"Hey, Tim I'm... home." I said to... no one as I walked into me and Tim's apartment. I saw a note on the table. "Out with Kate, Barbara and Luke. Firefly. I love you." It said. I sighed before walking into my room and turning on the light.

"Hi." I nearly shit myself when I turned on the light.

"Cass! How long have you been here and why were you sitting in here with the lights off!?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"Where were you?"

"Oh, uh I went to the concert with (Y,N)."

"Bad man?"

"Yes, 'Bad Man'." I said.

"Why?"

"Because you didn't wanna go and Tim's busy... a lot. It was a lot of fun though. You totally should've went. (Y,N) was a real blast. He's actually a really cool guy."

. . .

I sat in my car in front of the secret entrance to the headquarters before someone was banging on the window. I looked over at (Y,N) who had gotten ready for the show. He was in all black still, with a shirt with Pac-Man on it with red eyes saying "HEY You Bitches! I'm High On Crack!", Black Jeans, a Black jean jacket, and a black and white scarf. He also shaved his five o'clock shadow. I unlocked the door and he jumped in.

"WOOOO! Foxtrot! Uniform! Charlie! Kilo!" He said closing the door and practically shaking.

"You clean up nicely." I said.

"I don't clean up I just have varying levels of sleaze ball." He told me. "So we gonna stop and get a couple drinks or what?"

"Uh, One, I'm underaged and so are you. Two, I thought you said you weren't gonna drink for a week?"

"That was before I knew I was gonna go to a Bloodhound Gang Show. But I forgot I was hanging out with a lame Bat Family member."

"Excuse me? I'm lame? I'll have you know I'm the second most irresponsible member of the Bat Family."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." (Y,N) said crossing his arms. I glared at him before smirking.

"Is your seatbelt on?"

"Uh, wh-"

"No? Good." I said before stomping on the gas pedal and quickly driving through the streets. I looked over and saw (Y,N) quickly trying to do his seatbelt before I made a sudden stop and he went face first into the dashboard. I immediately gasped despite in hindsight, the outcome being obvious.

"Ow! Bitch!" He said with a hand on his forehead.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"What are you talking about? That was awesome! Ow!" He said.

"You're kinda psycho, aren't you?"

"Two of my best friends are clowns obsessed- or formerly obsessed with The Joker. You tell me." He said. He visibly shivered when he said Joker. I started to drive to the show. "But you gotta admit that was fun! I definitely didn't peg you as the type of chick who could let loose like that, let alone be a fan of The Bloodhound Gang."

"Yeah, well, I was admittedly a lot more wild back in the day."

"Back in the day? Aren't you in college?"

"How'd you know about that?"

"'I'd hang out with Stephanie a lot more if she wasn't either in college learning how to be less cool or if she wasn't always being all flirty with Tim.' - Jason Todd, 2018." (Y,N) said.

"Oh. Well, when I first joined the whole thingy a few years ago, it was just as Tim was leaving and I was going to replace him as Robin, but I wasn't ready and to be honest, Batman couldn't handle me... and then I got really hurt my first mission. Coma and stuff. I came back as Batgirl and scared the shit outta Batman and Tim when they found out it was me. But then Batman didn't want me in the family at all. I was always a stupid teen out partying and stuff and for some reason Tim still loved me and he kinda helped me mature. And once I did mature and became Spoiler again, Batman decided to let me back in."

"Huh. Well for the record, I think Edgy Batgirl Stephanie sounds cooler than Happy-Go-Lucky Spoiler Stephanie."

"How would you know? This is the second conversation we've ever had."

"Barbara said she didn't know if we'd get along when we were planning the whole joining Batman Inc. thing. And to be honest, I don't know if we would've if you didn't get Bloodhound Gang tickets and I never heard about cool Stephanie." (Y,N) said.

"Being a real dickhead to someone driving you to a Bloodhound Gang Show."

"Earning a lot more cool points with me for calling me a dickhead and driving me to a Bloodhound Gang Show."

. . .

"I don't think you are... lame." Cass said listening to the story.

"Yeah but like, you've gotta admit, I was still better when you first met me."

"No because... you almost died... a lot."

"I was only ever close to dying once and that was before I met you. Wasn't it fun how we used to break all the rules and we were the girly gruesome twosome?"

"...Yes. Fun."

"Exactly! But anyway..."

. . .

"Awwww, you guys sound adorable!" (Y,N) said as we took another swig out of our beer cans. We were waiting for the show to start.

"Shut up." I said. In the back of my head I was thinking about how Barbara said he was going through a breakup and that's why he was a completely different guy yesterday.

"You wanna ask me about Frost, don't you?" He asked.

"Frost?"

"Killer Frost. My ex girlfriend that turned me into a mess."

"You dated Killer Frost?"

"I dated Caitlin Snow. I feel like it's best to separate the two. I didn't really see the real Killer Frost until the end, or at least that's what she wants me to believe so I'll play along with it. I don't know if I was in love with her or if it was teenaged emotions or if that's how you feel about every first kiss you have, but it felt like love. We were only together for like a month but-" (Y,N) went on and on probably for the hundredth time about the break up by now and I felt bad for him as he did. He seemed like a really caring and considerate guy despite also being a mass murderer. It's really unbelievable this guy killed dozens of people. Even then, they were bad people. "I mean, would you be mad? If Tim like, kissed that Cassandra girl on a mission, only to save you and everyone else on the team that was there?"

"I mean yes and no. I'd be a little upset at first but then I'd understand. Probably like a two minute argument and once he explained the whole thing to me I'd forgive him and tell him not to do it again."

