metalogs | i was born to hold my hands up (open)

[Thankfully the occupants of the truck are still breathing and there's no blood. They're just extremely out of it, thanks to Accelerator manipulating the vectors of the vehicle to reduce the strength of the armour reinforcement.]

You should be in bed. What are you, ten?

[Now that there's a bit more distance between them he relaxes a bit, less concerned about breaking one of the kid's limbs. What the hell is some baby doing out this late, though? Does he have adult reinforcements coming in? He looks like he's dressed like a hero or a sidekick or whatever, so why's he alo -

- Wait. That stupid outfit looks familiar. Why does it look familiar? Accelerator frowns at that, and then it hits him.

Oh.

Oh goddamnit. He knows where he's seen that outfit before. He remembers the dream. This isn't good.

Accelerator sighs heavily, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. Starting to walk around to the back of the truck, he keeps an eye on the kid in case he tries another punch.]

Go home, brat.

( he walks around the truck, casually, as if jason hadn't just leaped down to stop him.

which makes sense; the more jason watches him, the more jason's sure that he has power that jason himself shouldn't be facing alone. robin has talent, he knows damn well he's capable of taking down crooks and thugs - but metahumans can be something else entirely. there's no fear in his body language; even when jason is afraid, he covers it in rage and indignation. with running his mouth and snarking those around him. with the quips that have become synonyms with robin since robin the first had been wearing the suit.

there's no back up this time. he hadn't come around with batman, and alfred isn't here. jason doesn't know where catwoman or superman could be, if they'd even be close enough around to offer a hand. so he doesn't let fear slow him down. instead, he's jumping back up on top of the cab of the truck, letting his feet take him quickly over the top of it so he can leap back down just in front of the back of the truck. )

So you can rob 'em? I don't think so.

[Jason - whichever Jason this is, it doesn't really matter right this second - is a stubborn little brat, isn't he? He should really have a better sense of self-preservation or better, fucking adult supervision. Surely his normal self knows a couple of adults around here who could be looking after him right now. Accelerator hates that he's having to deal with this, and he's telling himself it's because he wanted this to be an easy crime and Jason is making things the exact opposite of that.

(His anger also might have something to do with the fact that a little kid who has already been through a lot feels responsible enough to try and stop a monster like himself, which is completely fucked up, but he's trying to ignore that train of thought.)

Once he reaches the back of the truck and watches Jason jump down, once more in his way, he clicks his tongue.]

If you want to feel useful, go check on the driver. He should still be alive.

[He starts walking towards him, still intending on opening up that truck.]

( accelerator's walking towards him, which means jason has two options: get out of the way or fight back.

and he's no quitter. his chin juts up, hands folding behind his back so he can reach for the pocket on his utility belt. he's running low on tools, but running low doesn't mean he's out. he's got plenty to back himself up if this turns south. but he's hoping it doesn't, because this guy--feels like he knows what he's doing, what he's up against, and jason has no idea what he's getting into. it's not a good mix. )

The driver's still breathing. ( he could see his chest moving, when he was watching him out of the corner of his eye while facing off against accelerator before. ) You should walk away, before the cops get here.

( not that jason called them, but he's betting someone did. )

[Goddamnit, he's given him a few outs already, and he refuses to take any of them. Alright then, he's just going to have to get dramatic. Hopefully it'll be enough to scare Jason off - or at least make him cautious enough to back off. Seeing Jason's hands behind his back he has no clue what he's planning, but as long as it isn't any magic crap that he might reflect weirdly he should be fine.

He sighs heavily, tired, like all of this is beneath him, and pauses there in the street. Reaching up to grasp the side of his head, he cracks his neck.]

What a pain in the ass. I guess you've just got a death wish, then.

[Then he drops his hand, curling his fingers into a claw shape, not even bothering with any kind of proper fighting stance. He doesn't need it.

And he starts chuckling. It's a strained, cracked kind of noise that doesn't sound quite like a laugh, but something more pained. As he does he smiles, too.

Well, his lips turn upwards. It looks more like a slash across his face than a smile any sane kind of person has.]

Ha ha ha, I'm happy to oblige you~!!

[And he launches himself at Jason, far faster than a normal human has any right to be, with a loud crunch as the asphalt under his feet splits under the overwhelming force.]

