bruce isn't doing shit, which--considering the thomas clone is still moving isn't particularly surprising even if it makes this shit just that much harder. jason takes another snake to the side, hisses between his teeth as it's jaws tighten around his ribcage like it's trying to tear it's way through, even if it can't. he can feel his ribs protesting--they protest even more when he twists around to cut through it's neck.
he can't guard bruce and himself while also fighting off--all of these. jason's out of hands, breathing is now mildly painful, and he's grabbing onto bruce by the ear of his cowl, yanking him backwards. away from thomas, away from--martha, too. shit. )
Bruce. ( not batman, because he understands. bruce isn't batman right now, he's the scared little boy standing in crime alley surrounded by his parents' corpses. ) They're dead. This ain't them.
( another snake flings themselves forward, and jason raises an arm to block it from grabbing onto bruce, even if that means those fangs manage to grab hold of his arm, biting down hard while jason tries to throw it off. rams his arm into the armor over bruce's shoulder, even, to squish the snake between them.
raises a knife with his free hand, to throw the blade straight for martha's neck. )
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bruce isn't doing shit, which--considering the thomas clone is still moving isn't particularly surprising even if it makes this shit just that much harder. jason takes another snake to the side, hisses between his teeth as it's jaws tighten around his ribcage like it's trying to tear it's way through, even if it can't. he can feel his ribs protesting--they protest even more when he twists around to cut through it's neck.
he can't guard bruce and himself while also fighting off--all of these. jason's out of hands, breathing is now mildly painful, and he's grabbing onto bruce by the ear of his cowl, yanking him backwards. away from thomas, away from--martha, too. shit. )
Bruce. ( not batman, because he understands. bruce isn't batman right now, he's the scared little boy standing in crime alley surrounded by his parents' corpses. ) They're dead. This ain't them.
( another snake flings themselves forward, and jason raises an arm to block it from grabbing onto bruce, even if that means those fangs manage to grab hold of his arm, biting down hard while jason tries to throw it off. rams his arm into the armor over bruce's shoulder, even, to squish the snake between them.
raises a knife with his free hand, to throw the blade straight for martha's neck. )