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[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?

Gonna have to since our usual referees aren't around.

[For better or for worse]

No guns or headshots.

[Jason takes off his holstered guns]

What else?

( junior removes his guns, and jason slouches down to start undoing the thigh holsters for his own. it's only fair, and they really don't need a repeat of last time. once they're unstrapped, he opens a compartment on his bike and slides them into it, closing them inside.

presses fingers against a spot just in front of the bike seat, which slides open revealing--a hood, very, very similar to junior's own. one jason's raising up to slide on and lock into place. )

Avoid major arteries.

Edited 2023-09-18 20:40 (UTC)

[Jason narrows his eyes at his double as the older man puts on his helmet. He already knew that older Jason would have his own helmet but physically seeing it still pisses him off. He carved himself a position and a look. Those aren't things he's willing to share]

Blades, powers, and any other toys are still fair game.

Sounds fair.

( the voice modulator kicks in, leaves jason's voice sounding a little deeper, more robotic. he doesn't waste anymore time; just lurches forward with his hands curled into fists.

raises one to swing it towards junior's gut. )

[Jason sidesteps, grabs the fist that was aiming for his stomach and tries to flip the older man's momentum into throwing him onto the ground]

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