he's too late . or at least, so he FEARS . he's moving as fast as heavy-booted feet will carry him, hitting hard and VICIOUS with each strike. he hears a sickening crunch under his fist as it collides with one of joker's goon's jaw , and something distant at the back of his mind tells him that he should pull his punches , but terror makes him reckless. if he isn't fast enough ────
he bursts through the door, and in the low-light, he can only make out the outline of a slumped form in the basement. the features are wan and gaunt, hair matted with sweat ( he suspects ) and blood ( he fears ) . his feet falter for a moment, heart hammering beneath kevlar, and he hasn't felt fear this sharply since he saw the pearls snap free of martha wayne's neck.
❛ JASON ──── ! ❜ he's back in motion before he has time to realize that he's broken the cardinal rule , saying jason's name aloud. ( he doesn't care , not right now. ) within seconds, he's sawing through the ropes around him, hands shaking with desperation as he works to free him
plotted starter for @graveclawed