( it's mere moments between when damian hits send, and when boots slam against the window to the apartment jason has opted to hole up in, sending glass shattering across the floor while damian - well. allows himself right on inside. )
[Jason was preparing for a frontal assault, so when Damian comes in through the window, Jason takes a moment to pivot before he's throwing the can of soup in his hand at Damian's face.]
What part of fuck off don't you fucking understand?
( the soup can is a nice touch. he'd been expecting guns. knives. booby-trapped windows. not soup cans. damian ducks down enough to dodge it, head turning enough to follow the can to where it hits the wall and just.
hm. )
The part where you assumed fuck off would be enough to discourage me.
there are numerous on him: damian is fully dressed in his robin gear, ready for battle should he need to be. but he's keeping his eyes on jason himself. )
You are isolating yourself like a fool. I've come to. . . check on you. Is that not customary?
If it broke that easily, it was hardly doing it's job to begin with.
( he's just saying. but the demand doesn't get todd anywhere. nothing else is being thrown at him, so damian starts walking himself toward the living area. )
( because todd is trailing after him, all fire and rage, and damian? is grinning at him before he flops back onto the couch and makes himself comfortable. it's much easier to keep a clear head when someone isn't immediately pissing him off. )
[Jason stands there and glares at Damian for a moment or two before he storms back to the bedroom. He slams the door shut and locks it behind him. He needs to grab the gun and get moving before another fight breaks out.]
jason walks off, and damian swings his legs up so they're hanging over the armrest, making himself comfortable on the couch while todd moves off to do - whatever angsty nonsense he's getting up to. he'll come back out at some point. )
[Jasom digs in his closet for the revolver and tucks it into his back waistban before pulling on a large black sweatshirt to cover it. His backpack of his usual supplies is still back at the tower, so he only has a bag of canned soup. He leaves the bedroom and them through his front door as if Damian isn’t even there.]
doesn't go into his room. doesn't get up until the bedroom door opens and jason's letting himself out of the room to - is he running away? what a coward.
legs swing off the side of the couch so damian can get himself up to his feet, trailing after him. )
[Jason slams the door between them and heads down the hall to the stairs. Maybe staying in the apartments was a mistake after all. He doesn’t have supplies for camping, so he’s not sure where to go from here but he has to keep moving.]
it does stop him for a moment, but only because it isn't as if damian can simply walk through a door. he reaches for the door handle, swinging it open and leaving it that way when he continues to follow after todd down the hallway. )
[When Jason hears footsteps behind him, he starts taking the stairs down in jumps. One landinf, then another, until he reaches the door leading out of the building. He slams it as well and then finds a piece of wood to wedge under the handle.]
Fucker. [He mutters to himself as he sets off into the cold.]
( as if a door can stop him for all that long regardless of how well it's fortified.
damian doesn't immediately shove at the door. no, he hears todd fussing with it, and opts to allow him to fuss as much as he desires. waits, until he's done messing with the door to walk himself over to the closest window and - takes a knife out of his utility belt, slamming the hilt into the window until it cracks enough he can shove his elbow on through, then pulls the rest of himself along through it, too.
good luck throwing him off the trail, he's determined now. )
[Jason hears the glass break and turns just enough to see Damian squeezing through the window. Fuck. What the fuck is this kid's problem! Jason looks for the trolley, hopes it could be approaching the stop for the apartments and finds himself just in luck. The trolley is about to depart and so Jason breaks out into a run, leaping onto the trolley, and leaning in close before he can push the door open. He slips inside and sets his backpack down, ready to throw another can of soup if needed.]
( now he's just making this entertaining. jason needs to make a run for it with the trolley, but damian doesn't.
well. not entirely. todd leaps onto it, and damian runs quickly enough, but he's also reaching for his belt to grab hold of his grapple gun, firing it off with the hook aimed for one of the rails far enough away from todd he'd have plenty warning before he could manage to cut the line, but damian's also very quickly pulling the line taut and reeling the line in so it sends him flying toward the trolley before there's much time to do anything about it. )
[Jason is just about to sit down when he hears the clunk and there's no time to throw a can of soup. So he turns it on one of the windows, trying to pull himself through before Damian can get on board. He doesn't understand why Damian is pursuing him so relentlessly, but Jason is fucking tired of it.]
( unfortunately it's just become a game to him now. meaning, regardless of what todd tries to do to get away from him, damian is just going to keep on pursuing him. he hits the side of the trolley, and shoves an ankle through one of the bars to keep himself from falling off while pulling the grapple free so he can tuck it back into his belt, because he knows he'll need that later. )
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( it's mere moments between when damian hits send, and when boots slam against the window to the apartment jason has opted to hole up in, sending glass shattering across the floor while damian - well. allows himself right on inside. )
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What part of fuck off don't you fucking understand?
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hm. )
The part where you assumed fuck off would be enough to discourage me.
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Unless Bruce set him on attack.]
Why are you fucking here!
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there are numerous on him: damian is fully dressed in his robin gear, ready for battle should he need to be. but he's keeping his eyes on jason himself. )
You are isolating yourself like a fool. I've come to. . . check on you. Is that not customary?
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[Jason expected an all-out fight, another tangle that he would likely lose, but this just earns a roll of his eyes.]
Go away, asshole. Thanks for breaking my window.
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( he's just saying. but the demand doesn't get todd anywhere. nothing else is being thrown at him, so damian starts walking himself toward the living area. )
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( because todd is trailing after him, all fire and rage, and damian? is grinning at him before he flops back onto the couch and makes himself comfortable. it's much easier to keep a clear head when someone isn't immediately pissing him off. )
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but he doesn't.
jason walks off, and damian swings his legs up so they're hanging over the armrest, making himself comfortable on the couch while todd moves off to do - whatever angsty nonsense he's getting up to. he'll come back out at some point. )
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his back waistban before pulling on a large black sweatshirt to cover it. His backpack of his usual supplies is still back at the tower, so he only has a bag of canned soup. He leaves the bedroom and them through his front door as if Damian isn’t even there.]
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doesn't go into his room. doesn't get up until the bedroom door opens and jason's letting himself out of the room to - is he running away? what a coward.
legs swing off the side of the couch so damian can get himself up to his feet, trailing after him. )
Where are you going?
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it does stop him for a moment, but only because it isn't as if damian can simply walk through a door. he reaches for the door handle, swinging it open and leaving it that way when he continues to follow after todd down the hallway. )
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Fucker. [He mutters to himself as he sets off into the cold.]
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damian doesn't immediately shove at the door. no, he hears todd fussing with it, and opts to allow him to fuss as much as he desires. waits, until he's done messing with the door to walk himself over to the closest window and - takes a knife out of his utility belt, slamming the hilt into the window until it cracks enough he can shove his elbow on through, then pulls the rest of himself along through it, too.
good luck throwing him off the trail, he's determined now. )
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well. not entirely. todd leaps onto it, and damian runs quickly enough, but he's also reaching for his belt to grab hold of his grapple gun, firing it off with the hook aimed for one of the rails far enough away from todd he'd have plenty warning before he could manage to cut the line, but damian's also very quickly pulling the line taut and reeling the line in so it sends him flying toward the trolley before there's much time to do anything about it. )
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