( gotham is full of trashy old warehouses. ones that appear to have been long since abandoned, but often hold some of his city's worst assholes getting into the shittiest business ventures - which also means they're often a place jason visits, given his inclination towards fucking over those specific assholes. a guy's gotta have hobbies, right?
so he figures - new city, new assholes, new trashy warehouses full of people who deserve a good beatdown. it makes sense. it's only logical.
except this specific shitty warehouse? happened to be a little more overpopulated than he was anticipating. a guy can plan for a lot, but they can't plan for being swarmed by a massive amount of mobsters carrying machine guns while the head honchos smoke their fancy, disgusting cigars. ruins his plan of bursting in guns blazing to take out the small fry before making his way in closer.
but jason isn't all on his own.
they're up in the rafters, and jason's got his hood down over his face. when he speaks, the voice modulator adds something mechanical to his voice but doesn't hide the snarky tone. )
And here I thought this was gonna be a boring night.
[she loves the thrill of it all, there's no denying it. she likes being able to help people, likes taking down the bad guys. she doesn't want people to feel hopeless like she once had, and the men here remind her of the men she's had to deal with in the past. full pockets and empty hearts.
her gun is holstered, sword strapped securely on her back. she's surveying the crowd when he speaks, only taking a moment to stretch her leg out and adjust her thigh highs. next she's tightening the holster. his attitude earns a half-smile that she tries to hide with a duck of her head.
is it really so terrible that she's getting used to this?]
No, Red. This isn't going to be boring at all. [she just wants to make sure of one thing,] All clear?
[it didn't matter how many people or what they were doing. ever since the accident with Rocket, she always asks.]
Yup. ( popping the p way more than he needs to, but he's still keeping his voice down low. it'd be real stupid to announce their presence this early. ) Got Danny out of the alley with a fifty 'fore I got up here. He'll be gone for a bit.
( sometimes a guy has to tempt alley dwellers to leave so they don't get caught in the crossfire before targeting a warehouse full of mobsters. saves all of them a lot of hassle, and it's not like jason's particularly concerned about replacing that fifty. look at all the wallets down there he could some cash out of if he really wanted to. )
Just one more thing before we get this show on the road - ( his weight shifts up onto the balls of his feet, balancing himself on the wooden beam under his boots. if he was all that concerned about falling, he doesn't show it one bit. instead, jason's hands raise to press his fingers along the releases on his hood, pulling it off entirely. the domino mask remains on under it, red fabric pressed against his cheekbones and over his brow to cover his eyes. the lenses aren't nearly as high-tech as the ones in his hood, but it does the job well enough.
given he's dropping the hood down on baby's head, the domino'll do just fine. at least he destroys the hoods fast enough that they never lose that new hood smell. happens, when people frequently like to try and beat his face in. )
Wouldn't want to hurt those pretty eyes. ( with one hand, he reaches down into his jacket. pulls out several smoke pellets and two small flashbangs. ) I'll throw 'em, you take the left, I'll take the right, we'll meet back up in the middle.
[she's readying herself for the drop, looking for the perfect spot to land, when Jason grabs her attention once more. she barely has time to react, a soft gasp leaving her lips as the fabric clings to her skin and presses blonde hair into place. she blinks a few times, adjusting to the lenses.
she's never good with compliments and the mask hides the flush that warms her cheeks. his mask on her creates a louder combination of colors, contrasting against the deep navy she always wears. most underestimate her, but this might give her a little boost. people didn't like masks, didn't like what they couldn't see. the smoke pellets will help with that. she hadn't expected him to offer his mask, after all -- she'd braced for discomfort.]
Got it. Be careful, okay?
[a sweet thought, because the two of them aren't always the most careful. she waits for him to throw the first smoke bomb, then drops. she makes it look graceful, even when she lands on a particularly heavyset man. heels into back and skull, slammed right into concrete. silence, then an eruption; delayed yells and gunshots as men scramble. a flash of a blade cuts through smoke as she advances.
( some might say i'm always careful or you got it. offer a nod confirming they will be. jason? throws a toothy grin her way. )
Nah. What fun would that be?
