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[prodigaljaybird]

A day later, Jason's learned enough of his new power to keep control, at least to the point that he won't hurt anyone by accident. Gone is the fear of yesterday, and in its place is a delirious kind of purpose, the power in Jason so raw, so unchecked, and as of yet unwielded against an appropriately worthy foe

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[burnwithus]

She's been flying for ten minutes now, really flying, though it's not smooth or seamless at all. Her wings beat in a jerky pattern, sending her dipping up and down at various intervals. It's not easy, and she has to concentrate on it, but the mercy is having something at all to do so. Up and down, up and down. Steady flaps. Katniss isn't afraid of falling.

It's the fire in her breath that scares her the most. Being so close to that sort of heat again only brings back memories of being burned, and the agony that had followed. So much pain that it had driven her delirious.

As usual, she heads to the forest first, flying over the dark expanse of trees that makes her feel oddly at ease. The Cornucopia is a different story, and what's even stranger is that it looks like there's someone standing in front of it. Katniss dips her wings down, trying to aim for a gentle landing, but it doesn't quite work like that. It's too much velocity, much too fast, especially for a body that isn't used to it.

She slams into the ground and tumbles in

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason leaps to her side, his landing a silent echo of her tumultuous reunion with the earth. "You look like me this morning," he says, quiet, careful, and pushes his hands beneath her shoulders, mindful of her wings.

Even his breaths must be measured in this state, and Jason counts them, in, out, in, out, letting no force escape him that might be better used against the horn. "I'm going to destroy the Cornucopia," he whispers. "You should help."

[burnwithus]

Her head is still spinning from her landing, and at first she feels like she misheard him somehow. Destroy the Cornucopia? How could he do something like that? Unless he wasn't the only one who had woken up a little bit different this morning. Katniss rises to her feet as gracefully as she can given the situation, surreptitiously moving her joints to see if anything was broken. Her shoulder was sore, but she could move it, which Katniss took as a good sign.

She looks at it, the great ugly thing that was stained with the blood of 10 tributes. Or had it been 12 that had died in the first hour? These were details Katniss had once been sure she would never forget.
Looking at it brings a sick feeling to her stomach, and after a moment, she nods.

"Do it. But I - I'm breathing fire, Jason," it's terifying. She's stayed away from the element for the longest time, not even able to cook her own food for a while. Facing this fear would take courage that Katniss doesn't think she has.

[prodigaljaybird]

She's scared, he can see it. He'd know it if he was blind because he knows her, but Jason only grabs her hands with her own and smiles. "It's a good thing," he says. "It's yours now, you can use it. Did I ever tell you what they called me back home? I was Robin. And then a man came along and he killed me, he was the Joker, but before that, in a time not many people remember, he was the Red Hood."

He squeezes her hands, suddenly so excited that for a moment he vibrates with a sonic wave. "My father was terrified of bats, so he took them on, he became the Batman. When I came back, I became the Red Hood, the thing that scared me more than fucking anything. It made me powerful, untouchable. If I could be what I was most afraid of, what the fuck could anyone do to me? And Katniss." He brushes the tips of his fingers to her sternum, imagining the fire in her lungs beneath. "You're fire. It's yours, it can't hurt you. You can do whatever you want with it."