fic: A Little Bit of Blood and Knives
Title: A Little Bit of Blood and Knives
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: Rish
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Jason/Tim
Summary: Just another Saturday night in Gotham
Word Count: 868
Warnings: language, some violence
A/N: May drabble fill for me_ya_ri for the prompts of Jason/Tim and blood and knives and ropes. Would be a great night if they weren't in a battle for their lives.
Jason licked his lips and grinned at the gang banger in front of him, “Nothing like a Saturday night in Gotham,” with a flick of his wrist he had his knife in hand and lunged for the man.
The man back peddled away from the knife before getting out his own and attempting his own attack. He swung too high and Jason got in underneath grabbing the guy's wrist and twisting till he drop the blade. Jason then twisted the gang banger's arm till he heard it pop. The guy collapsed screaming in pain.
“Alright scumbag where's my partner?” Jason snarled kicking him onto his back and grabbing the front of the guys shirt.
“Think ya got other troubles,” came a voice from behind.
Jason looked over his shoulder to see a dozen gang members with drawn guns. Jason reached back where his gun usually was only to find an empty space “Shit,” Tim had insisted on no guns. He said if Jason was really serious about having a relationship he'd have to give them up. Jason had told Tim playing nice was going to get them killed one day, he just hoped he'd be able to get them both out in time to say 'I told you so.'
He grabbed some smoke pellets and threw them down and then dived behind some crates as the gang members started firing through the smoke. “I'll tell ya what. You guys just tell me where Robin is and I won't blow ya all to hell.”
The head of the group just laughed, “Don't worry about the Boy Wonder, we got him stashed. Figured the Bat won't bother us once he finds out we got his boy. You though? We're just gonna kill you.”
“Aw man tell me you didn't do that,” Jason grumbled as he pulled out a small concussion explosive from his jacket. “He really hates the whole 'Boy hostage' thing.” He threw it at the gang bangers, diving for the ground as it went off. He poked his head out from behind the crates to see the bangers all knocked out. Jason smirk as he stepped over them. “Tim said no guns, he didn't say anything about things that blew up.”
Jason slipped out into the hallway, kris in hand. A gang banger ran down and Jason charged after him, tackling him to the ground. Jason rained blows down on the guy's head, then hauled him up shoving him against a wall, pressing a knife against his neck. “I'm only going to ask once. Where's Robin!”
The guy looked like he was going to try to feed Jason a line of bull until Jason pressed his knife down enough to draw blood. “Top floor! He's on the top floor!”
“Thanks,” Jason said as he brought down the hilt of the knife down on the guy's head knocking him out cold.
Jason hurried up to the top floor, sometimes avoiding the roaming groups of gang members looking for them and sometimes just going through them was easier. He finally found Tim in a back room, bound by rope and gagged. He had a gash along his forehead. Jason knelt down and removed the gag and then gently checked out the gash. “Babybird, do you hear me?”
Tim groaned, “Got . . got the jump on me.”
“Don't worry. I'll get ya unti . .” Suddenly the building shook and Jason threw himself over Tim to protect him from the falling plaster and one random falling light. “What . . what's happening?” Tim asked.
“Those crazy sons of bitches just blew up the building,” Jason snarled as he went to look out in the hallway, already it was filling with smoke.
When he came back to Tim's side who was struggling with the ropes that bound him. “Untie me!”
“Sorry, no time!” Jason said as he pulled Tim over his shoulder. “Where's the stairs to the roof?!”
“Down the hall, to the right. Hood put me down.”
“No time!” Jason said as he took off running down the hall. He found the stairs and headed up, kicking the door open. Jason could hear fire bursting through the windows and smoke hung heavy in the air. He carried Tim over to the ledge and shot off his grapple gun. “Hold on.”
“To what?!” Tim snapped.
“Oh yeah. Sorry.” Jason said as he jumped, swinging them both out into the space between buildings and landing on the ledge of the next building and then scaled up the side of the building, settling Tim down. “Well that was fun.”
“Jason.”
“Well it was,” Jason said settling Tim's head in his lap stroking his hair lightly. “Guns, knives, a little bit of blood and some rope. Great night.”
“Except for the part we almost died.” Tim grumbled.
“Picky. Picky.” Jason replied.
“Jason? The ropes?” Tim said looking pointedly at Jason.
Jason chuckled, “Don't worry. I'll patch that gash up and . . . well the night not over with yet Babybird.”