dark eyes stared down at you. You took note of the heavy bags under them. The arrogant smirk he once wore was now replaced by a slack jaw.

You lowered your arms. "Dude? You good?"

He raised a hand but stopped just short of your face. You watched his fingers twitch ever so slightly before meeting your cheek. The tender embrace made you flinch. Was he lulling you into a false sense of safety? You searched his face for answers but found none. You were only met with a look of shock and strange horror. Then he finally spoke.

"... y/n?"

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I love spending hours making a gifset just for tumblr to randomly flag it as inappropriate (:

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Jinx's playlist

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It's looking like Mohawk Mark is gonna win the other poll so next question is:

Is Jinx! reader originally from the main universe (Jinx here and Powder in Mohawk's universe) or is she from Mohawk Mark's universe (Jinx there and Powder in the main universe)

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Hello invincifuckers

I want to start writing for some Mark variants x Jinx (arcane) inspired reader

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Guess who's baaaaaack!

Short life update: quit my job to work from home so now I'll be having some more free time AND have new writing inspo

That being said the Jason Todd series is - as previously stated - discontinued. BUT! I'm not adverse to still writing Jason x Jinx! reader one shots/headcanons

My current writing inspo however is Invincible - specifically the Mark variants since I feel them interacting with Jinx reader would be very interesting

I will be making two separate poll posts for this to determine 1. Which variant people would be more interested to see, and 2. Whether reader should be from the main universe or the variant's

I hope you guys will enjoy my future works! Thanks for reading!

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Sorry to disappoint you guys but the jason todd series might be discontinued

I started this blog when I was off my meds and manic and now I'm back on them and busy in general so don't have the time/energy for writing

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 11

Try

Red Hood found you that night, hudled in the corner, makeup smeared down your cheeks and hair in clumps on the floor. He walked you back to your temporary bed and tucked you in. Not a word spoken.

You could tell from the frown on his still masked face that he wanted to say something. Wanted to ask why. But he never did. You were grateful for that.

The next day you woke up feeling lighter. Both physically and mentally. Without the weight of your hair - and the memories it held - you were free. Free to be whoever you want. For the first time in your life no expectations. No assumptions. Just you.

Of course you knew that was only to you and the former Robin. Everyone else would still recognize you as Jinx. The clown princess of Gotham.

But it didn't bother you. Knowing you weren't the same was enough for now.

Red Hood had fitted you with a small arsenal. Dual pistols strapped to your hips, knives hidden in your boots and gloves, and of course your own grenades hidden throughout your person. He claimed you'd be a huge target now that you 'defected' from Joker. Being a part of his family did always come with perks, makes sense those perks would become hindrances later. You sighed.

"You good?"

"Yeah. Just thinking."

"Mm."

You sat inside Red Hood's makeshift armory. Guns and ammo were sprawled from wall to wall, floor to ceiling. You wondered where he got all these. If maybe he was secretly rich. Then you look around at the building you currently reside and brush the idea aside.

"You're really gonna kill him... right?"

"That's the plan."

You hum in acknowledgement. You pulled your knees to your chin. Your fingers twirled along the back of your freshly cut hair, occasionally overextending. Attempting to run through length that was no longer there.

"Don't miss, Red."

"I won't." He spoke in a stern tone.

You slouched. "Red..."

"What?"

"What's your name? Your actual name?"

"..."

You looked up to see a conflicted expression on the man's face. He opened his mouth then closed it. Then opened it again before sighing.

"... y/n."

"Huh?"

"That's who I used to be. Before Jinx."

"... Jason."

"Jason?"

"Mhm."

"Hm... nah."

"What do you mean 'nah'?"

"You don't feel like a Jason. Think I'll stick with Red."

The man chuckled. "Then I'll stick with Jinx."

"Sounds good to me!"

You both fell into a comfortable silence, faint smiles etched on your lips. This was nice. Strange, but nice.

The more time you spent with 'Jason' the more human you felt. The more normal you felt. As if you weren't two killers plotting another murder. You were just friends. Talking, relaxing in each other's presence. People, living their lives.

Your eyes traced the details of the room. You took note of creaking floorboards. The smell of gun oil. The shine of his red helmet. You wished briefly you could stay in this moment a bit longer. Box it and keep it on a shelf to revisit later.

But that's not how time works.

"Okay. It's time." The man pulled the helmet over his head.

