( thanks, because he didn't want to go swinging even more. jason's done with that. he's done it once, once was enough. he unhooks his grapple from the branch to save it rather than cutting it loose as he might have in the city, where he's got extras. shoves it into his pocket, before swinging his way down and off the tree. if he lands in a crouch that could be compared to a superhero pose - well, that's just coincidence. )
No, we're not.
( and he's--dusting off his shirt, clearing off the tree bits he'd gathered. )
no subject
No, we're not.
( and he's--dusting off his shirt, clearing off the tree bits he'd gathered. )
We've been pulled into some asshat's game.