i was born to hold my hands up (open)

[reneger]

Who: jason todd reneger & whoever
What: downfall event prompts ; post-event happenings
When: late july - august
Where: excelsior, central city, nyc
Content Warnings: body horror, child death, child abuse, general violence, drug overdose, suicidal idealization, etcetc



prompts in the comments because.... i can.

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[robintohood]

[This fight is becoming quite the learning experience]

I'm almost jealous.

[While still pressing hard towards older Jason, a second sword is summoned the same way as the first and younger Jason attempts to stab him in the stomach with]

[reneger]

You-- ( another sword, this one going for his gut and jason's grinning wide. it's the adrenaline, the rush of the fight, how he knows damn well this kid could probably, if he really tried, find a way to get the upper hand on him. they're only a few years apart, jason's picked up several tricks, but junior also knows exactly the kind of tricks he'd lean into. it goes both ways, he knows that damn well, but--well. jason steps forward into junior's space, pressing hard against the sword he's got up against the other's own. bends his knees and leans forward, hard for just a moment before that pressure lets up entirely and he's twisting away.

raises the sword up to block the one that's coming for his midsection, free hand dropping down to grab hold of a gun. ) should be. Only two? C'mon, I know you can do better than that.

[robintohood]

[Jason's forced to take a step back when older Jason grabs a gun. With his swords still in hand, he slowly circles around him, trying to find a good spot]

Aw. I'm flattered. But where's the fun in having a short fight?

[reneger]

You think having an extra pointy stick's gonna do shit to help you wrap this up early?

( nah.

because jason's raising that gun up, pointing it straight for junior's shoulder and firing. he's not carrying rubber rounds, not this time. )

[robintohood]

[Jason fast for someone of his size but not fast enough to always dodge bullets. There's a loud grunt when the bullet hits his shoulder and into his body armor. It's protecting him from the worst of the impact for now but Jason knows he's going to feel that bruise later.

In response, Jason releases a handful of smoke pellets and switches to the thermal vision in his helmet. He then takes out his other gun and fires]

[reneger]

( smoke fills the warehouse, and jason's immediately dropping his gun back down into his holster. the lenses of his mask flash red for a moment as it switches to thermal vision, body twisting so he's facing junior a little more, for just a moment, before he's--

disappearing entirely, slipping into the shadows. if they're playing with their new toys, he may as well be obnoxious about it. )

[robintohood]

[Oh hell. That was certainly a surprise. Jason tries to scan the smoky room for any movements. He never took into account shadow shifting when he built his helmets so he's acutely aware that he's currently at a disadvantage]

Come on, come on. Any moment now.

[His swords are ready to slash at whatever movement comes at him next]

[reneger]

( jason's right behind him. he takes a step forward, out of the shadow, and stands there long as he can get away with it. leans in real close, hunching forward just enough to get in close to junior's ear when he murmurs, )

Boo.

( it's an opening, and it's left open intentionally. he's waiting for junior to hit at him, waiting for just the right moment to hit back. )

[robintohood]

[Jason running on pure instinct instead of thought when he spins around and attempts to slash at his double. That shadow ability is becoming a serious problem for him so he needs to land a major hit before the other Jason gets an even bigger advantage]

[reneger]

( junior slashes, and jason laughs as he raises his sword up to block the hit. raises his other hand up at the same moment, kris knife held between his fingers so he can try and shove it straight down into the space between junior's collar bone and shoulder. )

[robintohood]

[Jason yells out in pain and bleeds as the blade penetrates one of the weaker parts of his armor. But instead of pulling away, he makes a vice grip on older Jason's wrist to keep him in place. Then he attempts to stab the man in the stomach with a sword]

[reneger]

( he can try, but jason wasn't kidding when he said the fabric of his suit was pretty--stab-proof. junior grabs hold of his wrist to keep him in close, the sword hits against his gut just fine, but the tip doesn't break fabric.

it does hurt like a bitch still, enough he's grunting and letting out a breath.

but the grin doesn't fade. jason's hunched forward a little, but his lips are spread in a wide grin. )

If you wanna make me bleed--you're gonna want to aim for my face, sweetheart.

[robintohood]

[Taking advantage of how close he still is, Jason headbutts his double. The body armor is damn annoying but at least the older man's head isn't covered like his.

