[Closed] Dividing my head and my heart

[levelshift]

Who: Jason reneger and Accelerator levelshift
What: Just some totally normal, well-balanced people having a totally normal meeting in a totally normal back alley.
When: Mid-July.
Where: The back alleys of Central City.
Content Warnings: Mild physical torture, discussion of a minor acquiring and using weapons (knives, guns). These two talking about almost dying and really dying.


[It's late at night in Central, and Accelerator has found himself down a back alley in one of the sketchier neighbourhoods of the city. It's a place he's pretty familiar with by now, so he isn't giving off any signs of discomfort. Also, he isn't alone.]

Come on, this isn't fucking hard.

[There's a guy with a bloody nose, probably in his mid-to-late twenties, slumped against the wall of a building on the ground, groaning. He's clutching his arm, which is twisted in a few different places. Accelerator is standing in front of him with an exasperated expression. It's kind of a funny scene, this big guy being loomed over by a skinny, albino-looking kid with a crutch in one hand, his other one casually shoved in the pocked of his jeans. The light on his choker is glowing red.

Stalking people isn't something Accelerator can say he specializes in, but he knows enough to have picked up on this loser being a part of some shitty Central gang. Hardly an upstanding member of society, though more of the two-bit criminal variety than some evil mastermind. Which is fine, he has to start somewhere and someone on the low rungs of a gang makes the most sense.

He sighs, raises a foot, and plants it on the goon's chest. Technically there's a couple of centimetres between the sole of his shoe and the guy's chest, as that's where his ability kicks in, but that's a minor detail. All Accelerator has to do is gently press his foot downwards and do a few quick calculations, amplifying the vectors behind the motion to increase the pressure. His automatic reflection prevents the guy's body from closing that tiny distance. It's simple, but effective.

The guy starts flailing a little, and then there's the crunch as a rib cracks. He yelps loudly, looking like he's on the verge of passing out. Accelerator, still looking thoroughly annoyed, rolls his eyes at getting reaction instead of anything useful. He doesn't press down any further, but he also doesn't move his foot, maintaining that pressure on the cracked rib.]

Goddamnit, the last guy was less of a wuss. You people are a pain in the ass, you know that?

[The first one had actually passed out from the pain, and the second one hadn't known anything. Apparently 'third time's the charm' is just wishful thinking.]

Comments

[reneger]

( jason's considered central city the other jason's turf, since he'd fallen out of the sky. the kid's got his own gangs settled in here, his own mob enemies, and he's clearly been working his way through doing what jason todd does best: overtake the underground, kill all the assholes who take shit too far, control crime so it doesn't get out of hand. as another jason todd who has also pulled the same exact shit, he can respect that. given he can't exactly kill his double, and he's got family lurking around dark corners, jason's opted to let him be. mostly. which also means keeping to their bargain: jason stays out of junior's business, junior stays out of his.

but that doesn't mean he avoids central city entirely. he's got his own shit to figure out here. a hoard of robins to follow, various other leads he's been tailing. normal people things. which clearly also includes finding weird scrawny little kids antagonizing grown men in alleyways. it almost reminds him of damian.

and jason's approaching from behind, cotton hood of the thin sleeveless hoodie he's wearing under the leather jacket (is it summer and too hot for layers? absolutely. that's not stopping him) pulled up over his hair and red domino mask barely visible under it. he's careful to keep his steps audible, instead of going for a silent approach. jason's armed, modified glocks strapped onto his thighs and anyone who knows what to look for would see the knife holster at the small of his back, among the several hidden knives and various other weapons he keeps in his jacket, strapped to his boots, his belt--because one can never carry too many toys, can they? he knows he looks threatening enough without the silent batman approach. so jason doesn't bother with it. )

If you're wanting to torture answers out of someone, I can give you a few better ways to do it than that. ( just as an fyi. ) You're gonna knock him out at this rate.