( jason can handle it just fine, even if he had been after bruce's attention. he drops the thug he's been dragging around, lets him fall to the floor. there's thug number four, who jason knew was behind him but given the distance between them, figured - hell, he can worry about that in a minute.
a minute that never comes, because bruce has it handled. so jason's attention turns back to thug number three, who's coming in for round two. he could take his time, but instead jason's raising one a gun, aims and fires it at the guy's gut where he knows it'll bleed plenty to stop him, but won't kill him as long as he gets it tended to within a reasonable amount of time.
and once he's keeling over, arms wrapped around his gut, jason turns his attention back to bruce.
rests the barrel of the gun against his shoulder. )
Three an' one. You'll have to jump in sooner next time if you wanna win.
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a minute that never comes, because bruce has it handled. so jason's attention turns back to thug number three, who's coming in for round two. he could take his time, but instead jason's raising one a gun, aims and fires it at the guy's gut where he knows it'll bleed plenty to stop him, but won't kill him as long as he gets it tended to within a reasonable amount of time.
and once he's keeling over, arms wrapped around his gut, jason turns his attention back to bruce.
rests the barrel of the gun against his shoulder. )
Three an' one. You'll have to jump in sooner next time if you wanna win.