Being alone is something Donnie can't fathom. Maybe finding that he really wasn't alone in a place like this had spoiled him, and then when he'd taken it for granted, life sucker-punched him when he'd already been knocked off his feet.

The brisk run had warmed him up some, so he did come up to some degree on Jason's radar. Weird enough to be familiar, or at least seem off? Or maybe just moving too fast. Donnie knows better than to stand still for long, he's aware he's not the only one sporting such tech and that'd probably become clear to Red Hood as well once he sees the figure react.

Donnie throws himself to the side, hearing the metal whistle past. He doesn't get a breath before he's pushing himself into a backwards cartwheel to avoid the bolas. Just how many of those things does the guy keep on him anyway? Still too close- it's hard gauging what you can't clearly see, and he feels one of the bolas snag his foot. Immediately he shifts his hands on the ground, bracing himself with his arms as he cuts his cartwheel short, twisting his lower half of his body in a pseudo-breakdance maneuver so he can keep the bolas' momentum going with his leg, not giving it a chance to wrap around as he lashes out his foot to send it flying back in Red Hood's direction.