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

[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]

[torchbearer]

[ 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.

[reneger]

( 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.

[robintohood]

[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.

[definecat]

[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.]

[torchbearer]

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.

[reneger]

( 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. )

[robintohood]

[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.

[definecat]

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.]

[torchbearer]

[ 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. ]

[reneger]

( 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. )

[robintohood]

[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]