( it's a hit dealt to throw dick off balance for a moment, so jason can pull himself up to his feet without the threat of getting knocked over again. he gets up onto his knees, then his feet. shakes out the strands of dick's hair that'd gotten stuck between his fingers when he yanked them out.
waits, for dick to throw off his jacket.
and then raises his fist to take a swing at dick's gut. he's more careful this time around. extends out one arm, keeps the other close to guard. jason wasn't going hard before, but the determination that flashes behind his eyes shows he's going for it now. )
[Taking off the jacket reveals what Jason had to know by now: Dick's actually wearing the Nightwing suit under his clothes. He wasn't expecting a fight, but he's ready for it.]
[He grunts as Jason's fist connects, though he takes hold of his arm to push it aside. It gives him a moment to gather himself, putting his other hand on Jason's shoulder and vaulting over his brother. Just enough to put him behind Jason.]
( jason's twisting himself around while dick still has a hand on his shoulder. he knows what he's going for, here--except twisting causes strain on his midsection and he's wincing but shoving his arm back regardless.
tries to shove his elbow right into dick as soon as he lands. fuck him and his dumb flips and vaults. )
[That's always the problem with fighting with somebody who knows how you fight. They're going to counter in ways that other people wouldn't.]
[Dick's able to tank it, but it's a near thing. It does make him stumble slightly, but he grabs the elbow and pulls, trying to get Jason off his feet.]
[The fact that it will ALSO pull at his midsection is barely considered at the moment.]
( it hurts like fuck, when he's already twisted and dick yanks on him more, but it's nothing jason can't handle. he's pushed through much worse for less, and he's pushing through this with nothing more than a hitched breath. dick pulls him, and jason lets his body go with it. swings his other hand around, fingers curled into a fist so he can try to slam it into dick's face. )
[This time, Dick isn't as fast about getting his head out of the way. Too close. So Jason's fist connects, snapping his head back and making him let go of Jason's arm so he can stumble back a bit.]
[And has to take a moment to shake his head, trying to get his head to stop swimming.]
( perfect. dick needs a minute to pull himself together, but jason doesn't give him that. he's raising a leg, swinging it straight for dick's midsection to kick him over, to throw him off, so jason can try and follow him right down to the ground and pin him to it. )
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waits, for dick to throw off his jacket.
and then raises his fist to take a swing at dick's gut. he's more careful this time around. extends out one arm, keeps the other close to guard. jason wasn't going hard before, but the determination that flashes behind his eyes shows he's going for it now. )
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[He grunts as Jason's fist connects, though he takes hold of his arm to push it aside. It gives him a moment to gather himself, putting his other hand on Jason's shoulder and vaulting over his brother. Just enough to put him behind Jason.]
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tries to shove his elbow right into dick as soon as he lands. fuck him and his dumb flips and vaults. )
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[Dick's able to tank it, but it's a near thing. It does make him stumble slightly, but he grabs the elbow and pulls, trying to get Jason off his feet.]
[The fact that it will ALSO pull at his midsection is barely considered at the moment.]
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[And has to take a moment to shake his head, trying to get his head to stop swimming.]
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