[Tim huddles at the base of the bulletin board, beaten and bloody. He curls up in a ball, eyes glazed with shock as the man lays into him, over and over.]
[He clutches his chest, blood flowing from the R with the cross through it carved into his right pec. He whimpers as the boot connects with the side of his rib-cage, too hoarse to scream, too broken to beg. The only word he can think to say is his friend’s name and even then...] ...Clark...
[Jace hefts the knife] This is none of your business, bitch! [it's pretty clear from the red rage in his eyes, Jace is no-where near sane] He deserves to be punished for what he did.
[Jason growls and bats the knife aside ignoring the cut across his chest. He wants nothing more than to choke the life out of Jace but he needs to know who this "She" is.] Who?
Gotham! She wants him dead! She must do or she'd let me sleep. She made me kill Batman but it's not enough! The kid has to die! [From the gleam in his eyes, it's pretty clear Jace is insane]
What the-?! [Here is Max, finding yet another Tim injured. Only... she recognizes the signature of the injury and there's the asshole doing it. So, being a genius (and not really a fighter 8||), she grabs the nearest thing -- a 2x4 -- with both hands and swings to connect to whatever part of Jason is closest.] Get away from him!
[Jace growls and clutches his hand as the blow sends the knife skittering away] Bitch! You're gunna pay for that! [He charges at her, aiming to slam her into the wall]
[Oh good. No more knife. Max will count that as a good thing, but she's scrappy at best as a fighter. She manages to barely dodge the initial charge, though feels something yank at her arm rather harshly.] Slagg-- [Still gonna grit her teeth and act like a cornered cat. Hissing through the pain.] Stay away from the kid. [There's an unspoken "or you'll regret it", because she totally has been putting a file together. Not that it's doing her any good now.]
[Jace growls and rips the throwing knife out of his shoulder] She chose me! She chose me to make it right for what you did! [He throws the knife back, not even close to as accurately and runs at Tim, his own knife drawn] You all deserve to die!
{OOC: I have no problems with Tim killing him as long as Tim has no problems with it}
[Jace hisses in pain, clutching his arm] You killed my brother, you drove the only man I loved as a father mad and you made Gotham scream! I hear her yelling in my head. She won't be satisfied till you're all punished!
[He lunges at Tim again, the knife slippery with blood]
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[He clutches his chest, blood flowing from the R with the cross through it carved into his right pec. He whimpers as the boot connects with the side of his rib-cage, too hoarse to scream, too broken to beg. The only word he can think to say is his friend’s name and even then...] ...Clark...
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What the hell are you doing? Get away from him!
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Get away from Tim, or I put you into a wall.
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[Dodges Jason's charge, cutting open his arm as he moves] Dramatic, much, Jason? What did 'we' do to you?
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[Jace hisses in pain, clutching his arm] You killed my brother, you drove the only man I loved as a father mad and you made Gotham scream! I hear her yelling in my head. She won't be satisfied till you're all punished!
[He lunges at Tim again, the knife slippery with blood]
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