@robin-decoded from X
Busted. Jason- not Red Hood- limped out from behind the corner of the wall in the hotel room- Or mini-mansion, as Jason referred to it in his head. One arm dangled at his side, his shattered helmet barely being held on by his semi-limp hand. His other arm curled protectively around his waste, blood dripping onto the carpet he definitely couldn’t afford to replace. Bruises and cuts littered his skin, one eye swollen closed by a nasty bruise... He gave Tim a cheeky smile.
“Hey Replacement,” his words were cut off by a wet cough, “Saw you around here and figured I could crash for the night.” Jason doesn’t know why the two of them ended up in the same place, perhaps they were chasing the same lead, perhaps it was just coincidence, or maybe just fortune. But as soon as Jason saw the familiar face entering this resort, well, he figured his ass was saved. For one night, at least, perhaps, he wouldn’t have to stitch himself up.
Jason all but collapsed on the giant bed, “M’ybe we could play doctor too. I call being the patient,” he closed his eyes. Damn, he was gotten good this time. Least he wasn’t blown up again... a shutter ran through his core. Yeah, no. He’ll keep those thoughts away, save the panic attack for another time. Though, it was his anxiety and stupid martyr complex that landed him here in the first place. No, Jason, keep it together.
“I got stuff in my bag, if you didn’t come prepared,” but he’s sure Tim did. No Bat goes anywhere without their mask.