( the first smoke bomb, the bigger one, gets dropped off the rafter. by the time it hits the table below and alerts the other guys down below, jason's already throwing another east and west of the table and dropping down himself. his hood's what blocks the smoke from getting into his lungs, but he's fine without it. boots hit the table with a loud thump, before the loud bang of his pistols going off sounds within the flood of smoke, followed by the bang of the flashbangs he's throwing intermittently. they're bright, even through the smoke, meant to confuse the hoard of mobsters they're taking down. but the lenses on his domino mask and the hood he'd dropped over her head're enough to block out the worst of it.
which just leaves the two of them against a good four dozen mobsters.
red hood stalks his way right, as promised. he's quiet when he needs to be, loud when he's trying to pull others in his direction. opens his mouth and offers snarky commentary to get them to turn towards him just in time for him to shove the grip of his gun or the hilt of his knife straight into the center of their noses. he could be significantly more efficient, but it'd be boring; this? this is him having a grand time.
by the time the smoke clears, he's back towards the center of the warehouse. his lip's busted open from taking a well-timed hit, there's a hole or two in his jacket where a bullet had gone a little too close for comfort, and a few nicks in his jeans where it'd managed to hit skin but not pierce anything important. but aside from that?
he's still got that toothy, pleased grin plastered over his face. given the amount of bodies that are littering the floor (alive, some closer to death's door than others, but he'll ring it in before it gets that far. they don't deserve to live, this isn't batman's turf, but he's respecting the rules regardless) where he'd been fighting - well. no one should be surprised by how pleased with himself he is. the adrenaline rush is great, the successful takedowns are better. )
[a speedy little thing, Babydoll ducks under most swings from men with heavy throws. she's not so worried about them as she pushes forward -- it's the guns that are a nuisance. her sword can deflect single shots, but she has to find clever ways to use bodies to block automatics. she's good at getting up close and personal, using her size as an advantage; acrobatic in the way she maneuvers around or over the onslaught of attacks.
they want to act savage, so she treats them like savages. no mercy with the barrel of the gun pointed at kneecaps and hands, or a blade running along their spine, tearing skin and slicing muscle.
he probably hears a yell when she's snatched from behind, thick arm around her neck. she's nearly there, so close to the center. tucking her chin down she bites and earns one right hook to her face she knows will stain her skin purple with bruising. she breaks his nose with the handle of her sword in return and lands a second blow close against the skull for good measure.
she meets Jason exactly where he'd told her to, bandaged right hand stained with blood, clothing intact, but needing a few repairs. someone had the bright idea to try and get into a knife fight with her and ripped into the shoulder of her shirt. she's still holding her sword, maybe a little too tight, when she uses her left hand to reach for the mask and lift it off of her with a huff.]
( a few cuts and bruises never hurt him any. he's about as banged up as she is, which he'd call a successful takedown: they're all knocked out, bleeding out, or trying to crawl their way across the ground to get out while the smoke clears. and jason? looks all too pleased with himself when he holsters the gun in his hand, puts his knife back into its sheath, and takes the hood from her hand.
reaches with his other hand to cup his palm against her jawline as jason slouches down. doesn't quite go in for a kiss, but instead leans in close to brush his own lips against the corner of her own. it's maybe a little too soft, especially given the thrumming through his veins and how hard his heart's pounding.
[buzzing with adrenaline and heart beating in her chest, she can't hold the bloodstained grin back as she surveys their success. he is so gentle as he grazes her lips, calloused skin against her soft cheeks. she feels teased. embarrassed, too.]
I do? Oh- [it's his comment that brings her back to reality, a few breaths into tasting tangs of iron. she doesn't know if it's hers or someone else's. her tongue darts out, dragging along teeth to (attempt) to clean them. still so close to him, lips centimeters apart. her voice is softer now, close to a whisper, but playful:] Did I get it?
[doe-eyed as she looks up at him, blinking so innocently with a brow barely arching. she's no vet in the art of seduction, but she knows what she's doing.]
