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ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ( 𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚍 ) ([personal profile] expunge) wrote in [community profile] entranceway2017-12-09 09:25 am

one; text {come to my house & we'll pick the bones}

it's a real bad day to be the white rabbit, ain't it?
or from the looks of things. . a bad last few years.
aside from shoddy pamphlets, what other useful bits of information float around these parts?
I don't have the patience for this shit, and I've got a lot of spare C4.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason doesn't bother replying. He chose a room on the top floor, for easy access to the roof, so he makes it there in five minutes, scowling as he searches for this mystery person he's meeting, a broken chair leg in hand for a makeshift weapon.

... He really misses his guns.]
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-10 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, so this must be the mysterious know-it-all from the network. Sick helmet, dude. Jason watches tensely as he approaches with the knife, left hand wrapped tightly around the chair leg, ready to strike if it's necessary - which it isn't, apparently. Jason glances from the helmeted figure to the knife and back again - he's really offering him a weapon? The implication's pretty clear - he wants to see his blood, and Jason's not on board with that idea, but sure, he'll take that knife, thanks. It's a little awkward to hold in his right hand with half of his fingers still splinted, and judging by the other guy's getup, a knife probably won't do a whole lot of damage against him, but Jason already feels better with the metal resting in his palm.]

Yeah? Well, I'm gonna need a pretty damn compelling reason to give you proof of anything. Start by losing the helmet.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-10 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Haven't you heard? No one stays dead here.

[Not that this is any real surprise for Jason - nothing of huge difference from his life before he woke up in Wonderland. It's not bad enough to get murdered, he had to get brought back and deal with everything after, knowing that his death didn't mean shit to the people he cared about the most. He laughs under his breath.]

You wanna see me bleed? You first.

[He shouldn't be fighting so soon, not with those cracked ribs still healing, but going hand to hand with a guy wearing this much armor is stupid, no one would seriously entertain that idea. No one except Jason, apparently. He's thinking - clock him in the head with the chair leg as a distraction, sink the knife into the back of this guy's knee, maybe the armor doesn't cover that far.]
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-11 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Injuries mean his reaction time is off - Jason should've been able to dodge that bullet, but he doesn't. He's not wearing armor, just regular street clothes from the closet in the room he's taken over; it's not much in the way of resistance, and the bullet slices neatly through fabric and flesh.]

Ow, [he mutters, stumbling half a step backward, dropping the chair leg onto the roof but he hangs onto the knife even as his hand moves instinctively to cover the wound. It's fine - he's been shot before, this is just a graze, nothing he can't stitch, and who would Jason be if he couldn't tolerate a little pain? It's pain worth tolerating; he has a little more information now, valuable information about how this armored figure operates. Jason pulls his hand back from his arm, and sure, there's the blood that was requested of him, a nice normal human shade of red, smeared over his hand and the knife held in it.]

You missed. [His head, anyway.]
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-13 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The helmet comes off, and Jason's eyes go wide as saucers. It's like looking in a mirror, almost - the scars, the J brand, those are obvious differences, but the rest of it? Far too close for comfort.]

You already know who I am.

[That much was clear from the initial texts, and that's about as much of an introduction as Jason's willing to offer at this point. But what it means that he knows who Jason is - what Jason's brain is struggling to reconcile with his understanding of reality - that's much less clear. Clayface is an obvious guess, he'd mentioned it earlier, but just why the hell would Clayface want to pass himself off as another version of Jason, here, much less confront him like this? That makes no sense. A mirror doppelganger on the loose, maybe, only they don't look exactly alike.

A different version, perhaps. There's timeline fuckery afoot so why the hell not fuck around with different dimensions, too? Jason points at his double with the knife in his hand.]


What the hell is this?

[Explain, dude.]
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-19 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not Clayface - OK, that's one possibility ruled out. Still leaves plenty of others, though.]

You're the one with the file on me, wise guy - seems to me like you know a lot more than you're sayin'.

[Having all that info on Jason Todd was unnerving enough, and that's before Jason saw this guy's face. He sticks the knife through a beltloop at his back and wipes his bloodied hand on a clean spot of his shirt sleeve.]

What's with that getup, anyway? You s'posed to be some kind of robot clone or something?
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-19 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Who indeed. No one wanted just the one around. Jason's mouth settles in a hard frown.]

I can tell what it is, genius - I'm not blind. What I'm asking is why you're wearing it. [Honestly. Why does he have to spell this out.] Has Gotham - I'm guessing it's Gotham? - gone to that much shit, or are you just really into cosplay? I mean, if you're me and this [he gestures at the other Jason's armor] means I've got some kind of latent nerd fetish, I think I should know.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He recognizes that tone, and somewhere in his brain, Jason knows he probably should shut his damn mouth, or at least try to keep his tongue in check. He always knows when running his mouth isn't the smart move, but it never stops him from doing it.]

What happened to me? [His eyebrows reach high up into his hairline. What is with this guy?] Why're you asking what you already know? I died.

[He has to stop then, inhale a shaky breath. Pull himself back from the edge of screaming incoherent, pure rage, just like he did when he came back to life under water.]

What, you want a blow-by-blow for comparison? [His face twists into an ugly snarl as his voice takes on an imitation of the Joker's tone, words that have echoed in his ears every day for the past five years:] "What hurts more - forehand or backhand?"
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-20 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, looking at a helmet instead of his own face doesn't help - Jason knows what's underneath the helmet now, and that brand on his cheek is still sharp in his mind. He doesn't miss the namedrop, though - his lips curve into an angry smirk.]