"Time to..."

"Yes."

"... Be careful."

He nodded silently. He turned to leave but before he could you grabbed his shoulder.

"Red, come back when you're done."

"... I can't promise that."

"Then promise you'll try."

"I... promise I'll try."

You smiled up at him, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting go. He nodded again, exiting the safe house. You felt a pit forming in your stomach.

He had to come back. He promised to try.

He had to.

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 10

Green

You tossed and turned all night. The cot you slept on creaked with every move. You breathed out a sigh.

"Can't sleep, huh?"

You sat up, meeting the masked eyes of Red Hood. Even at night he had his guard up. His hair was tussled from what you assumed were his own failed attempts at sleep.

"No. You?"

"No."

You both sat in silence for a moment longer before he cleared his throat. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"So, did your hair get... longer?"

You snorted at the cringe on his face. He couldn't make small talk to save his life.

"Yeah. It tends to do that."

You stood up from the cot, bare feet creaking against the wooden floorboards. You shivered from the chill but did your best to ignore it.

You had officially run away. Or, did it really count as running away if you were an adult? It certainly felt like it.

You currently reside in Red Hood's safe house. A rickety old place on the outskirts of Gotham. He apologized for the living accommodations, stating he never stayed in one place for too long. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel homesick for your own bed. But right now anything was better than going home. Than seeing Joker.

Red Hood assured you he'd kill Joker on his own. You didn't have to be involved whatsoever. Part of you was grateful for that. Another part still felt protective. The urge to defend your paternal figure reared it's ugly head. Like you said, you were nothing if not loyal.

You thought back to the first bomb you'd built for Joker. It was a nail bomb. He found your natural affinity for destruction euphoric. A mini him. You never felt entirely right about that. You were you, no one else. But if that's what it took to be loved than you'd grin and bear it.

But now, without him, who were you? What were you without Joker? Everything about you was molded in his image. Your very visage was Joker.

"Hey, you okay?"

You were brought back to reality. Right, you were with Red Hood now.

"Yeah. I'm fine... Where's the bathroom?"

He pointed down the hall. "To the left."

You stared yourself down in the mirror.

Your eyes were rimmed with dark circles. Your hair loose and tangled. Green. Always green. You used to take pride in that. Before the chemical baptism, you even dyed it regularly.

You pulled out your pocket knife with your right hand and grabbed a fistful of hair with your left.

You were sick of green.

With a jagged slice a chunk of hair went limp in your grasp. You stared down at the now loose strands before dropping them. You picked up another section and repeated the action. Over and over and over again. Until you were left with a pile of hair at your feet, what was still attached now hung above your shoulders.

You wouldn't let him dictate who you were anymore.

You aren't Joker.

You ran a hand through your freshly cut hair. It was lopsided and sloppy. But it was still you.

You are you.

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 9

It'll Be Okay

You'd warned Joker of Red Hood's threat. You'd also mentioned his dual identity as the previous Robin. That had caught his attention more than the death threat.

He had spiraled into one of his laughing fits. You had no idea what amused him so much. Maybe he was just plotting to mess with the Bat? Or maybe it was the irony of the Boy Wonder becoming a trigger happy gang leader. You could see the humor in that.

You'd asked what Joker planned to do. He simply said 'wait'. He intended to wait for Red Hood to make good on his threat and come for him. He said Batman would get involved and they'd eventually fight amongst themselves. The idea of Batman fighting Robin elicited another round of cackles from the man.

You didn't know how to feel about all this.

On one hand Joker was confident he'd be fine. And he always was. You felt relief at the reassurance. On the other, Red Hood was a skilled fighter. Far more than Joker. If the Bat didn't intervene this wouldn't end well for him. You felt concerned.

You wanted to be mad. To be angry with the man you once called your rival. But you couldn't. You couldn't bring yourself to hold a grudge with the only other person to offer you a new life. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't tempted.

The goody two shoes you once knew was long gone, now in his place stood a morally grey vigilante. Someone who wanted to clean up Gotham. Who was willing to kill to do so.

He had captured your interest all over again.

But you couldn't just leave Joker. This was your life. Everything you knew. You didn't want to lose that. Not again.

"So... what are you gonna do? When Red Hood confronts you?"

"Well I can't just spoil the surprise, now can I?"

"True."

