metalogs | explosions on tv ( open )

( 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. )

[Meanwhile, younger Jason tosses a flash grenade at the two gunmen firing at him. With the mobsters temporarily blind, Jason fires back at them. One gets slugged twice in the chest. While the other gets shot in the arm and shoulder]

You guys missed me that much, huh?

[The goon who was shot in the chest groans but manages to get back up]

Cute. You remembered your bulletproof vests for once.

[Jason jumps over the parked car he had used for cover and charges forward to pummel him]

( he'll remember later to go back through junior's shit, steal some of his shinier toys. jason's gotten used to keeping it simple; while tim had passed on a few flashbangs, he'd used up most of them fighting off the void monsters--and he hadn't thought to restock them on his person just yet. dickie? gets all the shiny loud toys. but jason's just fine sticking with doing shit the old fashioned way: sticking the pointy end into soft bits.

but toys are fun, and he's glad the domino mask he's wearing does have adaptive lenses that prevent him from getting fucked up by the light show. it gets his own two mobster's attention back towards junior, too, but jason isn't having any of that. no, he's sauntering in closer, using junior's presence on the other end to box the four of them in. )

For the record, before we finish this off--I'm only here 'cause this's my turf now, an' you idiots were stupid enough to rampage through it guns blazing. ( it wasn't his turf until two seconds before he spit it out. but jason's calling dibs now. ) If you're real lucky, one of you'll get to go pass it on up the line. After the good ol' doc's done wiring up your jaw.

( because they're swinging for him as he gets in closer, but jason's ready for it. the poor guy who's lost a finger and should be focusing on finding it to get it on ice swings for him with his uninjured hand, and jason grabs onto it, holding tight as he twists away from the other guy's hit and--oh, that sounded like something in his poor wrist. . . definitely didn't make it out okay. the piercing yelp that follows confirms it; jason releases the arm, but only so he can kick guy number one into guy number two. he's not paying attention to junior and his two men. figures he can handle them just fine on his own, and if he can't--well, that's his own damn fault for starting fights, isn't it? )

[The Jasons boxing the four mobsters also means younger Jason can’t shoot his guns again without risking older Jason getting shot by accident. He’d rather shoot his double on his own terms instead of it being in the middle of a different fight. Plus, getting up close and personal to beat up thugs is fun.

Jason clicks his tongue again at older Jason saying they’re in his territory. That’ll have to be corrected at a different time.

The goon wearing the bulletproof vest gets punched across the jaw and stabbed in the shoulder with Jason’s combat knife. Jason then kicks him hard in the stomach into the other goon with the gunshot wounds in the arm and shoulder]

A few months of being quiet and you braindead goons thought I’d be rusty?

[Jason then calmly walks over to the bleeding goons with a handgun ready]

( jason has always been rough.

he learned to fight dirty long before he learned to fight any other way. went out of his way to pick up the nastiest tricks from the nastiest asshats talia could scrounge up for him. it'd be a lie to say he didn't get a kind of satisfaction from fucking them over. from watching them squirm, the way they'd made so many others do before jason got his hands on them. and there is no reason to hold back here, is there? these guys are junior's enemies, which clearly means they earned his ire somehow - and jason knows himself well enough to know junior's enemies would clearly also be his enemies.

the other birds aren't around. these guys made themselves free game when they decided to get into a high speed chase with the red hood of all people, and jason was just itching to bruise his knuckles on someone. it's perfect.

the feral grin that spreads across his lips, all teeth and violence, makes that clear enough. there's no hesitation in the way he steps forward. in the way he reaches for the two thugs he'd called dibs on and works real hard to ruin them. one swings a fist, and jason bends their wrist back enough to snap it in retaliation. one lurches for him with a knife, and he takes it straight from his hand to shove it into his eye socket.

they try and flee, and jason's raising fists to beat them senseless. he's not killing them; even in his brutality he's careful to keep his blows from being hard enough to knock them out for good. but it becomes clear enough quickly that he's working something out on them, and they're not going to be walking out of this.

they'll be lucky to walk at all, when he's finished. )

[Meanwhile, younger Jason decides to end his fight quick. He needs to get back to the Backbreakers soon and plot out their defenses.

Before the men can try to whip out their guns again, Jason fires at their heads. He has a truce with the BatFamily but that doesn't mean he's agreed to follow the No Kill rule again. Plus, he doesn't need all of the thugs alive to make his message to he D'Amicos clear]

( bye to those guys.

jason hears the gun, but doesn't even turn around to take a look. he knows whose gun it is, knows who's going down and who isn't. he doesn't need to know anything else. he drops the last guy down onto the ground with a knife to his knee, swings his leg into his midsection after before raising his foot to slam the heel of his boot right into his nose.

he'll live. maybe slightly better off than the guy missing an eye, but whether or not he'll be able to run again is--well. signs point to no.

and jason's tipping his head back to look over towards junior. drops his eyes down to the corpses, then raises them back up to the hood. )

You gonna leave your mess out like that?

