one-shots of my OCs

•Super Hazel•

<Hazel's>

"I don't get why I have to do this. Can't Barbara, or Batgirl, just be gone for a few days?" I question, my hands trancing over the mask that was just forced upon me.

"Oh come on, as if you said you didn't want to!"
Barbara smiles, her eyes flashing with mischief. "You told me you wanted to the other day."

"I was tipsy! Dick spiked my tea thinking it was Jason's!" My arms cross over my chest as my eyes narrow on the first boy wonder.

He rubs his neck and avoids my gaze, muttering something along the lines of "it would have been funny if it had worked."

"Not really!"

A hand falls on my shoulder, and my tense muscles relax slightly as I turn to Jason, his eyes on the others.

"Why did you try to spike my tea?"

Dick looks to Damian just as Damian looks to Tim, whose face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

And who did he look at? Me. And suddenly, it clicks.

Oh crap.

I move away from Jason and closer to the others, as I gesture to everyone, "I mean does it really matter why it happened. I mean I think we should move past it, no need to get caught up in the past when we can look to the future!" Smiling weakly, I steal a gaze to Jason, whose calculated eyes are on me.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, absolutely, nothing. In fact, I am offended you think it's me, truly and utterly offended." I cross my arms over my chest again and I look to him accusingly.

He raises an eyebrow at me, before mirroring my stance. And then he waits.

I bite down on my tongue, willing myself to not give myself away, but I know my word vomit just moments before most definitely did.

"Fine." I draw out before I look at the wall past his head and blurt, "IaccidentallytoldTimaboutyoursuddenneedtoquoteShakespearewhenyouaredrunk."

"Wait-"

"BUT TIM TOLD THEM!" I point an accusation figure at him.

"YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME NOT TO TELL THEM ABOUT SOMETHING AS WEIRD AS THAT!" He shouts back as everyone laughs.

My face heats up and I open my mouth to say something else, but Barbara cuts are off.

"Wait... Shakespeare?" She questions gazing at Jason, probably imagining him dressed as Romeo. Cute.

Not the point, right.

Jason looks to me murderously, causing me to step closer to his brothers, most of which would make sure I wouldn't actually be killed, or that I would at least have a nice funeral.

Bruce sighs heavily from his chair, probably trying to pretend he wasn't here the whole time. "What does this have to do with Hazel stepping in as Batgirl for a night?"

"Everything, Father." Damian sasses.

One look at Jason's face and I nod, "You know what, I think this would be a fun experience, I will go on patrol with Tim."

"Oh no, you don't," Jason speaks up. "Guess again."

"Dick." I smile cheekily.

"No."

I pretend to think about it more carefully before I come up with "Damian."

"No."

"Bruce?" I question, thinking I could use the chance as bonding time