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He’ll admit, if only to himself, that he’s gotten a little rusty on how to do this work quickly without just shooting kneecaps. Jason takes less than 10 seconds disarming his opponent, but subduing him, and his partner who joins in a minute later, feels like it takes forever. Jason lets him retreat in favor of fighting someone who’s fighting back: a short, fast guy. Without firing a shot, the goon drops the gun once he sees Jason coming for him.

With his back turned and his head distracted, the asshole could have done some serious damage to Jason.įirst Gun Guy is back up and has Third Gun Guy’s glock in his left hand, training it shakily on The Scary One.

A pair of bolt cutters lie abandoned on the gravel. Suddenly, there’s movement at his back, and Jason turns to see that The Scary One is pummeling a dude who wasn’t even in the fight a moment ago. For a split second, he misses Dickhead’s quips, before green swallows the nostalgia, and a solid punch to one of his combatants drowns the green. He’s collaborated with the Bats a few times now, and she’s never been much of a talker, even over the comms. There’s no answer, but he wasn’t really expecting one. “What the fuck are you doing on this side of Eleventh?” He growls. He’s not going to turn on an ally, but he doesn’t have to be pleasant either. He dodges a few swings and swings back harder at the non-gunned goons. Scary Girl is still holding her own, but now Jason is good and irritated enough to not particularly care that he could use the help. Even if the Bats aren’t honoring their end of the fucking deal, the fragile peace treaty isn’t worth throwing away on this guy.

The world tilts green and the guy goes down, but Jason resists the urge to put a bullet in his throat. While Jason’s distracted, his opponent takes the chance to fire off a shot that feels like a punch to the gut, but doesn’t pierce his kevlar. Annoyingly two months older than Jason Todd. The ‘helpless kid with no self-preservation’ is yet another child Batman has recruited into his Mission.Īnd Jason’s head has a habit of referring to her as ‘The Scary One’ for a reason.Ĭassandra Cain. Jason’s not in the habit of fraternizing with the Bats, but he wasn’t reborn yesterday. That… makes a certain amount of sense actually. The kick is hard enough that it should throw a tiny thing like Sweatshirt Kid off balance, but instead, the extra momentum powers a sucker punch that makes Third Gun Guy crumple. Sweatshirt Kid lands a kick to the head of a knife wielding dude with a height advantage of at least a foot and half. Like Jason doesn’t have enough going on trying to protect the 5 most dangerous neighborhoods in Gotham, without adding a helpless kid with no self-preservation onto his plate. He’s got to get Sweatshirt Kid out of here sooner rather than later. Gun Guy is down, and not getting up anytime soon, so Jason pivots to fight Other Gun Guy before one of them ends up shot. Trigger-Happy’s hand to do more than shout a “Get the hell out of here!” The figure’s in street clothes, no domino, but has a sweatshirt hood pulled so tight with a mangled knot of drawstrings that he can only really see a nose clearly, the mouth completely obscured and the eyes peeking through just enough to tell that they’re at least not fighting blind. The last thing this moment needs is some unknown punk getting involved, but he’s a little too preoccupied breaking a few vital shooting bones in Mr. Currently, they were 12 minutes in with Jason wondering if he had a bruised rib or just a bruised ego and the 5 fucking goons surrounding him are holding their own pretty well. The fight should have ended in 2 minutes flat with a couple of Falcone’s goons a little worse for wear and Jason knowing more than he did 2 minutes ago about who had gone against his rules and sold to the local high school kids. Things have admittedly gone to shit a bit.

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Or, maybe not early in the morning so much as mid-afternoon, but for a vigilante, it’s practically the ass crack of dawn. It’s way too early in the morning for this shit. The figure drops down into the fray and Jason wishes he had a spare moment to be more resentful.