. . .

"That's not an invitation to kiss Tim, Cass." I told Cassandra.

. . .

"I definitely wouldn't try to murder him over it that's for sure." I said. "Hey, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why tell me all this? I didn't even ask and we hardly know each other but you still went in depth and described the most personal and intimate relationship you've ever had."

"Well like I said, I wanna be friends with the coolest chick around and you seem like a top contender."

"Which is it? Am I lame or cool?"

"Well I mean you dance like those assholes I see in old Molly Ringwald movies, maybe you're just as uncool as me." (Y,N) said making me roll my eyes.

"You haven't seen me dance yet, douche."

"Well, I mean, the night's still young."

. . .

"So yeah, then the actual concert started and we had a blast. Then..."

. . .

"Must of blown a fuse! Nothing's going on! Lamer than the Pope climb the walls of King Kong!" The band was playing Mope which I could tell was probably one of (Y,N)'s favorite songs by the way he was jumping around. He accidentally bumped into someone who said "Hey, man watch where you're going!"

"Sorry man! This isn't a Radiohead concert where you just stand still the whole time!" (Y,N) said.

"Yeah, seriously! Gonna cry cuz someone bumped into your shoulder?" I added. Instead of  making some sort of witty retort the guy just did this gross pervy smile to me.

"Well, Hey, beautiful. Why're you hanging out with a loser like this when you could be having a blast with me and the boys?"

"Aren't you the pussy that just complained someone was dancing at a rock concert?" I asked.

"And aren't you a pussy that-"

"Heyheyheyheyhey, she has a boyfriend, Buddy, take a hike!" (Y,N) said in a serious change in tone.

"Oh yeah? Then do something about me, lover boy."

"He's not my boyfriend." I clarified. The next thing I knew the guy pulled me close to him and I immediately elbowed him in the nose breaking it instantly. One of his friends tried to grab me but (Y,N) uppercutted them. As a fight started breaking out the band just continued and played the verse. I blocked a couple of hits and then brought down the guy into a cross arm breaker. (Y,N) had brought a couple of the guys over to the concession stand and threw one guy across a table and then grabbed the other one by the head and repeatedly smashed his face against the wall. I looked back over at my guys and rolled my eyes when one of them pulled out a switchblade as the chorus with the "For Whom The Bell Tolls" Rift started playing. He tried to stab me but I grabbed his arm and chopped him in his neck before taking the knife out of his hand and stabbing him in the shoulder. (Y,N) smashed a glass cup over one of the guys' heads when the original guy who started all this got up when the post chorus started playing. He was about to rush at me when he suddenly fell over screaming in pain with a plastic knife in his back. (Y,N) walked over and kicked him in the side before saying "I SAID TAKE A HIKE!"

"How did you hit him with that!?"

"Family secret. We never miss." He said.

"So is no one gonna react to us beating up 5 pieces of trash or???"

"It's a Bloodhound Gang concert. They're either drunk and incoherent or they're being distracted by The much better things going on like girls showing their titties or-"

"Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo! What it is mother fuckers!?"

"AW, SHIT! HERE COMES PAC-MAN!" (Y,N) and the lead singer said at the same time.

. . .

"Pac...Man?"

"There's a video game character that shows up in the middle of the song and does crack and does a little dance to his theme song."

"Crack is illegal." Cass said.

"I know Cass you don't have to tell me. When he offers the band stuff they say drugs are bad, too. Anyway after the concert..."

. . .

"I'm missing you like, a hijacked flight, on September 11th.
I don't know who got on, you but I'm not wrong, in thanking them since it,
Ain't my job! To fuck You on your birthday! Ain't my job! To fuck you on your birthday, anymore!" (Y,N) sang as we drove back.

"I can't believe you had four more beers."

"I can't believe you only had two." He said. "Hey, I've got a question. Spoiler. What's all that about?"

"Well, when I first started out, I was just out to stop my dad. Like you said, he's a real asshole. If he wanted to be a bootleg Riddler and leave clues to his crimes, I was gonna spoil all the answers. The Spoiler to all his fun."

"OH MY GOD THAT'S ACTUALLY REALLY COOL!"

"Thanks." I said. "So like, when are we gonna do that again?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"When are we gonna hang out like that again, stupid."

"I dunno. I thought this was gonna be like a one time think since like, we usually have a night job and then you have dumb college to go to."

"College isn't dumb."

"Yes it is. People only go to college because they're so dumb they need an extra four more years of school. I should know, I'm a high school dropout which means I'm like smarter than everyone."

"You say dumb shit when you're drunk."

"And you have a god damned potty mouth when I'm the only one around apparently you little shit." He said making me laugh. "Plus besides I assume all of your free time is going into hanging out with your little boytoy."

"Oh... well I mean it would if he didn't spend all of his worrying about The Titans or figuring out a case or studying."

"Sounds like gossip."

"Yeah well-"

"You should like, tell your best friend about it. Or if you're like me, don't. Tell your fourth bestest friend about it." (Y,N) put his seat back so he was looking up.

"Who's your fourth best friend?"

"You, probably."

"Really? We've known each other for one day... but I guess you're my fourth best friend, too."

"Bullshit. You don't have more than three friends."

"Yes I do, dickhead! I'll kick you out of the car!... Hey, didn't you-"

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

"Did you just pass out drunk in my car?" I asked his unconscious body.

. . .

"So bad man... is not bad?" Cass asked.

"(Y,N)'s a... good type of bad."

"Good... type of bad?"

"Yeah! Good type of bad."