( junior's making a mess, and jason's in just the right mood to make it even messier. when the two mobsters step out and start firing at him, he doesn't even flinch. someone looking at just the right angle may see the way the shadows creep up, deflecting bullets to keep them from hitting him. but he's careful to mask it; to wait until just the last moment, to keep the area it covers small, to make it as unnoticeable as possible.
it's a scare tactic. he's just a nameless vigilante here--not a crime lord, and while he'd had a moniker at one point, it'd been abandoned with the old look. jason's just a guy pulling off his bike helmet and settling it against his hip, domino mask covering his eyes and hair just long enough it's starting to curl over his brow.
his head tips to the side, watching the mobsters with mock interest before he's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. watches, as they look to their guns, look to him, start shooting again before realizing it's fucking pointless and starting his way. )
Damn, an' here I was about to ask if I was gonna have to wait all damn day for you to get your shit together. ( his voice is lower, closer to a growl, to the tone he'd gotten used to hearing from batman, but the bowery drawl is stronger, too. jason doesn't reach for his guns, but instead flicks his arm out towards the thugs. throws a few of the throwing knives straight at them. one hits the fingers of thug number one, where his hand had raised with the gun to shoot at him when jason'd raised his own arm. hopefully he hadn't needed those. the other two hit into the arm of thug number two, just as jason's lowering his stance and running straight for them. he came here for a fight, he's going to get it even if it turns into him mostly smearing their blood all over the pavement. )
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it's a scare tactic. he's just a nameless vigilante here--not a crime lord, and while he'd had a moniker at one point, it'd been abandoned with the old look. jason's just a guy pulling off his bike helmet and settling it against his hip, domino mask covering his eyes and hair just long enough it's starting to curl over his brow.
his head tips to the side, watching the mobsters with mock interest before he's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. watches, as they look to their guns, look to him, start shooting again before realizing it's fucking pointless and starting his way. )
Damn, an' here I was about to ask if I was gonna have to wait all damn day for you to get your shit together. ( his voice is lower, closer to a growl, to the tone he'd gotten used to hearing from batman, but the bowery drawl is stronger, too. jason doesn't reach for his guns, but instead flicks his arm out towards the thugs. throws a few of the throwing knives straight at them. one hits the fingers of thug number one, where his hand had raised with the gun to shoot at him when jason'd raised his own arm. hopefully he hadn't needed those. the other two hit into the arm of thug number two, just as jason's lowering his stance and running straight for them. he came here for a fight, he's going to get it even if it turns into him mostly smearing their blood all over the pavement. )