Girl Of Two Worlds Oneshots

Captain Cold & Heatwave

Robin's POV
I was on patrol, it was mine and Dad's night. He was tracking down the leader of the organisation while I was hunting down some of the loose information and shaking leads a little for the information my dad needed to triangulate a location of the man at the top. I smirked as I encountered a small group of thugs, the signature gang mark across their left palms. I pulled the hood down off my face and let my midnight blue hair streak behind me as I dived down into the small crowd below. "Alright boys, this is how it's gonna work. I'm gonna punch you and when you want me to stop, you'll start talking," I opened, my voice cool and collected as they glared at my signature wolf mask. I wasn't as well known as my father, but as soon as he and I were linked as being acquaintances people learned not to immediately judge a book by a cover.

The guys ganged up on me, grabbing any weapon that they could clutch. I smiled behind the mask, pulling my wolf daggers from my side pocket. I threw them quickly, pinning two of the lowlifes down by their feet. There were three others and so I pulled out my escrima sticks, katanas would be a quicker method, but we all know that if I killed my dad would moan, complain about my moral compass as such, but I guess then I'd be an anti-hero. I don't really do good, but I don't like the bad guys. It changed depending on the day and who I was with. Jason turned me into his sidekick when we patrolled if you could call it that, meanwhile with Dick, I was a lot more cocky, mischievous. Tim made me more analytical and decisive, let alone prepared and with Damian, I wasn't as afraid to damage or hurt the bad guys. But with Dad, it was all rules. Rules this, don't kill that. It was true that he was boring, even if I admired him as my father and my role model, I also disliked his seriousness, much like the rest of the family.

I threw my arm up and grabbed the metal pipe that had been swung at me. I disarmed the man and swung the pipe backwards, knocking another clean out and to the ground. More goons arrived but instantaneously retreated. "It's the Wolf, she's different to the Bat! Let's get out of here!" They cried, abandoning those left behind to continue the fighting. I smiled as I struck fear in them and continued to defend myself against oncoming attacks. I heard the whirring of a gun and just as I was about to knock the last goon out, a ray of blue ice struck him, freezing him in place on the ground, the cold and sharp material engulfing the bottom half of his weakened body. "So this is what the Wolf does in her downtime," a voice remarked. 

"It's nice to see you again too Snart," I replied, taking a deep breath to regain my composure after the fighting. "And why do I have the honours of your presence?" I asked.

"I've got a job for you."

"What kind of job?" I asked further, not too sure if I liked where this was going. 

"It's concerning my sister," Snart replied. 

"I thought she was long gone by now?" I asked. Snart's sister had done a runner earlier this year after she was suspected of helping Snart in one of his master plans. 

"You see she has, but rumour has it she's still in the police database. I can't sneak in unlike others with... special abilities," he explained, making it obvious what I was needed for. 

"Snart how about we make a deal. If you promise me that your sister is going for a clean slate and that it's the only reason why you're doing this then I'll help you," I offered. 

Snart smirked, "I don't like the lack of trust you have for me, surely it should be the other way round, Miss Wayne?" He threatened, knowing that my identity was the only thing he had over me.

"Snart, if you tell anyone who I am, call me that name in public there will be consequences. Did you forget that I'm partnered with the Batman?" I retorted, threatening him back. "I'm no straight hero, you of all people know that, but I do what I can. Don't make the mistake of outing me," I added. Snart stood quietly, hopefully thinking over my original proposal.