( his backpack is well-equipped. jason packed it with the apocalypse in mind: there's nres, a couple water bottles, a small pot, flint rocks, an extremely well-packed first aid kit, a spare outfit, hunting knives, throwing knives, wire, a few extra clips, an electromagnetic flashlight, dust mask, burner phone, garbage bags, matches - you know, as much as he could feasibly shove into a bag just in case. luckily for both of them, jason has known this bruce long enough to know that while passing out is never ideal, falling back under while being carried off by some asshole in a cowl generally isn't going to end terribly for him. he feels the weight settle back over his head, the tinny ringing in his left ear still loud enough he's almost worried about it, but - lets his eyes close, doesn't fight it off.
wakes up who the hell knows how long later with the ringing still in his hear but ignores it as he bolts himself upright. immediately regrets it, when how off balance he feels is enough to make him nauseous. his forearm presses down against the floor under him, eyes opening just long enough to confirm it's bruce close by and not something. . . worse, before they're closing once more.
much better.
even if everything else coming back is making him feel like shit. how pathetic; he'd come after bruce to try and get them both out. he should have been better than this. knows damn well he's better trained than this bruce is at this point, and yet - one hit, and he was down. all it took was one swing at him by--couldn't have been joker, there wouldn't have been two of them if it had been real. taken out by a nightmare of his own making, which is even worse. shit. he deserves bruce's bitching about him being stupid to follow him down if this is how jason contributes. deserves the hit, too, if that's all it takes to put him down. the ringing's going to drive him nuts, but at least jason's conscious enough to recognize it for what it most likely is, and - opens his mouth. )
's my ear bleeding? Or just my head?
( no need to answer that, he's raising his own hand to feel along the outside of his ear. his fingers come away wet which - not ideal, could be worse. still hurts like a bitch, but. wiping his fingers off on his thigh, he reaches up for the zipper on the bag. misses until he drags his hand along the side of the bag until fingers catch on it and--yank it down. )
no subject
wakes up who the hell knows how long later with the ringing still in his hear but ignores it as he bolts himself upright. immediately regrets it, when how off balance he feels is enough to make him nauseous. his forearm presses down against the floor under him, eyes opening just long enough to confirm it's bruce close by and not something. . . worse, before they're closing once more.
much better.
even if everything else coming back is making him feel like shit. how pathetic; he'd come after bruce to try and get them both out. he should have been better than this. knows damn well he's better trained than this bruce is at this point, and yet - one hit, and he was down. all it took was one swing at him by--couldn't have been joker, there wouldn't have been two of them if it had been real. taken out by a nightmare of his own making, which is even worse. shit. he deserves bruce's bitching about him being stupid to follow him down if this is how jason contributes. deserves the hit, too, if that's all it takes to put him down. the ringing's going to drive him nuts, but at least jason's conscious enough to recognize it for what it most likely is, and - opens his mouth. )
's my ear bleeding? Or just my head?
( no need to answer that, he's raising his own hand to feel along the outside of his ear. his fingers come away wet which - not ideal, could be worse. still hurts like a bitch, but. wiping his fingers off on his thigh, he reaches up for the zipper on the bag. misses until he drags his hand along the side of the bag until fingers catch on it and--yank it down. )