"I don't know," Jason exhales, his face so expressionless that were any there to witness it, they'd say he hadn't meant to speak at all. He spreads his fingers against the opposite side of the machine that holds his father, and thinks,
batarang in my gauntlet, stalactite twenty meters at eight o'clock, point five seconds to deploy, six seconds to safe distance, how -
Batman shifts inside his metal prison, and Jason jumps.
Jesus christ, I'm close enough to touch him.
Jason pulls back. "What is this?" he asks, louder, and thinks he should have made a threat instead, thinks he should circle round the other side of this machine, but he can't bring himself to let Bruce even that far out of sight. He has no control here, no plan, had no expectation that Bruce would show up in the very place Jason meant to hide.
disoriented but not drugged, reaction time no less than ninety percent full capacity, I need -
I need an arsenal to win this.
Dancing back again with a hiss, Jason stares, watching the muscles beneath the Batman's kevlar move and flex, and the realization is terrifying enough that Jason rocks back on his heels.
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Batman shifts inside his metal prison, and Jason jumps.
Jesus christ, I'm close enough to touch him.
Jason pulls back. "What is this?" he asks, louder, and thinks he should have made a threat instead, thinks he should circle round the other side of this machine, but he can't bring himself to let Bruce even that far out of sight. He has no control here, no plan, had no expectation that Bruce would show up in the very place Jason meant to hide.
disoriented but not drugged, reaction time no less than ninety percent full capacity, I need -
Dancing back again with a hiss, Jason stares, watching the muscles beneath the Batman's kevlar move and flex, and the realization is terrifying enough that Jason rocks back on his heels.
He'll find his own way out soon enough.
"Stop."