Who: bruce wayne
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batsymbol & jason todd
renegerWhat: a fun family trip
When: late january into early february
Where: excelsior, the shadow realm
Content Warnings: shadowbugs, joker, head trauma, discussion of child trafficking and sexual assault, comic book violence
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knocked out cold before he even has a chance to retaliate. there's blood pooling under him on the ground from where the crowbar managed to break through skin - this is why he has a goddamn hood. a hood meant to keep his brains from getting bashed out of his skull. what a stupid, stupid move, getting rid of it. jason doesn't know how long it's been since the moment he hit the ground and the moment he manages to open his eyes; it could be minutes or hours, but the ringing in his head hasn't subsided at all. blood drips from the side of his head onto his temple, over the domino mask as he gets his palms down against the ground under him. watches blood drip down into the puddle he's already got beneath him. or tries to watch anyway, but it's hard to concentrate when everything's spinning around him.
he hears the impact of fists against flesh. thinks for a moment it must be him getting his ass beat before realizing that - no, he's managing to sit up just fine, nothing's on him, he can't feel it. his head aches, and trying to get himself up is proving futile when he can't tell which way is up and which way is down. there's blood in his mouth, he can taste it, and when he parts his lips to try and find words it's dripping down to form its own puddle under his head.
fuck.
it's not his first concussion, won't be his last. he needs to get up. )
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he reaches for the crowbar β intends to swing it down and crack the shadow joker's face with it, when he sees jason move then out of the corner of his eye in doing so, and while the high still courses through him, it's enough to pull him away from the scarred clown there beneath him.
around them, there's sounds. bellows coming from directions that are almost difficult to pinpoint. he stalks his way to jason, scoops up the bag he'd brought with him, as well as the emptied gun, and he grabs jason's arm as he kneels down. intending to throw him over his shoulder. )
Stay with me.
( the words are considerably more low than bruce usually uses. his heart pounding, pupils blown. resisting the anger that he can feel screaming at him from the inside. he wants to go back and keep punching the shadow joker. but he needs to get jason out of here. or at least, away from this spot in particular. )
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but the world is spinning around him, he can still hear joker's laugh. blood is dripping off his face and down onto the floor, and jason's struggling to find his balance with the ringing in his ear. he needs to get up, because they're not in a place where he can afford to lay around like this.
something touches him, and his arm swings back to hit it but the sudden movement only makes his stomach drop. he dry heaves, lurching forward before he's getting thrown over bruce's shoulder and -
doesn't that bring back memories. because jason's not light, he's not easy to lug around. dick can do it short term, tim can drag him, but he's two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle, and outside of their more superhuman partners, there's not many who can just throw him over a shoulder and carry him off. )
--onna need stitches.
( but he's not going anywhere. probably. )
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( because jason isn't the only one who's going to need some patching up. the shot he'd taken will only last so long before it wears off and he starts to feel the pain of everything. it's why he's been working on the shots he'd brought with him. to make them last longer. make them stronger.
it's with one last look over to where he'd left the shadow joker that he finds him gone β to no surprise β and takes off from the scene as quickly as he can with someone as big as jason thrown over his back. the clown might be gone for the moment, but it doesn't mean they're out of the woods. especially with the sounds echoing around them within the darkness.
he knows a spot. he just needs to get them there.
when jason wakes, he'll find himself laid out on the floor of what appears to be another cave. his head's carefully propped up against the backpack he'd brought with him β bruce's cape draped over him as a means to be a blanket to keep him covered. keep him warm. bandages wrapped around his head, bruce having done the best that he could with the injury jason had sustained from the shadow joker. it's easier to do it on someone else than on himself and with jason having been out of it at the time, he'd been able to get through it a lot quicker, flashlight held between his teeth as he did.
jason's mask is removed β set aside beside him, bruce having removed his cowl. tending to his own wound there on his head had been more difficult, given the fact that he lacks a mirror, proper lighting, and only has whatever's on hand in jason's backpack. a struggle that he finds some relief with with the help of the adrenaline shots he has. it's not perfect, but it'll do.
bruce is close by, hunched over some by the wall of the cave. keeping watch. trying to stay awake. glancing over to jason every now and then when he's not marking things down on the ground of the cave. keeping track. keeping count. )
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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. )
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bruce is seconds away from passing out β he's been keeping watch the entire time jason's been out and, ordinarily, he can manage fine on little sleep, but. he's been put through the ringer a bit and he can feel his body burning out on him. it's why he fingers one of the adrenaline shots there at his side. resisting the urge to shove it into the hidden opening there in his suit on his leg. he needs to save them. in case anything like that happens again. but he's tired and they give him the energy and strength that he needs.
it's because of jason's abrupt waking that he's able to take his mind off the shot and look over to the other there in the darkness, save for the light that he leaves going between them. )
You should drink something. ( he nods towards the water bottles nearby, bruce having taken one for himself and rationing it the best he can. ) You've been out for a few hours.
