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.

Comments

[batsymbol]

( he just doesn't want to be stabbed again. especially being so small. even if he hopes they're both past that now. )

Neither am I.

( he says that rather coolly as he stands there — takes a moment to roll his sleeves up and makes his way over to jason a little more. watching. careful. until he's right there, nearly in front of him. )

Hit me.

[reneger]

Hit you.

( with a quirked brow, as he looks pointedly down to bruce. )

Y'know, I generally try an' avoid hitting kids these days. Gremlins excluded.

[batsymbol]

You said you wanted to fight.

( well. "teach him how to fight" which he suspects he means at this current age and size. )

Or are you planning to fight with harsh language?

[reneger]

I said I wanted you to show me you know how, never said I'd be hitting you.

( this is a training session, not a pummeling one. )

But if you wanna trade insults, I'm sure I could take you down a peg.

[batsymbol]

So you assume you'd actually be able to hit me.

( said so very dryly with that ten year old voice. )

You underestimate me because I'm smaller now?

[reneger]

No, 'cause you're a good decade and change behind me.

( and he's smaller, but mostly that first bit. )

I could take you when you're full-sized without breaking a sweat. ( now that? intentionally exaggerating. he wants to piss bruce off, get him riled up. make him want to win, to try, thanks. )

[batsymbol]

( crossing his arms, he sighs. )

Five.

[reneger]

Five what?

( is this a countdown. )

[batsymbol]

Four.

( it just might be. but who ever knows with bruce. )

[reneger]

Three.

( knees bent and one leg sliding back and arms raising up to pull himself into a southpaw boxing stance. he may have told bruce he's not shit, but jason knows better. )

[batsymbol]

Two. You can still back out.

( it's some like father like son moment almost. )

[reneger]

You don't scare me.

( with a roll of his eyes, but the corners of his lips are twisting into a grin. he's not annoyed, he's having fun. )

One.

[batsymbol]

( maybe not as he is, but some version of bruce does. scare him.

with the countdown over, bruce flicks his hand out from under his crossed arm towards jason. a marble drops. except it's not a marble. it's a smoke bomb. one he'd taken from his jacket before he'd set it down to the side. filling the space between and around them with thick smoke. jason's not the only one who carries toys. )

[reneger]

( there's more than one kind of fear. bruce scares jason, because he can destroy him in an instant if he wants. all he needs to do is open his mouth and say just the right thing in just the wrong way and jason--falls apart. but jason's gotten his ass beaten more times than he can count, and bruce bruising him up doesn't frighten him. physical pain never has, he's a big boy who knows how to take a hit. but bruce has likely figured that out by now, too.

smoke begins filtering into the warehouse, and jason pulls his arms in a little closer, but doesn't move elsewise. the lenses on his mask shift to glow a dull red, switching to thermal imaging without any prompting needed of jason. and he--waits. to see what bruce's next move is. )