Once again, jealousy begins to squirm in Jason. His doppelganger has better toys, more vigilante experience, and better bonds with people. God he wants to beat that cocky smirk off of his face]

[reneger]

( he can't move back that quickly. the hood slams into his face, and jerks his neck back. it's enough to disorientate him for a moment, enough he doesn't take the time to try and get his wrist free. )

[robintohood]

[Still holding onto the older man, Jason headbutts again before punching him in the face. The hard impacts from his head and from his fists give Jason a twisted sense of pleasure. It's not the first time he's landed some good hits on someone bigger and more experienced than him. The fact that his opponent is wearing his face? Well, that was a bonus.

Jason then attempts to yank him into a body slam]

[reneger]

( 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. )

[robintohood]

[Jason's pained cry is cut short when his throat gets hit and is replaced by a choked sound. The impacts are also causing him to bleed more and get thrown back]

You sound just like him.

[The last word comes out like a disgusted hiss. He hates his double so much for how much he can see Bruce's influence on him]

[reneger]

( junior hates seeing it, jason hates living it. he hears it, doesn't need to ask who because he can see the stupid scowl, he can hear the growl, he knows exactly what he's doing and he hates it. junior moves back, jason shoves forward. reaches for a second knife, slashes straight for his sternum.

he's not playing anymore. there's blood dripping down his face, over his mouth, and he's--not quite as steady on his feet as he'd like to be. it's fine.

they don't need to come out of this in one piece anyway. )

You look in a mirror lately?

[robintohood]

[Jason just barely manages to block the slash and attempts to parry and disarm him]

Yeah. That's why we're doing this.

[He's hurting and bleeding like hell but he doesn't care. The part of him that just wants to brutalize has taken over]

[reneger]

( he doesn't need the knife.

his hand releases it, and it dissipates into nothing as jason raises an arm up to b lock the sword with his forearm, instead. the fabric holds, which is all he needed. and his other hand raises, sword against his palm, to try and thrust it straight straight through junior's side.

there's no need to be particularity careful, he doesn't give a shit if he gets hurt, he just wants to hurt. )

[robintohood]

[As if Jason couldn't hate his double's shadow ability even more. The older man's sword makes a good cut on Jason's armor before he's forced to pull away. He dismisses his own swords just as quickly as they were summoned before whipping out one of his handguns again and fires center mass. No matter how good a piece of body armor is, eventually it has to reach its threshold somehow. Jason just needs to hit it]

[reneger]

( everything breaks eventually.

and part of having good armor is not bleeding out, but it doesn't necessarily mean it isn't hurting him. every bullet hits with enough force to knock the wind out of him, several hit hard enough that his ribs are definitely not okay, he's going to be significantly fucked up for a good chunk of time after this, and fuck this stupid armor, because if he hadn't been wearing it, junior wouldn't be shooting where it would have killed him earlier. )

I-- ( a shot rings out, he's giving a pained gasp, taking a step back into his own shadow which promptly opens up, allowing him to fall right back into it so he can step out once more from junior's to the side of him. ) 'm trying not to kill you, asshole.

( with a fist raised and swinging straight out for his hood.

if he tries the gun bullshit again, jason's just going to have to take the armor off, and nobody wants that. )

[robintohood]

[The pain and blood loss from the gaping shoulder wound is gradually slowing down Jason. Between that and still not aware of the full extent of older Jay's shadow ability, Jason gets punched in the head and knocked to the ground. The helmet is still intact but for a few seconds, his head rings from the impact.

Jason shakily chuckles]

Funny. Thought we weren't supposed to go soft.

[He can't help but be mouthy. Better that than show how badly a fight is nailing him]

[reneger]

( this is four steps past where jason would have ended it, had it been anyone else. where he would have shoved a blade through their throat, put the barrel of his gun straight against their heads. blown out their kneecaps, if he was feeling particularly spicy. but it isn't someone he can do that with, is it. this isn't playing, but it's not going for keeps either; it's riding the line, which makes keeping on one side of it especially difficult.

and jason's fucked. his lips are visibly turning pale, chest barely moving with each quick, too-short breath. his shoulders hurt, his chest aches, he's not going to stay upright for much longer after taking this many hits.

junior stays on the ground. jason grabs for his own gun, barrel aimed towards that same injured shoulder. )

--wasn't goin' soft, you'd be dead.

( but since junior thinks it's just fine to shoot someone repetitively, clearly that means jason's allowed. his finger flexes on the trigger, just enough to cause the hammer to fall. junior's shoulder was already fucked, what's a bullet added to it? )

[robintohood]

[It's a direct hit to his already bleeding shoulder. Jason's too worn out to move away in time. He yells out in pain and remains on the ground after the shot. He's bleeding more profusely now. It seems like this fight's over]