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( from what he's seen of the rest of this place, jason doesn't know what the hell their water supply is going to be after what he brought runs out. the zipper goes down, and he's reaching inside for the first aid kit. pulls out a bottle of tylenol and palms a few tablets after struggling to get the lid off - and presses his hand to his mouth to swallow them down dry. they might have to ration those, too, later. but that's a later problem.
a now problem is squinting across the distance between himself and bruce. notes the cowl not being on, how worn down bruce looks. jason's been out a few hours, apparently, but bruce has been up since who the fuck knows when.
jason still feels off balance, but he's got four limbs and a wall close by he can half-crawl towards and lean his back up against. )
Mild concussion. Might've ruptured an eardrum, might've not. ( just, you know, taking inventory. but he's waving it off a moment after. ) I'll take point, you get a nap in.
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( he's not, but. that's how this family is. always pretending they are. always pushing themselves until they physically can't anymore.
slowly, a leg stretches out in front of him and he's careful in the way he slips the shot back into its holster, bruce letting his head lean back against the wall of the cave he's been at now for those few hours jason's been out. his hair's a bit of a mess, the dark circles under his eyes even darker than they usually are with the greasepaint a smeared mess across his face, and still he keeps his eyes open. if even just barely. staring across into the darkness. quiet. )
It's nearly been twelve hours. ( he murmurs. ) I've been keeping track.
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( so not just a short nap, but a long nap. long enough to be concerned about potential brain damage, especially given the hit jason took. twelve hours after his arrival would be roughly eleven and a half after jason's, and their squabble didn't last that long. twelve hours since he last slept wouldn't cause the dark circles under his eyes. probably. he is still just a baby bat after all.
his hand raises again, feeling along the side of his skull. winces when it hurts, but it doesn't feel too swollen. doesn't feel like anything too concerning. jason's cracked open his head a few times, he knows how hard someone has to swing something into it to break it. hopefully it's - fine. they don't have much here, and jason doesn't have room to worry about it. his balance is off, but he's not particularly fuzzy around the edges. it's something he'll need to keep an eye out for, but. . not now, that's a later problem. )
I'm not gonna be able to go anywhere anytime soon. Sleep for a bit. I've got -- ( right, an internal clock. the implant on his goddamn brain, which doesn't match up with the timetable bruce is going off of. not quite. lips twist into a scowl. )
've got a neural implant. Long story. ( eyes closing again. bruce's are open, jason can save his from having to deal with the light a bit longer. ) But 's got a clock. Timer's off.
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( because he feels that might be something important to know. what with his keeping track of time ticking by and all. )
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( and let the crew know what was going on and where he was going before he fucked off after him. waited, to see if bruce would come out on his own. if anyone had seen him and he was just avoiding jason. he figured - the longer he waited, the worse it might turn out. jumping in after him was the only option he was left with. )
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It'd been almost three hours when you finally showed up.
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( no quick save from their pals back home then. good to know. not that he's expecting they'll need it, they'll find a way out. hopefully a lot sooner than that. if they're lucky, they'll manage it before kyle flies away from where jason went in. )
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( like people apparently do from here.
slowly, bruce reaches forward for the water bottle he'd taken for himself and, hunched over some, arm draped across his one bent knee, he stares to the bottle. quiet. )
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( his thumb curls in, fabric-covered fingers feeling along the inside of the green ring on his finger. the one that'd saved his ass when he was reaching for - something. hadn't done jack shit when jason's head wasn't in it. makes sense, given it's will-powered. )
Bucky's got an implant, too. My messages aren't going through, but it's still showing he's here. If I'm out too long, he'll get his ass in gear. If not him, Rayner's got his own tracker on me. Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure a real ring wouldn't let me put it on, an' anything he makes isn't gonna keep unless he wants it to. He'll feel it.