( she knows damn well what she's doing, and jason recognizes it just as well. it's why he stays pressed close, lets the grin curl the corners of his lips up as she speaks up, softer and definitely teasing. jason doesn't offer a verbal response, but he does tip his head ever so slightly so he can nip at her lower lip, then - pulls himself up to his full height. )
I'll get it in a minute. You find the blond guy with the scar going over his nose? I need something out of his phone.
[he's her only focus in that moment and it's obvious. completely taken by what little contact he gives her and reassured by it. she smiles because she got what she wanted.
a little more relaxed now, she sheathes her sword, but keeps close as she turns around to survey the array of bodies. a bit of a shocking sight.]
Yeah, over there. [she leads the way, heels clicking against concrete. everything sounds louder now that the dust has settled. she kneels down beside a body and gives a small grunt as she shoves the man over to search his pockets, nose scrunching simply because she has to touch him. is he still breathing? he's still breathing.] Got it!
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so he figures - new city, new assholes, new trashy warehouses full of people who deserve a good beatdown. it makes sense. it's only logical.
except this specific shitty warehouse? happened to be a little more overpopulated than he was anticipating. a guy can plan for a lot, but they can't plan for being swarmed by a massive amount of mobsters carrying machine guns while the head honchos smoke their fancy, disgusting cigars. ruins his plan of bursting in guns blazing to take out the small fry before making his way in closer.
but jason isn't all on his own.
they're up in the rafters, and jason's got his hood down over his face. when he speaks, the voice modulator adds something mechanical to his voice but doesn't hide the snarky tone. )
And here I thought this was gonna be a boring night.
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her gun is holstered, sword strapped securely on her back. she's surveying the crowd when he speaks, only taking a moment to stretch her leg out and adjust her thigh highs. next she's tightening the holster. his attitude earns a half-smile that she tries to hide with a duck of her head.
is it really so terrible that she's getting used to this?]
No, Red. This isn't going to be boring at all. [she just wants to make sure of one thing,] All clear?
[it didn't matter how many people or what they were doing. ever since the accident with Rocket, she always asks.]
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( sometimes a guy has to tempt alley dwellers to leave so they don't get caught in the crossfire before targeting a warehouse full of mobsters. saves all of them a lot of hassle, and it's not like jason's particularly concerned about replacing that fifty. look at all the wallets down there he could some cash out of if he really wanted to. )
Just one more thing before we get this show on the road - ( his weight shifts up onto the balls of his feet, balancing himself on the wooden beam under his boots. if he was all that concerned about falling, he doesn't show it one bit. instead, jason's hands raise to press his fingers along the releases on his hood, pulling it off entirely. the domino mask remains on under it, red fabric pressed against his cheekbones and over his brow to cover his eyes. the lenses aren't nearly as high-tech as the ones in his hood, but it does the job well enough.
given he's dropping the hood down on baby's head, the domino'll do just fine. at least he destroys the hoods fast enough that they never lose that new hood smell. happens, when people frequently like to try and beat his face in. )
Wouldn't want to hurt those pretty eyes. ( with one hand, he reaches down into his jacket. pulls out several smoke pellets and two small flashbangs. ) I'll throw 'em, you take the left, I'll take the right, we'll meet back up in the middle.
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Good.
[she's readying herself for the drop, looking for the perfect spot to land, when Jason grabs her attention once more. she barely has time to react, a soft gasp leaving her lips as the fabric clings to her skin and presses blonde hair into place. she blinks a few times, adjusting to the lenses.
she's never good with compliments and the mask hides the flush that warms her cheeks. his mask on her creates a louder combination of colors, contrasting against the deep navy she always wears. most underestimate her, but this might give her a little boost. people didn't like masks, didn't like what they couldn't see. the smoke pellets will help with that. she hadn't expected him to offer his mask, after all -- she'd braced for discomfort.]
Got it. Be careful, okay?
[a sweet thought, because the two of them aren't always the most careful. she waits for him to throw the first smoke bomb, then drops. she makes it look graceful, even when she lands on a particularly heavyset man. heels into back and skull, slammed right into concrete. silence, then an eruption; delayed yells and gunshots as men scramble. a flash of a blade cuts through smoke as she advances.
she's fine.]
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Nah. What fun would that be?
