[ The fistsmash grazes his temple as Clark veers backward, and he feels the force of Jason's attack even though it doesn't hit him. He's much too fragile to get clocked by something like that.
Still, as he ducks back, sizing the boy up, he's aware jut how much power there is in such a small frame; he's not like Clark, clumsy, broad, tall, relying on supernatural strength. All that's visible is toned muscle, trained to perfection, repeated actions, learned methods of applying force.
Broken rib.
No, he can't. This is a friendly battle, he has no intention of actually hurting him. ]
Re: [Action]under_thehoodOctober 24 2011, 23:27:01 UTC
[Jason would argue that he already has broken ribs that are still healing, that the bruises covering his body and face that he's covered with various layers of makeup don't mean that he should be taken easy on. His fists slam into each other as they miss Clark and he takes another aggressive step forward, not at all interpreting their interaction as a friendly battle. He intends to take their fight to its logical end, with a winner or a loser despite his previous words.
His left hand focuses, pairs of fingers pressed together and curved into a V to go for the superhuman's eyes. Don't let anger make you stupid. The vigilante grits his teeth hard as he almost feels like he's going in slow motion. His whole body hurts and aches and should have exhausted itself already if not for sheer force of will.]
Re: [Action]isitablurredOctober 25 2011, 16:14:36 UTC
[ This one catches him, and Clark brings his hands up to his eyes in agony as he staggers back. No, no, no. He needs his eyes. That really was a dirty move. But which way is up? Focus Clark.
He finds the ground with his hand, and is around to face Jason in the second, battling the sudden blindness with far more grace than the other man has ever shown.
Taking care of his surroundings, he knows exactly where he is, exactly where Jason is, and he leaps forward, rolls, and comes back up with the heel of the recovered foil and the inside of his palm for about where Jason's nose ought to be. ]
Re: [Action]under_thehoodOctober 25 2011, 16:36:25 UTC
[Jason doesn't take that distinct pleasure he usually gets when gaining the upper hand in a fight. He starts to move forward toward Clark as the older man rolls forward, the momentum of both against his already battered face knock him clean out. He's been hit too many times in the past few days, taken too many shots to the head, and so his body just crumbles down to the roof without his knowing, his world black for a couple seconds.
Re: [Action]isitablurredOctober 26 2011, 23:04:55 UTC
[ Clark is leaning over him quietly when he wakes up, fingers on Jason's brow, stroking his fingers back through his hair. He's relieved when Jason wakes up, and sits quietly back. Feeling any cooler, Jason? That's because he breathed on you. Frost breath is useful. ]
Re: [Action]under_thehoodOctober 26 2011, 23:11:19 UTC
[Jason's first instinct when he feels someone's hands on his face is to reach up and try to break them, despite the dizziness that swamps him almost completely. His hand snatches brutally at empty air as Clark sits back, doing his best to try and amble up onto one elbow. The ringing in his ears is almost too familiar as he presses a hand to his forehead.]
Fine, Super. [It's a grunt, but the vigilante's definitely noticing that Clark didn't beat his face in and, maybe just maybe, seems actually concerned. Was that touch before tender? Gentle? What the hell is he supposed to do about that?]
[He struggles to get to his knees as he speaks:] We're finishing the fight. [He can't have lost. He can't.]
Re: [Action]isitablurredOctober 27 2011, 22:24:03 UTC
Did you miss the part where I'm weaker and less coordinated than you are, and I'm still not the one who got his lights knocked out of him?
[ He doesn't bother helping him up. Instead he sits back. ]
If I hit you like that again, you'll probably be waking up in a hospital bed, no matter how hard headed you are. Probably should have put you in one before, but I know how much you'd love that.
Re: [Action]under_thehoodOctober 30 2011, 01:54:44 UTC
[Jason sinks back down into a sitting position, swaying again with a dizzy spell. Dammit.]
What the hell do you mean before? [The vigilante knows that the last time he was out was after Spike and that he'd woken up wrapped up in a blanket and back in his Sector 9 apartment. Oh no, Clark didn---
Re: [Action]isitablurredNovember 2 2011, 12:37:08 UTC
[ Clark doesn't even look at him, instead scanning the horizon. He stands, gathering up both foils, then plonking down on the ground next to him. ]
You'll be glad to know there's no internal damage. To your head, I mean. Considering that vampires can pack quite a punch, that makes you pretty lucky, Jason.
I know you don't owe me an explanation--that's why I'm not going to ask you. But if you want to tell me your side of the story... Well, that's something else entirely.
Re: [Action]under_thehoodNovember 2 2011, 15:44:39 UTC
You expecting me to talk is just stupid.
[If Jason could get up and leave, he would, but with his head swimming, he doesn't want to even try repelling down the side of the building, mostly because he knows Clark won't let him drop and getting help from the older man is just plain humiliating.]
He made the same mistake but at least it was just the first time for him.
Re: [Action]isitablurredNovember 2 2011, 19:22:42 UTC
[ Clark shakes his head. ]
Like I said, I don't expect an explanation. I'm not expecting you to talk, nor would I ever think to expect anything else from you. If there's one thing you've taught me, Jason, it's that you can exceed all of my expectations, or let them down completely. Better to have none at all, that way you can't fail me, but you can't impress me either.
Re: [Action]under_thehoodNovember 2 2011, 20:05:20 UTC
[Clark's use of language from the dream makes Jason clench his jaw as he attempts to force down his reaction. Don't let it show. Still, it hurts to hear Clark say it, regardless of what the vigilante tells himself. Failure. ]
You know, the last time you tried this crap, you got shot.
