( another knife's pulled out from his belt--and jason's moving to remove a glove from one of his hands (fingers twisted, broken and rebroken to try to get the bones back in place but they've never quite set right) and wraps his fingers around it, squeezes hard enough to break skin.
and then he's opening his hand, palm down. letting the blood leak free from the wound and drip down on the roof, makes his own small puddle of red. he's not clayface. the one in front of him isn't clayface. which leaves clones (unlikely), alternative versions (also unlikely), or he's really lost his shit this time (extremely likely). there's. seriously no reason to copy jason todd, though. declared dead years ago, abandoned by bruce wayne and left for dead. replaced. he's worthless.
just a street rat who should have died years ago. )
action.
and then he's opening his hand, palm down. letting the blood leak free from the wound and drip down on the roof, makes his own small puddle of red. he's not clayface. the one in front of him isn't clayface. which leaves clones (unlikely), alternative versions (also unlikely), or he's really lost his shit this time (extremely likely). there's. seriously no reason to copy jason todd, though. declared dead years ago, abandoned by bruce wayne and left for dead. replaced. he's worthless.
just a street rat who should have died years ago. )
Why the hell do you think I know?