( the first hit throws him off. the second one rattles him, but the third? pisses him off. it's like a spark landing in a puddle of gasoline, how quickly the shift happens. how jason goes from some guy having fun fucking with his mini-me to a brawler ready to eviscerate someone for looking at him wrong. lips twist into a snarl as he gets his bearings back, gets his feet back under him, remembers where his skull is just in time to catch junior trying to grab onto him. nah, that's not flying. not anymore.
his elbow drops down to dig into junior's shoulder, right beside the knife. jason gives a sound low in his throat that sounds a little too similar to bruce's batman growl, as that same elbow tries to twist and shove right against junior's throat. )
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his elbow drops down to dig into junior's shoulder, right beside the knife. jason gives a sound low in his throat that sounds a little too similar to bruce's batman growl, as that same elbow tries to twist and shove right against junior's throat. )