rp, open to Jason.

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Tim was furious. He was beyond furious, in fact, and had gone from shaking and red-faced and snarling to something much more quiet that lived icy-hot behind his eyes. He suited up before heading out, taking his bo-ken with him, and was standing out by the lake and the willows in ten minutes

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[redbutnotrobin]

Jason came down pretty much on time as promised, perhaps three or four minutes late. Just enough to make it look like he wasn't bothered enough to be on time, but not so late as to make him seem unpunctual.

He saw Tim waiting under the trees, Robin colors distinct and bright, and felt something twist inside his stomach. He hadn't bothered with the Red Hood mask, only wearing his domino - red today - and suddenly wished that he had. Jaw set, not suited up but still wearing the white body armor and jeans that were his informal sparring attire, Jason approached the other.

Stopping about a foot in front of him, shifting to a fight-ready stance and flexing his fingers inside his gloves, Jason tossed his backpack and the healing supplies inside to to the left of them, having bundled the vials up inside a jacket to protect them from breakage. Voice rough, threaded with hostility (Jason couldn't help it, he hated seeing Tim in that uniform), he asked, "Want to start now, imposter, or do you need to emo at me first?"

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"You're slow," Tim said, already moving. Jason's snide question left him open, and Tim didn't hesitate to take out his frustration on his not a boyfriend the older boy. Tim knew Jason would see the first blow coming.

All of his muscles were signaling that he was going to toss a kick to Jay's left side, right around his ribs, and Tim was pivoting, on one foot, his whole weight dropped into the hard, fast swipe.

When Jason moved to dodge, Tim bent his knee, body dropping, and jabbed the end of his bow hard into Jason's thigh. Solid.

[redbutnotrobin]

"You're weak." Jason snapped back, having successfully dodged the first attempted kick but then got hit by the stick. A hard, solid hit that made him give a low grunt of surprised pain, even as he took advantage of his height advantage and the way that Tim had dropped his body down to kick the other in the face.

He struck with the inside of his foot, a sweep kick that was normally meant to knock people down, but easily modified. Messy boot, with dirt and bits of grass clinging to it, and Jason kicked hard, even though he prefered throwing punches to kicks.

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Tim took it. Rolling with the force of Jason's kick, he put his weight on his hands and swung out one leg, to pull Jason's feet out from under him. Tim was fast, even if he was small and definately out-muscled. He was used to being out-muscled, most of the time. It wasn't until he'd clipped the backs of Jason's knees with his shin, though, that Tim had time to shake off the kick. If he weren't so upset, it probably would've hurt a lot more.

Still, it made him stumble when he lunged at Jay, trying to take him down in a tackle.