this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
"You shittin' me?" Tua propped his chin up with the edge of her boots. God they smelled- well they smelled like the Gotham pier. Old fish and used machine oil.
She pulled her phone out and turned the flashlight on, not bothering to spare his eyes from the glare. "You're the real deal man?" Her eyes eyed his side arm cautiously, her hand twitching towards it. It could make a pretty penny.
Tua dropped her head to one sholder bending down slowly. Her hand flew out. Expert fingers pulled his gun from the holster. She danced back. “Nothin’. I don’t get in bat business.”
The gun at least could go for a good amount, no number, untraceable and fairly new. Her eyes drifted from the gun to the Black mask’s building towering above them. “Or Black Masks’.” She shivered before taking a few steps back. Roman was scarier than any Bat. The Bat’s threw you in Blackgate or Arkham. Roman skinned you alive.
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
Merrymaker kneels, coat billowing, and opens their bag. It folds out into panels of well organized tools and pockets stuffed with gauze. Merry peels off their leather gloves and stuffs them into their coat.
They pull on a pair of sterile gloves, “Nothing. I have no use for material debts, and favors are too vague to be of use.”
They lean in closer. They peer at the wound in the Knight’s side.
“All I ask,” Merry says, “Is that, should our paths cross again, you remember this.”
Merry clicks on a penlight. After a few moments of stillness, they nudge the Knight’s hand away from the wound. They hum, “That’s a stab wound alright.”
“Luckily, it probably didn’t hit anything too vital. Relatively clean cut as well,” Merry says as they reach for a thick roll of gauze. They tilt their head to meet his gaze, “I’m going to put pressure on it now. Try not to scream.”
They hold the gauze firmly, only pausing to wrap it tightly with a roll of bandages.
“If we were back at the clinic, I’d stitch you up. It’s not sanitary enough out here, though.”
Merry angles their head to look Jason in the eyes, “Your helmet is cracked. The force that did that probably also gave you a concussion. Probably. Do you feel a headache or confusion? Dizziness?”
“Mhm. ‘Fine’,” Merry tilts their head. They smile underneath the mask, “You got a place nearby?”
The clinic wasn’t a far drive, especially not with the sparse traffic the night provided. But Merry was used to their patients distrusting strangers— especially strangers like themself.
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
"You shittin' me?" Tua propped his chin up with the edge of her boots. God they smelled- well they smelled like the Gotham pier. Old fish and used machine oil.
She pulled her phone out and turned the flashlight on, not bothering to spare his eyes from the glare. "You're the real deal man?" Her eyes eyed his side arm cautiously, her hand twitching towards it. It could make a pretty penny.
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
Merrymaker kneels, coat billowing, and opens their bag. It folds out into panels of well organized tools and pockets stuffed with gauze. Merry peels off their leather gloves and stuffs them into their coat.
They pull on a pair of sterile gloves, “Nothing. I have no use for material debts, and favors are too vague to be of use.”
They lean in closer. They peer at the wound in the Knight’s side.
“All I ask,” Merry says, “Is that, should our paths cross again, you remember this.”
Merry clicks on a penlight. After a few moments of stillness, they nudge the Knight’s hand away from the wound. They hum, “That’s a stab wound alright.”
“Luckily, it probably didn’t hit anything too vital. Relatively clean cut as well,” Merry says as they reach for a thick roll of gauze. They tilt their head to meet his gaze, “I’m going to put pressure on it now. Try not to scream.”
They hold the gauze firmly, only pausing to wrap it tightly with a roll of bandages.
“If we were back at the clinic, I’d stitch you up. It’s not sanitary enough out here, though.”
Merry angles their head to look Jason in the eyes, “Your helmet is cracked. The force that did that probably also gave you a concussion. Probably. Do you feel a headache or confusion? Dizziness?”
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
Merrymaker kneels, coat billowing, and opens their bag. It folds out into panels of well organized tools and pockets stuffed with gauze. Merry peels off their leather gloves and stuffs them into their coat.
They pull on a pair of sterile gloves, “Nothing. I have no use for material debts, and favors are too vague to be of use.”
They lean in closer. They peer at the wound in the Knight’s side.
“All I ask,” Merry says, “Is that, should our paths cross again, you remember this.”
Merry clicks on a penlight. After a few moments of stillness, they nudge the Knight’s hand away from the wound. They hum, “That’s a stab wound alright.”
“Luckily, it probably didn’t hit anything too vital. Relatively clean cut as well,” Merry says as they reach for a thick roll of gauze. They tilt their head to meet his gaze, “I’m going to put pressure on it now. Try not to scream.”
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
Merrymaker kneels, coat billowing, and opens their bag. It folds out into panels of well organized tools and pockets stuffed with gauze. Merry peels off their leather gloves and stuffs them into their coat.
They pull on a pair of sterile gloves, “Nothing. I have no use for material debts, and favors are too vague to be of use.”
They lean in closer. They peer at the wound in the Knight’s side.
“All I ask,” Merry says, “Is that, should our paths cross again, you remember this.”
Because he didn’t save you? Because he didn’t care? Because he moved on immediately? Because he and Batman replaced you with a shiny new robin? Is that why?
because maybe he never even cared in the first place-
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
this was a stupid deal anyways, he didn’t want to talk to black mask and his people anyways-
but he went, and he got his ass kicked, and now he was here.
a random construction yard, only 20 feet away from the sidewalk. blood dripped lazily down a cut on his head, he felt as it became slightly tacky against his scarred skin.
jason sucks in a [crackly] breath and attempts to clear his throat.
he startles at the lack of modulation to his voice.
of-fucking-course the voice modulator broke, because he need more shit to deal with.
as he presses a hand to the stab wound against his side he hears footsteps approaching…
“If I had a dime…” a muffled voice trails off as they stop in front of the vigilante. Merrymaker’s cane clacks against the pavement. Their cloak almost drags on the ground, dark and heavy. They sigh, “Another broken bird. They don’t take good care of you, do they?”
Merry recognized the Knight. Dr Crane had worked with him, when everything went to shit on halloween. He’d spoken highly of the Knight, said that he had more mastery of his fear than most. Merry was admittedly curious about the Knight. It wasn’t every day that their old boss worked with someone as equals.
And here the Arkham Knight was. Bleeding in a construction site. Merry wasn’t impressed.
