Jaina Hudson, White Rabbit's secret identity

Jason stood there for a moment in disbelief. How did a random trinket on a rooftop turn her into a nobody villain?

"There you are!"

Who the hell was that? That voice... she'd never heard it before, yet it sounded familiar.

Jason turned to come face to face with an Indian woman. Though she never met her before, a name immediately came to mind.

Jaina Hudson.

"You separated from me without a word."

Jaina folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at the ivory haired bombshell.

"Separated from you?"

"Now's not the time to play dumb, White Rabbit. Just come back to me before someone sees you up here."

"What are you on about? I'm not White Rabbit!"

"Enough games!"

"I'm serious! I found a magic dial and it made me... this..."

Jason gestured to her new form.

Jaina eyed her carefully. She studied her counterpart's mannerisms. The uncomfortable way White Rabbit glanced down at her cleavage, the way she barely even balanced herself in her heels. The woman in front of her was a far cry from the troublemaker that traversed Gotham's rooftops with an acrobatic grace.

"Fine... I'll bite. Who are you?"

Jaina folded her arms, pacing closer to her light skinned doppleganger.

"I'm Red Hood!"

"Red Hood? The murderous vigilante?"

"Hey! I don't kill people! Any more..."

"So you really aren't White Rabbit...?"

Jaina was just as confused as Jason was. How did her other half somehow become inhabited by someone else? A man too.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you! I need to find that damn dial so I can change back already!"