( there's a sliver of hope as he dashes for him, fleeting as it is, that jason might be able to deflect. that he might be able to react as he'd been trying to with their exposure therapy they'd done together, but.
he doesn't make it in time.
jason takes the crowbar to the side of his head β hears the way it cracks within the darkness β and drops to the ground with an equally hard thud. there's a sound that's caught between a growl and a sharp cry of pain as bruce throws himself into "the shadow joker" and slams the baton he wields into his stomach, knocking him off and away, laughter spilling from his cracked lips as he does.
dropping down next to jason, bruce is reaching out for him β touching his shoulder, eyes wide with fear and concern and he just barely gets jason's name out of him when he's smacked over the head with that same crowbar. the darkness buzzes around him as he drops down onto his side, the cowl providing a layer of protection but not enough to prove completely resistant.
bruce staggers β sound strangled there on his lips as he blinks through the darkness. the ringing in his head is enough to make him pass out and he almost wants to. but he catches the sight of "the shadow joker" there grinning like a mad clown to him over jason's body there on the ground, swinging that crowbar back and forth, as if he intends to start wailing on him with it and bruce struggles to reach out for his fallen baton.
two seconds pass before his eyes fall back onto jason and he's grunting as he reaches inside his utility belt β pulls out a shot of something unmistakably green and jams it into an opening hidden within his suit on his leg. eyes nearly roll back into his head as the serum pumps through his veins almost instantly and then he's up. angry. running right into "the shadow joker" and taking the brunt of the hit from the crowbar to his arm before he's kicking him down. before he's suddenly on him. beating him. over and over and over again. )
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he doesn't make it in time.
jason takes the crowbar to the side of his head β hears the way it cracks within the darkness β and drops to the ground with an equally hard thud. there's a sound that's caught between a growl and a sharp cry of pain as bruce throws himself into "the shadow joker" and slams the baton he wields into his stomach, knocking him off and away, laughter spilling from his cracked lips as he does.
dropping down next to jason, bruce is reaching out for him β touching his shoulder, eyes wide with fear and concern and he just barely gets jason's name out of him when he's smacked over the head with that same crowbar. the darkness buzzes around him as he drops down onto his side, the cowl providing a layer of protection but not enough to prove completely resistant.
bruce staggers β sound strangled there on his lips as he blinks through the darkness. the ringing in his head is enough to make him pass out and he almost wants to. but he catches the sight of "the shadow joker" there grinning like a mad clown to him over jason's body there on the ground, swinging that crowbar back and forth, as if he intends to start wailing on him with it and bruce struggles to reach out for his fallen baton.
two seconds pass before his eyes fall back onto jason and he's grunting as he reaches inside his utility belt β pulls out a shot of something unmistakably green and jams it into an opening hidden within his suit on his leg. eyes nearly roll back into his head as the serum pumps through his veins almost instantly and then he's up. angry. running right into "the shadow joker" and taking the brunt of the hit from the crowbar to his arm before he's kicking him down. before he's suddenly on him. beating him. over and over and over again. )