Y'ever wonder what would happen if you dropped a dead guy in Ra's' little fountain of youth? 'Cause - not to spoil the ending, but it's all right there in the name.

[Lazarus Pit. Duh.]

Don't remember hearing being told to "come out," but it was a little hard to hear anything over all the screaming.

[Mostly his own. Which Jason didn't realize at first, but hey. Details. Which he isn't gonna volunteer, nope.

At first, Jason thinks his doppelganger's talking about Ra's being the one who kept him captive, marked up his face, but - no. That's a little too small in scale for someone like Ra's al Ghul. It takes his mind a couple of seconds to piece together what Jason's saying, and what he's not saying, but the brand is a J, and it happened in Arkham, and suddenly, the picture becomes very clear.

It was the Joker.

And some part of Jason understands that what this Jason is saying is that he spent two years being tortured by the Joker. Another piece of him understands that Batman must not have saved him, if it went on that long. This Jason didn't die, he said as much, and Jason still has to bite back the urge to ask him Yeah, but did you die? when he explains in few words the fate that befell him.

Jason doesn't want that sick, sharp feeling that's now twisting in his gut to be because he's thinking about what two years of what he experienced at the Joker's hands would feel like. He doesn't want to have the realization that death would've seemed like a goddamn relief to be settling heavy in his heart. He doesn't want to think about anyone else's pain but his own, but he is now, and he hates it.

Because some small part of him knows, now, that dying isn't the worst thing that could've happened to him. Jason's expression doesn't really relax, but it settles into something a little more stony, less indignant.]


Didn't really figure the Joker for having the attention span for such a long-term project.
Edited 2017-12-20 02:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-20 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jason didn't stop to ask about the specifics of how and why the Lazarus Pit worked - he just knew that one second he was dead and gone, and the next, he was back, alive, alone. Bruce was nowhere to be found, and by the time Jason got his head on straight long enough to piece together what happened while he was dead, he discovered that the Joker was still alive.

And that knowledge - that Bruce cared so little about Jason's murder that he let the Joker continue to breathe - hurt more than being murdered in the first place.

Maybe if Jason had stayed dead, he could've counted himself luckier than his counterpart. He hears that tone through the scrambler, though - easier to pick up, now that he recognizes the voice as his own - and that shred of empathy dug into his heart disappears.]


You think this is what winning looks like? [He scoffs quietly, pointing at himself.] I think maybe you need to get the wiring in your helmet looked at, pal.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2017-12-23 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Kid earns Jason a raised eyebrow from this Jason, as does that comment about your pretty face. He may not have as many visible scars as his double but Jason's under no illusion that he's ever been much to look at.

He knows his own defense mechanisms, though, knows that he defaults to sarcasm and barbs as a way of covering for his own insecurities, knows that he shines an aggressive light on the things that hurt him the most as a way of pretending that he's untouchable. Is that what this is, then - insecurity? Does the other Jason feel threatened somehow by this Jason's presence, by their similarities and their differences? Not physically, of course; Jason's still injured, his double is heavily armed and armored, so in a physical contest at this particular point in time, there's no question as to which of them would walk away the winner.

No, the threat - if that's what it is, and Jason's gut tells him it is - must be something else. Something deeper on the inside. Sure, Jason's unsettled by the other Jason, by knowing what he does about what happened to him, but as much as he refuses to admit it aloud, the other Jason is, to some degree, right - out of the two of them, he's the one who's suffered more. Jason's death and subsequent resurrection weren't easy, but in comparison to years of torture in that maniac's hands, what Jason experienced was a goddamn cakewalk.

Ah. There's that spark of empathy again, burrowing deep in his heart like a parasite, forcing Jason to consider pain beyond his own, reminding him that he's human and not the monster he's convinced himself he needed to become - or maybe was all along, lurking underneath skin and muscle, in his nerves and blood and bones - in order to accomplish his goals.

He hates this - hates feeling, and hates himself, if he's being honest - but he can't find it within his battered heart to hate this other man who was unlucky enough to be born with the same name and face as him. He's had enough to deal with, from the sound of it - he doesn't need a feud with Jason on top of it all.

So Jason chooses, here and now, not to fight the other Jason - in his very Jason way, of course.]


What do you suggest, we thumb wrestle for who gets to stay? [He rolls his eyes.] Believe me, if there was a way outta here, I would already be gone, and you could have all this Wonderland bullshit all to yourself.

[They're both stuck here, regardless of the size and population of the place. Unfortunately.]

How's this sound? You stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2018-01-02 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't have a helmet, but Jason doesn't try to conceal anything in his expression anyway. If the other Jason reads him well - that's to be expected. Trying to hide from someone who knows you about as well as he knows himself is futile, so Jason doesn't even bother trying it.]

Yeah ... [he nods.] Sounds like a plan. [It's a totally reasonable and workable plan. Surely nothing will go wrong here.] Which floor're you staying on? So I know which one to avoid.
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[personal profile] scathefires 2018-01-04 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that should've been obvious. Jason nods in begrudging acknowledgement, mouth set in a wry twist.]

I'm not moving. The view's too nice.

[So yeah, he's on the tenth floor too. Maybe it would be smarter to relocate - maybe it would be smarter still to keep his location a secret. But if this Jason's anything like himself, he'll probably find it out anyway before too long, if he hasn't already.

That should be the end of the discussion, but for a reason Jason can't quite put his finger on yet, he feels compelled to say more. Extend an olive branch, maybe, or just let the other Jason know he's not afraid of him.]


Room number's 2, far end of the hall.
Edited 2018-01-04 19:35 (UTC)