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(Strays Future-Fic) 1/?

[violenttomboy]

Not the original Strays author-anon. Just a big fan with bigger bunnies. And someone who needs to read the actual comics but never got into it due to not knowing where to start. That said, I just bought my first graphic novel that wasn't manga, had to remind myself constantly I had to read left-to-right like a normal American, and want to hug Damian to death because his mother's a bitch. But I really should've bought a Jason-centered comic, 'cause one movie and the occasional Jason-centric fills on this meme shouldn't qualify me to write about him without messing something up. Here's hoping I do him justice.

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There is an unspoken law in Gotham that every crook, from the two-bits to the mob bosses, knows by heart:

Never hurt a Bird, 'cause it's never worth angering the Flock.

Trip them, tie them up, knock them out, maybe even shoot them in a non-fatal area. But never do anything that they can't get back up from again, or else your life will be forfeit. The Flock will destroy you, if the Bat doesn't get to you first.

Of course, to a certain murderous, clown-themed psychopath, that's exactly what he wants. He just wonders why he hasn't done so sooner.

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Even when his thoughts roared that this was all totally Dickface's fault, a tiny voice in the back of Jason's head berated himself for being so goddamn stupid.

He shouldn't have gone out on his own. Batman had repeated over and over to him and the others that as long as they worked under him and in Gotham, none of them were ever allowed to go out patrolling on their own, that they should always go out with at least one other.

But no, Dickface had left. He left. He got to go somewhere else on his own. He'd been gone for a few months now. The ass actually left them all, went under a new name, Nightwing, which totally sounded gay, just like the rest of him, and was patrolling another city all on his lonesome because apparently only he was awesome enough for that. And apparently he was just doing fine. Stupid dick, he couldn't just leave and-

A good hard whack across his face from a crowbar snapped him out of his thoughts and sent him tumbling to the unforgiving concrete floor of a long-abandoned warehouse. Might as well too, seeing how those thoughts were what distracted him and allowed the Joker to one-up him in the first place.

"Oh, kiddo. That looked like it really hurt."

Jason managed to raise his head to glare back at the grinning white face. He'd have loved to see it caved underneath his fist, but his hands were securely tied behind his back. The Joker grinned wider, running his fingers across the blood-spattered crowbar.

"Now tell me, pumpkin. What hurts more? This-" the iron struck the top of his skull "-or this?" there went his ribs "Forehand-" his shoulder cried out in pain "-or backhand" he was caught underneath his chin.

The Joker let out a belting laugh, but he still heard Jason muttering something underneath his breath.

"What's that? You're going to speak up a little louder," the Joker said, leaning down so his face right next to the teen's. "I think you have a collapsed lung-"

Jason spat a bit of blood onto his Joker's cheek. The insane madman actually grimaced for a moment before slamming Jason's head into the ground.

"Now that was just rude," he said, standing up and wiping the blood off with a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Boy Blunder has a lot more manners than you."

Jason gave him his best shit-eating grin despite the fact that blood was running down his teeth and gums.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Big Bird as of late. Heard he got his new big boy boots and is running around in Bludhaven how. I really wanted to beat him up all nice seeing how he's the first and oldest and all, but since he wasn't available, I had to settle with you," the Joker said, almost cordially, as he stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket. He didn't miss the way Jason's mouth tightened or how his eyes, visible through the ripped domino mask, hardened. He laughed hard.