Nah. I'm nice enough to clean up after myself.

[Which he's mentally doing now by calling Sleeper through their bond]

All of this just the warm-up for the main event or you were feeling like a nice guy tonight?

Said I was gonna destroy you, didn't I? I can't let these guys do it before I get the chance.

( jason is leaving his mess behind, though. they're still breathing, and jason's bending down to grab one by the back of his shirt. starts dragging him towards the car. )

Aww. I almost feel like thanking you.

[He looks back at the car]

Only need one to play messenger for the other thugs.

Do what you want. ( preferably while he's got his hands busy dragging this guy into the car. ) I'm following the rules like a good boy.

( even if he says it with enough sarcasm laced into each syllable to make the intention behind it--doubtful. jason would still put people down, if they really deserved it. but he doesn't know these guys, and he's not adding them to his bodycount. )

[Meanwhile, younger Jason has few qualms with racking up his body count more, especially when when those people had just tried to shoot him. He shoots the remaining mobster in the head]

Nice to know you got integrity. That leash looking a little too tight for you?

( the unconscious mobster gets thrown into the passenger seat of their car, before jason's closing the door behind him and grabbing a set of keys out of his pocket.

digs the key into the side of the car as he walks up to the front of it. there is no bat on his chest, not anymore, but he is keying one into the hood of the car. whether it's to piss off bruce or send the mob mixed signals--well. why not both? )

You wanna step on over here and find out, little guy? 'cause I'd be more than happy to show you just how tight it is.

[Jason's smirking under his helmet as he watches older Jason do casual vandalism on the car. There's a sadistic (or maybe masochistic?) pleasure in poking at his double's buttons]

You weren't the most efficient on time but I'll give ya points for style and creativity.

( eventually, the cops are going to come around. or the alliance heroes, or any number of people they don't want involved in their business. this wasn't a quiet fight, and they're out in public spaces. it's not a safe space for them to get into it.

it doesn't stop jason from turning out towards junior with the key dragging it's way down the hood. )

Wasn't aiming for time efficient. ( he was aiming to work out some of his aggression, which--the eye stabbing definitely helped with that. the key drags down further until jason swipes it against the car bumper, and shoves it back into his pocket. )

[Jason's posture seems relaxed and casual but he's ready to launch into another fight with older Jason again if needed]

Entertainment then? Not very Bat of you, huh?

I look like a Bat to you?

( he's following the rules, mostly. jason's behaving, but that doesn't make him one of them.

and he really, really hopes junior says yes. )

[Jason scoffs as his hands hover a little closer to one of his guns]

More than me.

( junior knows what he's doing. what he's asking for. jason can tell, by the way he reaches for the gun. he knows, and so jason doesn't feel bad at all about raising his hand up and, with a flick of his wrist, throwing the knife he'd just wiped clean straight towards junior's shoulder. )

[Jason shoots the knife away like he's doing skeet shooting]

Cute.

[Jason's well aware that he's purposely goading older Jay. If the guy's going to insist on destroying him, then there's not much of a need on being nice]

( there really is no need to be nice, is there. no one's here to get in their way. no one's around they have to worry about. jason's fairly certain dickie's back at the apartment, not patrolling the streets of central city.

the knife clatters on the ground, and jason looks down to it, then back up to junior. raises a brow. )

You wanna do this here, or should we take it someplace we won't get interrupted?

[Jason holsters his guns again]

Best to find a private spot. Don't want anyone snooping.

[Sure, he had other plans tonight but self-control seems to drop and that itch to fight himself is always too tempting to turn down]

Lead the way.

( because he's turning around to get back to his bike. he's not leaving it at a crime scene full of bodies. )

[Jason also walks back to his motorcycle and gets on it, not wanting to risk leaving behind too much evidence. As soon as both Jasons are on their bikes, the younger one starts up his and zooms off towards a junkyard at the edge of Central]

( the responsible thing to do would be to get on his bike and drive away from all of this. not just the mess of bodies, but in the opposite direction of junior, too. except he does the opposite and follows after junior as soon as he's settled on his bike. jason's runs almost completely silently, modified for stealth in a year centuries ahead of their own timeline. it hovers, too, which is what it was mainly built to do. but he's not showing off right now.

he's following junior to his slummy junkyard, stopping his bike soon as junior stops his own, and pulls himself off of it. )

We settin' rules?

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