Which is why I came here to fence you, not pet your hair and kiss your wounds better. I'm not responsible for your mood or your self esteem, and I didn't jump in to save you from that vampire, either.
But look at you. You had my respect, my faith, my trust. You were strong, and now what are you but precisely what you have chosen to be. Nobody else chose this for you. You made this decision; a poor decision, Jason, and now you're paying for it.
Re: [Action]under_thehoodNovember 2 2011, 21:08:24 UTC
[And that presses all of Jason's buttons, his hackles raising.]
I didn't do this. The world did, Bruce did. Do you think I would choose to live like this? [Trying to get to his feet again, his mind thick with rage.] I tried. And this dung heap of a world had other plans. I didn't do this.
[He struggles to a standing position, his vision spinning wildly.]
Re: [Action]isitablurredNovember 2 2011, 21:42:05 UTC
[ Clark looks back, boredly, and drives his elbow toward Jason's gut before he folds his arms again. ]
Do you think you're the first person in the world to lose people? To watch the criminals win while the people you love--while you hold them in your arms and watch as their mind goes, and their bodies just give up breathing. Do you think you're the first person in the world to want to kill the people who took those loved ones from you? The first one to die in the process? The first one to be betrayed, or used?
You don't stay and listen because you're afraid that some of the things I said will make sense, that it'll get through to you that you're the weak one; that everyone else is coping, and for once in your life admit that you're wrong and you're not fine, that you need other people's help, even if it means overcoming your own pride to accept it
( ... )
Bringing swords. Don't be late.
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Still, as he ducks back, sizing the boy up, he's aware jut how much power there is in such a small frame; he's not like Clark, clumsy, broad, tall, relying on supernatural strength. All that's visible is toned muscle, trained to perfection, repeated actions, learned methods of applying force.
Broken rib.
No, he can't. This is a friendly battle, he has no intention of actually hurting him. ]
I'm waiting.
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His left hand focuses, pairs of fingers pressed together and curved into a V to go for the superhuman's eyes. Don't let anger make you stupid. The vigilante grits his teeth hard as he almost feels like he's going in slow motion. His whole body hurts and aches and should have exhausted itself already if not for sheer force of will.]
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He finds the ground with his hand, and is around to face Jason in the second, battling the sudden blindness with far more grace than the other man has ever shown.
Taking care of his surroundings, he knows exactly where he is, exactly where Jason is, and he leaps forward, rolls, and comes back up with the heel of the recovered foil and the inside of his palm for about where Jason's nose ought to be. ]
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But he's not out long.]
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Are you okay?
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Fine, Super. [It's a grunt, but the vigilante's definitely noticing that Clark didn't beat his face in and, maybe just maybe, seems actually concerned. Was that touch before tender? Gentle? What the hell is he supposed to do about that?]
[He struggles to get to his knees as he speaks:] We're finishing the fight. [He can't have lost. He can't.]
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[ He doesn't bother helping him up. Instead he sits back. ]
If I hit you like that again, you'll probably be waking up in a hospital bed, no matter how hard headed you are. Probably should have put you in one before, but I know how much you'd love that.
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What the hell do you mean before? [The vigilante knows that the last time he was out was after Spike and that he'd woken up wrapped up in a blanket and back in his Sector 9 apartment. Oh no, Clark didn---
Shit.]
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You'll be glad to know there's no internal damage. To your head, I mean. Considering that vampires can pack quite a punch, that makes you pretty lucky, Jason.
I know you don't owe me an explanation--that's why I'm not going to ask you. But if you want to tell me your side of the story... Well, that's something else entirely.
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[If Jason could get up and leave, he would, but with his head swimming, he doesn't want to even try repelling down the side of the building, mostly because he knows Clark won't let him drop and getting help from the older man is just plain humiliating.]
He made the same mistake but at least it was just the first time for him.
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Like I said, I don't expect an explanation. I'm not expecting you to talk, nor would I ever think to expect anything else from you. If there's one thing you've taught me, Jason, it's that you can exceed all of my expectations, or let them down completely. Better to have none at all, that way you can't fail me, but you can't impress me either.
Is that how you want it to be?
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You know, the last time you tried this crap, you got shot.
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[ He raises his chin. ]
Which is why I came here to fence you, not pet your hair and kiss your wounds better. I'm not responsible for your mood or your self esteem, and I didn't jump in to save you from that vampire, either.
But look at you. You had my respect, my faith, my trust. You were strong, and now what are you but precisely what you have chosen to be. Nobody else chose this for you. You made this decision; a poor decision, Jason, and now you're paying for it.
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I didn't do this. The world did, Bruce did. Do you think I would choose to live like this? [Trying to get to his feet again, his mind thick with rage.] I tried. And this dung heap of a world had other plans. I didn't do this.
[He struggles to a standing position, his vision spinning wildly.]
I don't know why I bothered.
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Do you think you're the first person in the world to lose people? To watch the criminals win while the people you love--while you hold them in your arms and watch as their mind goes, and their bodies just give up breathing. Do you think you're the first person in the world to want to kill the people who took those loved ones from you? The first one to die in the process? The first one to be betrayed, or used?
You don't stay and listen because you're afraid that some of the things I said will make sense, that it'll get through to you that you're the weak one; that everyone else is coping, and for once in your life admit that you're wrong and you're not fine, that you need other people's help, even if it means overcoming your own pride to accept it ( ... )
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