Short summary: Reborn as Jason Todd's twin sister.
Full summary: The soul of a woman is reborn into Gotham City in the DC realm. She is reborn as Anastasia Todd, older twin sister to Jason Todd, the second Robin to Batman. Death has sent her here t...
Life was really good with Jason back in it, like blissfully, happily wonderful and full again. We went out most nights on patrols, everyone having their parts of the city they liked to watch. I hopped back and forth between partnering with Red Hood and partnering with Robin since I was fully back to being Shadow now, and loving my new uniform.
"Alright Replacement, let's see how you're doing lately." I say to Tim one Spring afternoon while threateningly cracking my knuckles.
Tim and I are going to spar together, but in a more full-out type of fight, with no weapons and no uniforms. I do this every few months with him to test his raw skills and measure his improvement. This time Jason is watching us spar, wanting to see how good Tim is and how I train him. Tim's recently turned 17, and is really coming into his own, I'm very proud of how much he's progressed over the years. Jason and I are both 19 now, almost 20, and Dick is 24, almost 25.
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"Holy shit, Ana." Jason says to me when I walk out of the changing room in my sports bra and shorts. He hasn't seen me yet wearing so little since he came back. In my Nightingale uniform, I usually cover my scars with a quick smear of makeup, and when I'm just chilling at home, I've mostly been wearing warm sweats since it's been cold. Today is actually nice and warm though, and I know I'm going to work up a sweat fighting Tim, so I opted for some lighter clothes. "You don't even need a uniform to fight assholes, you're intimidating as fuck." He compliments, though I didn't miss the sad look as he took in all my larger injuries that I've gotten while he was gone, like the multiple gun shot wounds and the scars from my fight with Slade. "Wait..." He looks at me skeptically as he eyes me up and down a second time, and I smirk at what he's realizing. "How?" He points at my hips and chest with an indignant look.
"A magician never reveals her secrets." I say coyly, knowing he's referring to my different body shape.
"No, seriously, how the fuck did you change your body shape?! When you're Nightingale, you're curvy as fuck, and you don't have scars." He yells at me, and I twitch my brow in irritation. "Seriously, how do you go from being that hot to this?" He continues, and my patience snaps and I grab him by his color and glare up at his arrogant face.