You chewed your tongue anxiously. "And why exactly does Red Hood want you dead?"

"The same reason they all do." Joker grinned. "They can't take a joke."

You had long since grown accustomed to Joker's answers. Or rather, lack there of. Usually you didn't mind this habit of his, but now? You wanted an answer. A real one.

"He seems pretty hell bent on it though. Musta been a pretty big joke."

"... Jinx, my dear. You're not fishing for something, now, are you?"

You let out an exaggerated gasp. "Moi?! Fishing? Perish the thought."

"Good. Because some things are better left buried. For one's own sanity... or what's left of it- Haha!"

You forced a smile. You wouldn't be getting anything out of him. Red Hood however...

"Knew I'd find you here."

The red helmet turned in your direction. Red Hood sat at the edge of a rooftop. The very same one he'd taught you how to fight on.

"Come to test how strong the kevlar is?"

"... I'm sorry about that."

"Right."

"..."

"So, why are you here?"

"Was looking for you."

"Congratulations. You found me."

"I..." You cautiously approached the man. "I need to ask you something."

"..."

You sat down beside him, knees pulled to your chest. "Why do you wanna kill Joker?"

"He's a manipulative, destructive, evil psychopath that doesn't deserve to see the light of day."

"... Okay, that's fair. But I meant, like, you specifically?"

"Like I said, it's a long story."

You scooted closer, eyes never leaving the whites of his mask. He stared back, unmoving. A huff came from the vigilante.

"You really wanna know?"

You nodded silently.

"He killed me."

You blinked once. Then twice. You opened your mouth to speak but no words would form. How does one respond to that?

"I know how it sounds, but it's true."

"Then how are you..."

"Alive?"

"Yeah, that."

"You ever hear of Ra's al Ghul?"

You squinted in thought, your mouth flattened into a line. You shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. Point is he has this thing called the Lazarus pit. It can heal anything. Even the dead apparently." Red Hood cleared his throat. "Took me a long time to actually come back though. Took years for my mind to catch up with my body."

A light bulb went off. "All that time you were gone-!"

"Yup."

"Oh my god... you were really dead."

"Yup again."

"And you're sure Joker... I mean you're sure he-"

"He looked me in the eye as he beat me over and over again with a god damn crowbar. That sure enough for you?!"

You leaned back, arms raising in defense.

Joker killed him. When he was just a kid too. And he never even mentioned it.

Your mind wandered to all the times he'd been gone for extended periods of time. Had he been torturing Red Hood during one of his 'out of town' trips? He knew how much you'd missed Robin back then. And he said nothing. Not a word. He knew this whole time and acted like he was none the wiser! He tricked you! Lied to you!

You sink your nails into the palm of your hand, and your teeth into your bottom lip. You were furious. Beyond livid. Your blood felt hot under your skin.

You stood up abruptly. "I have to go."

"Jinx, no-"

"He lied! He knew what happened to you and didn't say a damn thing!"

"You can't just go and fight him blindly. You need a plan."

"My plan is to ask him why."

"There is no 'why', he's just like that. He has no remorse. Even for you."

That stung. More than you thought it would given the current circumstances. You swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your rage induced tears back. The attempt was in vain, a hiccup escaping you. You sat back down next to Red Hood, hugging yourself.

"Why does this always happen. Why can't people ever just care about me? Why am I such a jinx?!"

Your yells were met with silence. You sobbed into your knees. The air was cool, autumn transitioning to winter. You felt something warm on your right shoulder. You looked up to see a gloved hand. Red Hood stared down at you, expression unreadable. He pulled you towards him, his arm now slung around your shoulders.

"It'll be okay."

Your tears spilled once more. You leaned into his side as you cried to your heart's content. In that moment you felt safe. More so then you ever have.

You felt at home.

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 8

Come Back

"... Robin?"

The whites of the man's domino mask widened. You jumped down from the billboard, landing in front of him.

"Not anymore."

You acted without thinking. Dropping the helmet, you flung your arms around the vigilante's shoulders. You bounced happily, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"Haha! It is you!" A giggle bubbled up from your throat. "Where have you been?! What ya been up to? And... do you seriously wear two masks?"

The man gently pushed you back by your shoulders. He had a mix of anger and guilt on his face. His expression twisted as if he were mulling something over.

"It's... a long story."

"Well that's not vague."

