knows it too well. has heard it echo through the walls of arkham during his brief stay, remembers hearing it as the crowbar slammed into him over and over again. remembers it while he and tim were getting fucked over together. remembers it too from the recording of tim getting tortured while their bruce, who had been here did fuck all to prevent it from happening again.
knows his face, too. his voice. the shit smile that spreads across his lips that makes jason want to vomit, especially with the words that are coming out of his mouth. always walking in daddy's shadow - the fuck he is. jason was here first, had gone in after bruce because someone had to, he's not robin anymore, he doesn't follow bruce's shit rules except for when he does like - now. now he is. not for bruce, never for bruce, but -
he could open his mouth, throw words straight into joker's face. knows they've made too much noise, they're attracting outsiders, he doubts this is anything more than just another mirage meant to fuck with them.
does none of that and instead raises his gun, lips pressed into a tight line, and fires off every goddamn bullet in its magazine in quick succession: four going straight for his head, the remaining three straight for his heart. keeps pressing on the trigger even after he knows it's emptied. )
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knows it too well. has heard it echo through the walls of arkham during his brief stay, remembers hearing it as the crowbar slammed into him over and over again. remembers it while he and tim were getting fucked over together. remembers it too from the recording of tim getting tortured while their bruce, who had been here did fuck all to prevent it from happening again.
knows his face, too. his voice. the shit smile that spreads across his lips that makes jason want to vomit, especially with the words that are coming out of his mouth. always walking in daddy's shadow - the fuck he is. jason was here first, had gone in after bruce because someone had to, he's not robin anymore, he doesn't follow bruce's shit rules except for when he does like - now. now he is. not for bruce, never for bruce, but -
he could open his mouth, throw words straight into joker's face. knows they've made too much noise, they're attracting outsiders, he doubts this is anything more than just another mirage meant to fuck with them.
does none of that and instead raises his gun, lips pressed into a tight line, and fires off every goddamn bullet in its magazine in quick succession: four going straight for his head, the remaining three straight for his heart. keeps pressing on the trigger even after he knows it's emptied. )