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

( 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. )

[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]

( 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. )

Edited 2023-08-16 06:24 (UTC)

[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]

( 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?

[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]

( 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. )

[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]

( 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. )

[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]

Edited 2023-08-17 21:52 (UTC)

( 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? )

[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]

[ with a flash of the ring, kyle comes in the middle, ready to fend off any other shots or attacks that may be incoming. not that there'll be any. they both look wiped. ]

I think it's time to call it a day.

( kyle steps in the middle, and the gun lowers, gets shoved back into it's holster. the fight goes out of him; jason's shoulders slump with a wince, one arm raising to wrap around his ribcage. )

He'll be fine.

[Jason grits his teeth in pain and remains on the floor as he presses a hand over his heavily bleeding shoulder]

Yeah. We're good.

[Sleeper moves up, nudging the hand aside with a paw to send a tendril of their substance in to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet, not wanting to leave anything to cause more damage.]

For a certain value of fine.

[Their tail lashes a little in irritation, but not enough to be truly upset. Looks like both of them will be able to make it home without too much trouble.]

You want me to check for anything? [They look at the other Jason because they know exactly how hurt their is.]

Edited 2023-08-19 04:07 (UTC)

It's fine. We'll manage.

[ kyle loops his arm under jason, carefully getting him back on his feet. ]

Let's give it a couple of months before the next fight.

( he's about to tell sleeper to fuck off, but kyle saves him the effort thankfully. he's breathing too fast, too shallowly, and jason knows well enough what that and the sharp chest pains mean.

knows, too, that it'll probably be fine. he lets kyle hold him up, closes his eyes. )

'member what I said I'd do 'fore?

( this is not dramatic fake swooning to be an ass, this is jason suddenly becoming deadweight when he passes out for a minute. but it's close enough. )

[Jason murmurs a thanks to Sleeper. He's feeling better already but isn't ready for another round of fighting anytime soon]

We're done.

Up to you, then.

[Sleeper nuzzles Jason reasuringly, figuring they can mostly ignore the other two.]

All right, let's get home.

[Well, probably not home, because Dylan doesn't need to see the injuries, but...somewhere safe to hole up.]

[ kyle slips his arms around jason so he can pick him up and carry him. no shame here and his arms squeeze him slightly so kyle can keep him close. he's not sure he's too happy with how far things went. ]

( he'll be fine, if given some time. one of his lungs is a little fucked, but it's hopefully not so fucked it won't heal itself--and if it is, he's got people for that. friends who were doctors at one point or ones with healing abilities that he can leech off of it he really needs it. doesn't yet, so he doesn't need sleeper.

he's down just long enough for kyle to catch him before his eyes are opening once more with a soft grunt. waves a hand back towards sleeper and junior. )

Out.

( this is his shitty abandoned safehouse, thank you. his turf. and the only his turf he has in the area that isn't full of tim's shit. )

[Jason pets Sleeper in response to the nuzzles and clicks his tongue as one last bit of disrespect to his older self]

Yeah. Let's go.

[He's ready for Sleeper to haul him away or outright take over his body to one of their safehouses for healing. Whatever is easier for his partner to move him]

Edited 2023-08-20 05:13 (UTC)

i was born to hold my hands up (open)

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