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[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.

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[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]

( junior grabs hold of him, tries to throw him, and it's hilarious because--well. they've all learned how to turn that against their enemies, haven't they? unfortunately for jason, he isn't a small little flippy thing anymore; he's all muscle, bulky with the intention of making himself terrifying, but it also means he's not as flexible as he used to be.

so he can't bend himself into a pretzel to get his legs around junior's neck and yank him down, but he can dig his fingers in right under junior's hood to try and pull his head back uncomfortably while junior throws jason over. if he's going down, they're both going down. )

[Jason grunts in pain and in anger as he gets pulled down and hits the ground. That was a lot more sloppier than he would've liked. He attempts to untangle himself just enough to reach for his combat knife. He agreed not to hit major arteries but there was still plenty of room to stab him in other places, like in the femur]

( the knife hits his leg, but it doesn't break through the armored suit he's wearing. the impact still hurts, but it's not nearly as bad as it could have been.

and jason's looking down to his leg where the knife hit, snorts as he pulls himself back up to his feet slowly and--the armor over his chest starts dissipating, leaving behind the plain black tank he'd been wearing under it. there's no longer protection on his chest, his neck, his arms under the jacket--he'd do away with it over his legs, too, except--well, he's not wearing pants pants over it this time. )

You said toys're allowed, but I'd sure hate to be accused of cheating with my shit. This even it out a bit more? ( with a gesture down to his chest, which is very under-protected now. )

[Still armed with his combat knife, Jason scoffs and glares at older Jay. He doesn't like nor trust the man's offer]

What? You pitying me or something? Last I checked, I managed to nail some good hits on you even with your fancy suit on.

Yeah, 'cause you shot me. Repeatedly.

( but there are no guns this time, are there? and he sincerely doubts junior'd be able to fuck up his ribs that badly without the impact from bullets slamming into him. not that he's not physically capable of it, just--he won't be able to catch jason off guard enough to get him down that hard.

jason pulls out his own combat knife, a near-replica of junior's own, and flips it between his fingers. )

Round two?

Fine.

[Jason charges forward, aiming to slash across the chest. As much as he doesn't trust older Jay taking off his seemingly best armor, the opportunity to keep fighting and testing each other is too good to give up now]

( that's better.

jason dodges the knife at the last moment, lets it cut through the fabric of his tank top. it leaves a nice cut across his chest, but it's not deep. jason let junior get in close for a good reason: it means he's right in range of jason's knife, too. which he's lowering, to try and shove into his side just below his ribcage. )

[Older Jay's attack is partially blunted by Jason's body armor and him jerking away. There's a gash on the material but no blood yet.

Now Jason's somewhat keeping distance. He's calculating and figuring out which one of his toys to use next. They're not supposed to do overkill this time]

( junior tries to put distance between them, but jason isn't about that. he's grinning, and trying to shove his way right back into junior's personal space. if they're going to fight, he may as well take advantage of his larger size, right? because he knows damn well junior's likely a little faster than him--and while he can't fix that, he can use brute strength to his advantage.

and raise the knife up, hilt aimed straight for the side of junior's hood. )

[Though the helmet's protecting him, the impact still knocks Jason's head back. He knows his older self has the strength advantage so he'll have to compensate in other ways.

He throws his combat knife at older Jay before charging forward, seemingly aiming to punch him in the face]

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