( it's between one breath and the next, isn't it? when the kid suddenly goes from annoyed to downright monstrous. jason clocks it as it happens, eyes widening just a fraction behind his mask when fingers curl into claws. he's seen smiles like that before, and they're never, ever good news.

accelerator runs for him, but jason doesn't stay still. he bends his knees, takes out one of the smoke pellets from his utility belt, and waits until accelerator's close enough it's almost dangerous before he's throwing one onto the ground, breaking it open against pavement, and rolling forward onto his hands in a flip to get himself very quickly out of the way. it takes two rolls for him to get his weight back up onto his feet, and when he stands back up straight--he's got a batarang in his hand, one that's quickly getting thrown back in accelerator's direction.

but his expression - shifted the moment accelerator's had. went from determined to something almost sad. accelerator can't be much older than him; no kid should know how to twist their face like that. none of them should have had to go through the kind of fucked up childhood that would've caused it. if he'd been downright malicious, jason could have shrugged it off as him being a sociopath or something, but this isn't that. he'd tried to get jason to leave before coming after him, when all it did was delay his goal. )

[A smoke bomb, huh? While he still needs to breathe, one of those things is easy enough to handle. Accelerator comes to an abrupt stop once he enters the cloud of smoke, and a gigantic blast of wind kicks up, surrounding him and blowing away the smoke. By the time it's gone he hasn't even turned around and that batarang is hitting him - when it does he grabs its vectors and twists them, rather than leaving it to his reflection. Instead of it being flung direction back at Jason he sends it diagonally downwards, rocketing towards the ground and embedding itself in the street.]

Way too slow, brat!!

[That's when he turns, sending another blast of wind from underneath Jason's feet to knock him into the air. Not enough to injure him, since despite all the posturing Accelerator is specifically looking to avoid that, just enough to move him out of the way and super conveniently toward some shop window's awning. That leaves him free to get to the truck's back doors and rip them off like they're made of tissue paper.]

( not his fault he's only human. the wind knocks him off-balance, pushes him into the air, and jason--widens his eyes, twists his body to try and catch himself but there's nothing to catch himself on. he can't fly, even if he's real good at catching himself when he falls.

well. he can work with that.

fingers grab onto his grapple gun from his utility belt, which jason shoots out towards the truck, to get it to catch on the edge of the roof. as soon as it looks like it hooked on, he flicks the trigger the opposite way to get it to reel him back in. )

[With Jason (temporarily) out of the way, Accelerator hops into the back of the truck. The plan is to grab a few duffle bags that are easy to carry rather than cleaning the entire thing out. The Society can deal with whatever dye packs are inside.

Just as he's grabbing the first bag he glances back to see Jason with - what the hell? - a grappling hook?]

You're really fucking stubborn, aren't you?

[He can't see what it's hooked onto but from the direction of the line it's either the truck or something above the truck, so he stretches a hand up to tap the roof, blowing the entire thing off. There, that'll give him a second escape point, too.]

( he is stubborn, thanks. the roof flies off, and his hook comes loose too. before the wire connecting the gun to the grapple starts jerking him off with the roof, jason lets go of the gun entirely. tumbles to the ground, but he's only down for a moment before he's pulling himself back up to his feet and rushing directly for accelerator.

not to hit or kick him, but to tackle him right over. last time jason went for him, the guy threw himself to the side. he's expecting him to try that same move again, or fall with jason while trying to. )

[Good god, this kid has no idea how dangerous this situation is. Instead of going straight back to the duffle bags he watches as Jason just keeps coming. His options are to dodge, knock him back with more wind, or shut his reflection off. He isn't about to do the last one and with how stubborn Jason is being the second presents risks that he doesn't want to deal with, so he's stuck with the first one again.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he jumps straight upwards. With the roof of the truck gone that offers him enough space to form four small whirlwinds at his back, allowing him to hover in the air.]

( he's watching accelerator's face. watching the shifts in his expressions, watching how his body moves, how the whirlwinds form behind him when he starts hovering. but since he's up and jason's down, that gives jason aim for what he was trying to do when he got here: stop him.

jason looks up to accelerator, and then back over to the duffel bags. it's choreographed, carefully. he wants to see what accelerator will do, when jason shoves hands down against the truck and uses that to help propel him up into the back of it, intending on trying to snatch the bags up himself. )

[Honestly, Accelerator is expecting Jason to keep on trying to attack him. That's been his plan so far, so why stop now? That's why he's looking a bit surprised when he instead turns and goes for the duffle bags.

Seriously? He purses his lips in annoyance, remains where he is, and with another blast of wind is scooping Jason up into a miniature tornado just above the truck. He'll keep him floating up there, as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.]

Alright, brat. Enough screwing around. [He's on a time limit here, and he isn't about to spend that thirty minutes on this crime when it should only take five.] I've got better shit to be doing than humouring you.

i was born to hold my hands up (open)

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