( the first smoke bomb, the bigger one, gets dropped off the rafter. by the time it hits the table below and alerts the other guys down below, jason's already throwing another east and west of the table and dropping down himself. his hood's what blocks the smoke from getting into his lungs, but he's fine without it. boots hit the table with a loud thump, before the loud bang of his pistols going off sounds within the flood of smoke, followed by the bang of the flashbangs he's throwing intermittently. they're bright, even through the smoke, meant to confuse the hoard of mobsters they're taking down. but the lenses on his domino mask and the hood he'd dropped over her head're enough to block out the worst of it.
which just leaves the two of them against a good four dozen mobsters.
red hood stalks his way right, as promised. he's quiet when he needs to be, loud when he's trying to pull others in his direction. opens his mouth and offers snarky commentary to get them to turn towards him just in time for him to shove the grip of his gun or the hilt of his knife straight into the center of their noses. he could be significantly more efficient, but it'd be boring; this? this is him having a grand time.
by the time the smoke clears, he's back towards the center of the warehouse. his lip's busted open from taking a well-timed hit, there's a hole or two in his jacket where a bullet had gone a little too close for comfort, and a few nicks in his jeans where it'd managed to hit skin but not pierce anything important. but aside from that?
he's still got that toothy, pleased grin plastered over his face. given the amount of bodies that are littering the floor (alive, some closer to death's door than others, but he'll ring it in before it gets that far. they don't deserve to live, this isn't batman's turf, but he's respecting the rules regardless) where he'd been fighting - well. no one should be surprised by how pleased with himself he is. the adrenaline rush is great, the successful takedowns are better. )
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they want to act savage, so she treats them like savages. no mercy with the barrel of the gun pointed at kneecaps and hands, or a blade running along their spine, tearing skin and slicing muscle.
he probably hears a yell when she's snatched from behind, thick arm around her neck. she's nearly there, so close to the center. tucking her chin down she bites and earns one right hook to her face she knows will stain her skin purple with bruising. she breaks his nose with the handle of her sword in return and lands a second blow close against the skull for good measure.
she meets Jason exactly where he'd told her to, bandaged right hand stained with blood, clothing intact, but needing a few repairs. someone had the bright idea to try and get into a knife fight with her and ripped into the shoulder of her shirt. she's still holding her sword, maybe a little too tight, when she uses her left hand to reach for the mask and lift it off of her with a huff.]
Nice job. They didn't get you anywhere, did they?
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( a few cuts and bruises never hurt him any. he's about as banged up as she is, which he'd call a successful takedown: they're all knocked out, bleeding out, or trying to crawl their way across the ground to get out while the smoke clears. and jason? looks all too pleased with himself when he holsters the gun in his hand, puts his knife back into its sheath, and takes the hood from her hand.
reaches with his other hand to cup his palm against her jawline as jason slouches down. doesn't quite go in for a kiss, but instead leans in close to brush his own lips against the corner of her own. it's maybe a little too soft, especially given the thrumming through his veins and how hard his heart's pounding.
but it suits him just fine. )
You've got blood on your teeth.
( in case she didn't notice. )
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I do? Oh- [it's his comment that brings her back to reality, a few breaths into tasting tangs of iron. she doesn't know if it's hers or someone else's. her tongue darts out, dragging along teeth to (attempt) to clean them. still so close to him, lips centimeters apart. her voice is softer now, close to a whisper, but playful:] Did I get it?
[doe-eyed as she looks up at him, blinking so innocently with a brow barely arching. she's no vet in the art of seduction, but she knows what she's doing.]
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I'll get it in a minute. You find the blond guy with the scar going over his nose? I need something out of his phone.
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a little more relaxed now, she sheathes her sword, but keeps close as she turns around to survey the array of bodies. a bit of a shocking sight.]
Yeah, over there. [she leads the way, heels clicking against concrete. everything sounds louder now that the dust has settled. she kneels down beside a body and gives a small grunt as she shoves the man over to search his pockets, nose scrunching simply because she has to touch him. is he still breathing? he's still breathing.] Got it!
[a beat as she stands to hold it out to him,]
Do I want to know?