"Don't worry about it. What matters now is you need to get out."

"Get out?"

"Leave Joker."

"Oh, this again."

"I'm serious." He breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm going to kill him."

Kill him? Right, as if he could. You shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to argue only for the man to interrupt you.

"Don't be naive. You've seen what I can do, and the clown isn't untouchable."

He was serious.

Robin- No, Red Hood was going to kill Joker.

You pulled your gun out, aim locked on the vigilante. He quickly raised his hands. "Jinx-"

"No. You're not gonna kill him, I won't let you."

"I don't need your permission." He pushed the pistol away. "Please, don't get in my way. Don't die for him."

"I'm only alive because of him. I am who I am because of him."

"You don't have to be." Red Hood extended a gloved hand to you. "Join me. Put your talents to good use."

"What?"

"Think of what you could accomplish if you wanted. You completely erased thousands of peoples' debt with a single bomb."

"That was an accident."

"Even better! Imagine what you could do if you actually tried."

"I... I don't-"

"Please. Don't waste your life protecting someone who'd never do the same for you."

"Shut up!" You brought the gun back up to face him. "You don't know what you're talking about. You weren't there. He took me in when no one would!"

"You don't need him."

"I said shut up!"

"Either help me or get out of my way."

You fired the gun.

Red Hood stumbled back, clutching his shoulder. A growl came from him with a glare to match. He breathed heavily, most likely trying to mask the pain.

You hadn't meant to shoot him. Really you didn't. But everything was happening so fast and you had no time to process any of it. You just wanted him to stop talking.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"You're lucky the suit's still bulletproof."

"I didn't mean to." You felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"It's fine. You gave your answer." The man rolled something in his fingers. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

In a puff of smoke he was gone.

"Robin? Red Hood?"

Your breath quickened. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Everything was falling apart.

You screamed into the empty night sky. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You could feel a migraine coming on already.

"Come back."

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 7

Mask

Your new friend has been busy.

The streets whispered tales of the Red Hood nowadays. How relentless he was. How merciless. How troublesome.

You loved it.

It's been so long since someone stirred things up. You grew weary of the usual suspects. When you live in Gotham - and are raised by Joker - you've seen everything. And when you've seen everything you grow bored quite easily. It was a delight to have a new party to help combat this boredom.

Red Hood was fundamentally different than you. You didn't have much to speak of when it came to morals, you just do whatever you please, whenever you please. He on the other hand was ruled by his morals. Driven by them. He overtook the drug rings just to stop them from selling to kids, sure he got money out of it but if that was the goal he wouldn't care who bought the product. Despite this, he aims to kill. No remorse or regret.

He fascinated you.

Today had been a lazy day. Slept in late, out all night. No business to speak of, simply tagging several billboards with spray paint. Graffiti relaxed you.

You shivered at the brisk breeze in the air. The temperature had been dropping recently, winter approaching. Soon you'd have to bundle up. You grimaced at the idea of having to cover up your fashion.

You stepped back to look at the finished piece you'd just graffitied. Blotches of blue and pink painted the Bat himself, his cowl forming two sharp devil horns. And of course a jagged frown to match.

"We're going for impressionist I see."

You whipped around, gun in hand, to see a familiar shade of red.

The man raised his hands. "Easy. I come in peace."

"Since when?"

"Since I need to talk to you."

You eyed him warily. You could just shoot him. His helmet is probably bulletproof, same as his armor. You holstered your pistol.

"Talk."

"You need to leave Joker."

"... Pfft-! Ha! That's a good one."

"I'm serious."

"I know, that's what makes it funny."

"Listen, I know you're loyal to him. But things are about to get very ugly very quickly. Consider this a courtesy call."

"Thanks but I'm a big girl. Nothin' I can't handle."

"You always did overestimate yourself."

There it was again. Familiarity. He acted as if he knew you.

"Alright, you want me to trust you? Start being honest." You took a step closer to him. "Who are you?"

"What?"

"You act like we've met before, but I think I'd remember a six foot something, built like a brick shithouse man in red. So spill it, who are you?"

"You do get the point of a secret identity, right?"

"Ugh! You're such a pain in the ass."

"Said the pot to the kettle."

You give up. This guy is a major headache. You haven't had this much snarky banter since...

No.

You eyed the man suspiciously. "... Take off the mask."

"You're seriously that desperate?"