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Least that means I didn't miss an engagement party.
( he lifts his gaze from the bottle he still holds, smile so very faint there on his lips, before he licks it over, swallows it down, and gestures to jason with his chin. )
I should take a look at it. Now that you're moving around.
( see how well the stitches are holding up and if it looks any worse. )
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( brows furrow, and he almost launches into a tirade about how not like that it is, except he realizes it's a waste of breath and the more he argues now not like that it is, the more bruce is going to think it is, in fact, like that.
so he raises his hand instead. waves it. )
Middle finger.
( wrong finger for engagement rings. see. )
Look at it, then take a goddamn nap.
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either way, with a hand braced against the wall he's leaning on, it takes him a couple seconds to find the strength within him to push himself up and then he's slowly making his way over to jason, boots scuffing against the ground as he goes. flashlight slowly pulled from his belt, he clicks it on and gestures for jason to tilt his head some. )
We need to make sure you're about as ok as you can be here.
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( but he tilts his head, even if the movement does knock him off balance enough he's quickly moving a hand out to catch himself. it shouldn't, wouldn't usually, but. )
Give me a couple hours, an' I'll be good to go.
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It doesn't seem to be getting worse and far as I can tell, isn't infected.
( that had been one of his concerns when dragging him here. )
I can see in the dark fine enough. From a distance though... you need to be the eyes for that.
( to see things coming β see where they can and can't go.
dropping his hand away from jason's head, he reaches for the other water bottle. takes a moment to uncap it before he's holding it out for jason to take. )
Give me an hour. I don't need more than that.
( he does, but. he'll make do with an hour for a nap. )
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( if they need it. his wound at this point doesn't seem to be that bad though. he's hardheaded; give him a few hours, he'll figure it out. he'd bitch to bruce about how he doesn't need water right now, but - jason already tried that before, and clearly it didn't work. so he takes the bottle. doesn't bring it up to his mouth yet, but he'll get there. )
I'll keep an eye on the time. If anything pops up, 'll shove you over.
( he'll make sure bruce gets more than an hour. closer to three or four, as long as jason's head doesn't get any worse while he's out. it takes him a minute to get the water bottle up enough to take a drink out of it, and he's careful not to drink too much of it. they'll need to figure out next steps once bruce has had enough rest. figure out where the hell they are, and how they're going to get out. )
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( about the medication and that he'll wake him if need be.
gentle as it is, he lets his gloved hand give a slow couple pats to the top of jason's head β away from the wound, obviously, before he's letting himself drop down near jason. his back hits the wall first, knees coming to bend, and he slowly descends down to the ground, a heaviness leaving him in a breath as he does. he's tired. anyone can see that even here in the dark like this. he looks down to his belt, fingers a pouch, and gently thumbs at a timer he has β one hour β before he's putting it back in.
hand rubbing down his face, he lazily peeks through his fingers before his eyes are falling shut and he's letting his head tilt back against the wall. drifting. so much easier and quicker than he thought he would. until he's finally out. somewhat against his will. giving in to the exhaustion he's been fighting off for hours now. )
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drops it down when he's done with it and leans back against the wall right next to bruce, his shoulder resting against the other's own. there's nothing to keep him busy, so he finds things to pass the time. counts idly in his head to one hundred, then counts back down. idly goes through the contents in his fridge to build a grocery list he's not going to be able to get to for a while but it's something to keep his mind busy.
and waits.
lets bruce sleep as long as he needs because nothing's coming at them currently, jason's not in a good state to move much anyway, and bruce needs it regardless.
it's not until he hears a loud croak several hours later that he reaches out for bruce, side of his fist pounding gently at the bat on his chest. jason's pulling himself up using the wall before even verifying bruce is awake, eyeing the opening of the cave. )
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it's not the ringing from his timer, nor the cruel sights within his dream that wakes him, but the tapping at his symbol there in the center of his chest. it's with a bit of a start β bruce taking a second to assess where he is and he looks over to jason. )
What is it?
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does a one-handed sign for big, before his lips purse, trying to think of the right way to. . . word it. signs no heat: there's no heat signature coming off of it. jason reaches for his bag, drags it over so he can throw it over a shoulder. starts towards the cave's opening but stops before he gets too close to the entrance. keeps himself turned towards the entrance, but signs behind him, letter for letter, w o l f. )
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