( he offered his help over the network, and jason certainly meant it. he's running himself ragged jumping from one rooftop to the next, breaking into houses and breaking families out as quickly as possible, marks them down on the map daisy provided as soon as he's gotten every individual inside clear. jason's doing his best to avoid any combatants getting in before he can, but it's not always possible. doesn't matter. he's always down for a fight.

any pages would be met with a near-immediate response of omw and an eta as jason shifts from one job to the other, runs his way right towards the signal.

if anyone needs him for anything else? it's not like he can just turn off braintexts. wouldn't even think about it, all things considered. if he hears any distressed sounds from across hallways--that'll get his attention fast enough, too. )

( jason hears the shot before he hears the voice that responds to it. these soldiers--are less than vocal, move quietly, efficiently, don't seem to goddamn react to anything let alone make a sound when they're injured. it gains his attention fast enough, turns his head right towards the noise and jason's taking off, leaps from the top of one roof and straight through the window of the next building, into the apartment that had been pinged on the map. glass shatters around him and he's really fucking glad he wasn't wearing his favorite jacket, this one's full of rips and tears already.

the bullet didn't hit, but some stupid blond kid is down on the ground. there also doesn't seem to be anyone left in the apartment, which--is as good of a sign as any. even if it means he just needlessly jumped several feet through the air, rolled through a window, and ripped the shit out of his jacket. )

Anyone tell you it's not smart to fall over in a warzone, kid? ( he offers a hand regardless, leans over a bit. )

( god knows how long it took him to get even one guy down, but jason did. he's bruised, battered, bleeding all over the goddamn place, bullet wound in his shoulder and blood dripping down from it at a worrying pace but he doesn't care, not anymore.

keith sent him a text, told him--what happened to damian. that he hadn't gotten there earlier to save him. and it's not keith's fault. it's fucking jason's for not staying close to him. for not trying to protect him, for--being way over here instead of following close on his tail. he fucked up, and there's nothing he can do to fix it.

his fist slams down onto the mark of the soldier as jason straddles them, keeps them down on the ground even when punching the mask proves to be ineffective; leaves his hand bloodied, knuckles bruised if not broken, and just. doesn't. stop. )

( he'd patched up the shoulder enough to get by but it only lasts for so long. the gauze he'd shoved right into the wound gets bled through instead of helping it clot, his heart's beating so goddamn fast it's no surprise how fast the blood is pouring out of him and eventually, eventually jason does have to pause for breath. has to call it quits, sit his ass down and wait for his body to catch up with him. skin a pale, ashen color and he almost considers texting markus, asking him to run over from wherever he is but he's--not going to interrupt markus' own mission. there are safehouses set up, there's one close enough that he can make it, he's sure.

so he hobbles over that way instead. )

( he's absolutely covered in bandages but isn't willing to give this up just yet. blood leaking out of a shoulder, bandaids over a cheek, knuckles of his left hand bandaged up tight and that's fine, that's all fine, there's still things he has to get done and jason won't call it quits until he's good and finished. clearly that's not any time soon.

there are still more houses to check in, look for survivors, and instead of leaping from building to building he's taking the goddamn stairs to get up, climbing two steps at a time with his gun still clutched tight in the bandaged hand, takes a deep breath in once he reaches the goddamn door and shoves his foot right up against the lock, tries to break it right off it's frame. )