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You flexed your hand over your gun.

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Don't make me."

You jammed the pistol into Red Hood's stomach. Unfortunately armor plus muscle equals immunity. You both struggled for the gun, you could tell he was clearly holding back. He really didn't want to fight.

You both wrestled for a while, no actual malice present. No, this fight was more... desperate. You who needed to see his face, and him, needing to hide it.

All it took was one wrong move. One miscalculation. Red Hood hadn't been paying attention to his footing, too preoccupied with keeping you at arm's length. Before he knew it his heel slipped from the billboard walkway. You grabbed him.

By the helmet.

His dead weight combined with your pulling resulted in him landing harshly below you. His feet hit the ground with an echoed slam. There in your hands was the infamous Red Hood. Hollow and silent.

You gazed over the edge. There stood the man, black hair whipping violently in the cold wind. A streak of white stood out in the darkness. He stared up at you, a snarl on his lips.

You knew that face.

"... Robin?"

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 6

Rough Housing

A lot has changed over the years.

Joker had kicked Harley out. She tried to defeat Batman. She would have succeeded too. Joker didn't like that.

You missed her.

You still saw her from time to time. You'd get drinks together now that you're old enough. Odd she enforced such a rule when she didn't bat an eye at breaking any other laws.

It was strange going home with her not there.

You were mad at Joker for a while after that.

But he's still your dad. You did eventually forgive him. Even though it didn't feel right.

You and Joker's legacy continued to grow. The Clown Prince and his little Princess. You certainly let it go to your head. It was kind of hard not to.

When everyone fears you it's hard not to take advantage of that. You could have virtually anything you wanted. Money? It's your's. Just please put down the gun. Information? Anything. Just don't call Joker. Hell, you even had connections at Arkham now. You never spent more then a single night in there.

Life was good.

There were rumors going around recently about a new vigilante. This one, however, was less than moral. He left a trail of death in his wake. He'd taken over the drug rings previously belonging to Black Mask. Not an easy task. This guy had to be strong to pull that off. Or crazy.

You smiled at the thought. It'd be nice to break in a new toy. But alas, your paths have yet to cross. You didn't even know his name.

"Jinx!"

"That's me!"

"I have a favor to ask."

"Oh?"

"I have a shipment coming in and I need you to make sure the numb skulls don't flub it. Think you can do that, my dear?"

"Easy peasy."

Or at least it should have been.

The good news is you know that new guy's name now! Red Hood. Bad news? He was attacking your men. You were transporting run of the mill weapons. You thought this guy was all about drugs? It made no sense.

"You work for Joker, right?"

You peaked over the side of a crate you'd been using for cover. He had an AK-47 pointed at one of your unnarmed henchmen.

"Y-Yes!"

"You're going to tell me where he's hiding."

"I don't know!"

"Five seconds."

"Do you know what he'll do to me if I talk?!"

"Do you know what I'll do to you if you don't?"

Oh this guy was a tough cookie. You liked it.

"Do you know what I'll do to you regardless?"

You stepped out, pistol raised at the assailant. He didn't budge. You couldn't read him with that helmet on, but if posture meant anything he seemed unphased.

"Jinx!"

"You."

"Me."

With a swift hit to the back of the head you knocked the henchman unconscious.

"Whoops! There goes your source."

The man pointed his gun at you. "You do realize you're also a source? A better one at that?"

"Oh, please. Have you met me? I may be a chatter box but there ain't nothin' I have to say. Threaten all ya want."

"Do you ever take anything seriously? I have a loaded gun pointed at you."

"As do I." You waved your fingers around the grip of your pistol. "And as if this is the first gun I've had waved in my face. You're not exactly special, pal."

Red Hood sighed. "You're not gonna talk, are you?"

"Talk? Sure! Tell you what you wanna hear? No."

"You haven't changed a bit."

You cocked an eyebrow. Changed? Have you met this guy before? Obviously he was someone Joker knew if he wanted to see him so bad. You'd have to dig into this later.

The masked man jabbed the butt of his gun at you. You ducked, raising your own up to his chin. Which he then kicked out of your grasp. He grabbed you by one of your long braids, yanking you back up to your feet.

"You should seriously cut this."

You flung the second braid over his shoulder before pulling it taught. He gasped at the sudden lack of oxygen.

"But it's so useful!"

