( he isn't sure what to expect, really. there have been two other instances that jason has met another jason. both were younger, but they were as different as night as day. the first, still wearing the robin moniker despite him being just a few years younger than him. still full of snark and dark edges but with with a core still full of hope. the other, broken enough that even if he had tried to come across as stronger, better, all any of them had to do was look at him to see how hard he'd tried to tape back the pieces of broken glass that held him together.
but despite their differences, despite the numerous bitchfights that had broken out--none of them had tried to kill or mutilate the other right after meeting. jason, for practical reasons: if he killed himself it'd definitely look bad to everyone else and they were a smaller group. and, there's no real benefit in it.
so when he hears the bullet hit the rooftop, he doesn't even flinch. waits a few moments with the knife twirling between his fingertips before he even bothers looking over to where it left a small dent.
then tips his chin up higher, to look towards the building it had come from. his hood is different upon closer inspection: it's not one he put together back home but one as close appearing as he could get when using tools from a high-tech but near post-apocalyptic place. it has a nice shiny voice modulator, lenses fitted with some useful extra bits of tech. but that's for later show and tell.
for now? he raises his voice just enough that it carries, the voice modulator turned off because it's fucking useless here. )
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but despite their differences, despite the numerous bitchfights that had broken out--none of them had tried to kill or mutilate the other right after meeting. jason, for practical reasons: if he killed himself it'd definitely look bad to everyone else and they were a smaller group. and, there's no real benefit in it.
so when he hears the bullet hit the rooftop, he doesn't even flinch. waits a few moments with the knife twirling between his fingertips before he even bothers looking over to where it left a small dent.
then tips his chin up higher, to look towards the building it had come from. his hood is different upon closer inspection: it's not one he put together back home but one as close appearing as he could get when using tools from a high-tech but near post-apocalyptic place. it has a nice shiny voice modulator, lenses fitted with some useful extra bits of tech. but that's for later show and tell.
for now? he raises his voice just enough that it carries, the voice modulator turned off because it's fucking useless here. )
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