Event'd
[ Jason is in an alleyway when panic strikes. The walls are towering over him, closing in. He usually finds comfort there, a familiarity that Dick nor Tim could ever have and yet...
( Panic. A sharp gasp of air. Nothing but white lining and oak. He had clawed desperately at it all, tried to get free, tried to escape. )
Leather gloves rake across brick.
( He cried out, screamed for help. ) ]
Batman!
[ It's sick and desperate; his voice is no longer harsh, no longer bitter. He is terrified.
( Batman didn't come. His clawing was frantic and each and every blow from the mad clown's crowbar pulsed and throbbed. He felt pain. But he would not give up--could not give up. He had to get to Bruce. He dug and dug and dug; his fingernails began to peel back, splinters began to embed into his skin, and yet he would not stop. He had to get back to him. )
Jason's legs buckle beneath him and he falls to his knees, breathing ragged. The sweat from his brow rolls along the contour of his face as his wide, blue eyes -- no longer hidden by the red domino mask -- stare forward, glazed over. ]
( Panic. A sharp gasp of air. Nothing but white lining and oak. He had clawed desperately at it all, tried to get free, tried to escape. )
Leather gloves rake across brick.
( He cried out, screamed for help. ) ]
Batman!
[ It's sick and desperate; his voice is no longer harsh, no longer bitter. He is terrified.
( Batman didn't come. His clawing was frantic and each and every blow from the mad clown's crowbar pulsed and throbbed. He felt pain. But he would not give up--could not give up. He had to get to Bruce. He dug and dug and dug; his fingernails began to peel back, splinters began to embed into his skin, and yet he would not stop. He had to get back to him. )
Jason's legs buckle beneath him and he falls to his knees, breathing ragged. The sweat from his brow rolls along the contour of his face as his wide, blue eyes -- no longer hidden by the red domino mask -- stare forward, glazed over. ]