Red Hood threw his head back, slamming into your face with a headbutt. That mask of his packed a punch. You struggled to stay upright, the world around you blurring in a dizzy smear of color.

He grabbed you by the face, staring at you. Before he could speak you bit into his hand.

"Son of a- are you fucking serious?!"

"Deadly."

"This is getting nowhere."

The man decked you in the face. You fell to the ground with a loud thud. He clambered on top of you, fist raised and ready for another punch. Your nose was bleeding, you could feel it running down your chin. You stared up at him in shock. But he didn't move. Just stared down at you. Again, unreadable with the helmet on.

In an instant smoke enveloped you. This guy had tricks too it seems. By the time it cleared you were left alone on the ground, the henchmen around you either dead or unconscious. You breathed out slowly.

"Joker's not gonna like this."

You scanned the nearby buildings in hopes of catching sight of the vigilante. Only to be met with disappointment.

Red Hood.

You finally found a new playmate.

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 5

Your Robin

"Batman and Jinx."

"Jinx and Batman."

"We'll work on it."

That was the last time you'd seen Robin. It's been roughly two years since then. It was a mystery amongst vigilantes and villains alike. One day Batman has his sidekick, the next they both go missing for months. When the Bat did resurface it was alone. Until now.

Your heart soared seeing the familiar color palette of the Bird. Only for it to sink when you came face to face with a stranger. Mask or no it didn't take a genius to notice the obvious differences in boys. This one was much smaller. Shorter, thinner, and relied more on redirecting than raw strength. Your Robin was tall, built, and liked to punch his problems.

Though props to the Bat, they appeared to be roughly the same age. Or rather what age your Robin should be, assuming he isn't dead. You frowned at the thought. No. He wasn't allowed to die. He has to become the new Batman like you planned.

This Robin wasn't as fun to banter with either. He lacked the dry sarcasm you were accustomed to. This one was too bright eyed.

You sat next to a gargoyle, overlooking the city. You sighed. "Where are you, Boy Wonder?"

"Aw, you missed me?"

"Not you, replacement." You didn't have to turn around to know he felt insulted by the term.

You weren't sure of the particulars when it came to Batman and his sidekicks but you were nothing if not loyal.

"You gonna come quietly or do we have to do this the hard way?"

From the corner of your eye you saw the boy brandish a bo staff. Another reason to dislike him. This one didn't even get his hands dirty.

"Please. As if you could catch me."

You'd taken Robin's - your Robin - words to heart. You'd been practicing your hand to hand combat these past few years. More importantly, you've been honing your skills.

You clicked the button of your remote trigger. Several colorful smoke bombs bursted to life around you. By the time Robin cleared the smoke from his vision you were gone. You had no reason to linger here. He's no fun.

You sat, tinkering away, at your workbench. Bomb after bomb, always decorated in colorful scribbles. This one resembles a bird. Didn't take a psychologist to figure out you'd grown attached to the masked boy. Didn't stop her from pointing it out though.

"You still mopin' around in here?"

Harley skipped into your room, bells jingling. She came to a quiet stop at your desk. You looked up with a sullen face.

"Come on, little J. Don't gimme those puppy dog eyes." She sat down next to you. "I know you miss your playmate but you'll find someone new to explode in no time!"

"But he's my rival. The Batman to my Joker."

"I hate seein' you so down... Tell ya what, why don't we have a girls night? Just you and me." Her grin grew wider. "We can hit the town! Try out those new glitter bombs you been workin' on?"

You gave a melancholic smile.

"That's the spirit!"

You spent that night covered in stolen jewelry and sparkles. One of your most fond memories. Harley had a more understanding side to her than Joker. A gentler one. You admired her for that.

You eventually did move on from your Robin blues. Of course you still miss him, but you knew it was out of your control. You still didn't take to the new Boy Wonder. Batman himself grew on you however. You talked, he pretended to ignore you, but given he always answered your questions of lesser importance you knew he was listening.

You'd also become better acquainted with your fellow villains. You especially like Selina - Catwoman - she always gave the shiniest gifts. Bane was cool too. For someone so roided up he made for a decent conversationalist.

Riddler could drop dead.

Man thinks he's funny. He's not.

You'd also made a name for yourself. People knew that with the name Jinx came explosions and spray paint. Legally you were labeled a terrorist. You blow up one banking building and accidentally erase thousands of credit card debts and SUDDENLY you're an activist. Not your goal but a happy coincidence nevertheless.

