Fingernails are a classic. Pull 'em off one by one, slowly. If you get to ten and they don't say shit, you could always move on to toes. Or teeth. I always liked teeth. They're not gonna get those fuckers back in, so not only have you made them cry for their mommies, but you've also cost them a lot of money in dental bills.

( actual advice, see? he can be helpful. jason props a hand against his thigh, tips his head to the side as he eyes the kid's. . victim. definitely could be in worse shape, but broken ribs aren't a joke. he would know: jason's gone crime fighting with several before. luckily, not something he currently has to worry about. )

You lookin' to get something specific out of him? 'cause most these ground floor losers don't know shit.

( and, well, if he can get a kid to stop fucking around with low level cronies to avoid him getting the hard hitters, jason'll lend a hand. he always did have a soft spot for ruffians, and he knows damn well how fast this could go south for a kid that small, regardless of whatever ability he's got under his belt that is keeping his foot just barely up off the guy below him but still keeping the pressure on him. that looks fun.

but that's something they can dig into later. )