( dick goes for a reasonable fight. because he's not like jason, he doesn't go out looking for violence when he's in a mood. jason doesn't often either; usually he has people lined up to go after, a whole list of people he needs to fuck up because they're shit. here, in this city, he doesn't have any of that. this isn't his turf, it's junior's. which, frankly, just pisses him off more.
he's had other selves before, but they were always second, or third. the ones who showed up after he'd had time to establish himself, and they were both--younger. here, he's second. he's fitting himself in around what's been pre-established, and he doesn't like that. sure sucks to have the shoe on the other foot.
but it's fine, he can work with this. )
Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Jyn Erso, and our youngest. ( pausing, lips pursed and brows furrowed. ) Who ain't even close to being the youngest anymore. Given his time here, he'd be second oldest. ( also pisses him off. he'll have to remember to ruffle damian's hair and call him baby bird more often, just to remind him he's still their little brother. damian already has an ego, no need to let it get bigger. ) Tim knows the list too. They've all got my number. Barnes, Stark, and Strange have yours too. As a heads up. But they're trustworthy, they won't cause problems.
( they're all assholes but they're people jason puts trust in, and he rarely trusts anyone. which should say plenty of their character. he finishes naming off names, shifts his hold on the stick, and--shoves it back into some drunkard walking behind him, hard enough that the guy yelps and wraps his arm around his ribcage defensively. starts yelling at jason about how he should watch where he's aiming that, how he'll show jason how it feels as he stumbles over to grab onto a cue stick himself. jason, still leaning over the table, hits the cue ball. throws a feral grin up to dick while it hits into another solid, rolling it into the direction of another solid, ricocheting off of it into a pocket while the other goes into the pocket on the other corner.
mr "I'll show you" raises his own cue stick, and whacks it into someone else when jason takes a step back with a foot to trip him into drunkard number two--who curses, then raises a fist to drunkard the first.
no need to piss someone off over a game of pool when this is so much quicker. )
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Date: 2023-05-08 12:34 am (UTC)he's had other selves before, but they were always second, or third. the ones who showed up after he'd had time to establish himself, and they were both--younger. here, he's second. he's fitting himself in around what's been pre-established, and he doesn't like that. sure sucks to have the shoe on the other foot.
but it's fine, he can work with this. )
Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Jyn Erso, and our youngest. ( pausing, lips pursed and brows furrowed. ) Who ain't even close to being the youngest anymore. Given his time here, he'd be second oldest. ( also pisses him off. he'll have to remember to ruffle damian's hair and call him baby bird more often, just to remind him he's still their little brother. damian already has an ego, no need to let it get bigger. ) Tim knows the list too. They've all got my number. Barnes, Stark, and Strange have yours too. As a heads up. But they're trustworthy, they won't cause problems.
( they're all assholes but they're people jason puts trust in, and he rarely trusts anyone. which should say plenty of their character. he finishes naming off names, shifts his hold on the stick, and--shoves it back into some drunkard walking behind him, hard enough that the guy yelps and wraps his arm around his ribcage defensively. starts yelling at jason about how he should watch where he's aiming that, how he'll show jason how it feels as he stumbles over to grab onto a cue stick himself. jason, still leaning over the table, hits the cue ball. throws a feral grin up to dick while it hits into another solid, rolling it into the direction of another solid, ricocheting off of it into a pocket while the other goes into the pocket on the other corner.
mr "I'll show you" raises his own cue stick, and whacks it into someone else when jason takes a step back with a foot to trip him into drunkard number two--who curses, then raises a fist to drunkard the first.
no need to piss someone off over a game of pool when this is so much quicker. )
Bet I can take down more of 'em than you.