Joker was certainly pleased. You were a harbinger of destruction and chaos after all. You and your dysfunctional, mad family were on top of the world.

But even still, between everything at home being good (or at least what you're used to) and being one of the most notorious figures in Gotham you still felt something was missing. You knew what it was. Who it was. The only friend you'd ever had. You missed Robin. Your Robin.

Little did you know far from where you sat in Gotham, half way across the world, a certain boy laid in a vat of green waters. Ready to be reborn.

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Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 4

Different

The next time you saw Robin was while you, Joker, and Harley were robbing Gotham City Bank.

These were your least favorite kinds of missions. Banks had a certain time limit for their silent alarms, which means limited fanfare. Limited fun. Boring. Thank god the Bat showed up, otherwise today would've been a total snooze fest.

You fiddled with a grenade in the back seat of Joker's convertible. He swerved through the streets haphazardly, Harley shooting behind you at the batmobile. You glanced back but couldn't catch a glimpse of bat nor bird through the tinted windshield. You tossed the grenade over your shoulder. The blast sounded behind you, but the armored vehicle never let up it's relentless pursuit.

A grappling hook shot out from the front of the batmobile. It pierced a tire, Joker's car skidding to an abrupt stop. Once the ground stopped moving you readied yourself to sprint. Before you could however a hand grabbed you by the shoulder. You swung your elbow back with force. The assailant dodged, spinning you around in the process.

Robin.

"Hey, Boy Wonder! Fancy meeting you here."

"In a car chase? Pretty standard for you."

The boy froze. You could feel his eyes scanning you head to toe.

"You look... different."

You picked up one of your braids with a twirl. "All natural now, baby!"

"W- How?"

"Took a nice, long chemical bath."

"What? Why did- did Joker-"

"Relax, baby bird. It's family tradition."

"Some family." He grumbled.

Now that struck a nerve.

"At least my family doesn't make me dress up like a weak, little bird."

"Better than actually being weak and little."

You swung a fist. Similar to before, he blocked it. Unlike before, he didn't block the butt of your gun. Robin stumbled backwards with a newly split eyebrow.

"Seriously?!"

"Deadly."

He swept your legs, which you narrowly avoided with a quick jump. In one fell swoop you kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground with a grunt. He recovered in time to kick you up and over himself. You rolled to a stop, rising to your feet, fists up and ready for a fight. In the blink of an eye Robin matched your posture.

A punch flew past your head, you weaved out of the way before the second could land. "You shouldn't have taught me how to fight."

The boy smirked. "Didn't teach you everything."

Suddenly your world was turned upside down. Literally. Before you could even process what had happened you were handcuffed and slung over the boy's shoulder.

"Wha-"

"And back to the batmobile we go."

"Put me down!"

"I will. In a restrained chair."

"You dick!"

"Jason actually."

"... Huh?"

"Nothing. Inside joke."

Robin stared at you in silence. Batman was still attempting to track down Joker's route, which left you two sitting silently in the batmobile.

"... You look sick."

"Really? That's your opening line after ten minutes of nothing? You really know how to charm a girl."

"I'm serious. Your skin is pale. And your hair is... well..."

"Green?"

"Yeah."

"It was like that when we met!"

"You know what I mean! You used to be you and now you're just... Joker Jr."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Probably 'cause it is."

"To you maybe."

"Why... How can you be loyal to someone so evil?"

"How can you be loyal to someone so cold?"

He opened his mouth only to close it. "It's a long story."

"Ditto."

Another wave of silence overtook you two. You watched the boy adjust his gloves almost anxiously.

"You think one day we'll be them?"

"Who?"

"Joker and Batman. You think when they're old and retired we'll be the next them?"

"Never thought about it... I hope not."

"How come?"

"I want a rival that can actually rival me."

"Fuck off."

"I mean it. You keep learning to fight - and not just from me - then maybe I'll let you be my Joker."

"Your Jinx."

"My Jinx."

"And you learn how to have some fun and maybe I'll let you be my Batman."

"Isn't your idea of fun blowing up buildings?"

"Yup!"

"Well that's not gonna happen."

"Such a party pooper. You already are Batman."

The boy smiled at this.

"Batman and Jinx."

"Jinx and Batman."

"We'll work on it."