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[under_thehood]

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[kingofrooks]

I'm going to need the blue back.

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[under_thehood]

Hey Bruce. I'm doing great, thanks for asking.

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[kingofrooks]

If something happened to you, I would know.

The blue. Now.

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[under_thehood]

No.

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[kingofrooks]

Jason, unlike him, I know what you're capable of. Unlike him, I'm not a fool.

That wasn't a request.

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[under_thehood]

And what am I capable of?

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[kingofrooks]

Killing him. Just to prove yourself right.

Did you stab him again, this time? Or did you prefer using the gun?

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[under_thehood]

Good to know that Super talks to everyone. [Yep not telling Clark anything anymore.]

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[kingofrooks]

Do you underestimate me so much that you think I have to be told something in order to know?

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[under_thehood]

If you're trying to save your girlfriend's reputation with me, can it.

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[kingofrooks]

Please. I'm correcting your idiocy.

Did you notice that when you've run out of good arguments, you tend to revert to childishness? I'm getting the blue back.

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[under_thehood]

No you're not.

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[kingofrooks]

[ TRACING... HE'S MOVING NOW AND STILL TEXTING because he doesn't want Clark to hear. ]

I don't make empty promises.

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[under_thehood]

And neither do I. [He has a knife and booze strong enough to disinfect almost anything.]

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[kingofrooks]

[ Jesus fuck. He's running now, following the signal- and might just be on the rooftop opposite. Peering. ]

I'm faster.

[ Coming through the door RIGHT ABOUT... NOW! ]

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[under_thehood]

[Jason's standing toward the back of what is almost half an apartment. Sector 10 isn't really well-known for their austere or even whole apartments. The knife is under the faucet again, washing the blood off as he pulls his t-shirt back on quickly and his hoodie over that when he his phone vibrates with Bruce's next message. The open bottle of Everclear is sitting to the other side of the sink and there's some just splashed out across the crumbling counter where he'd done a rush job. But, wedged between the 9th and 10th ribs in Jason's right side is the kryptonite and he's focusing on breathing right now, swallowing down the pain and the feeling of something being there that just shouldn't. When Bruce bursts through the door, the teenager's washing his hands, trying to get the blood out from under his nails.]

Hey look at that, gold medal for Bruce Wayne and his superspeed.