( the moment jason wakes up, he makes to move. doesn't even open his eyes first just--tries to twitch, to stir, to get something under him and he can't.
which is the first sign of many that whatever they got themselves into here, they're fucked. jason's been fucked before, sure. but usually when he gets himself into those situations he's. by himself. not drugged, on the ground in some cave, with two other people. two people he sincerely, never, ever wants to see anything bad happen to.
it's just too fucking bad that this happened then, isn't it.
jason can't move, can't do jack shit and it's. yet another trauma playing on repeat. he can't stop maeda, but he sure as hell can throw every damn curse he can think of at her. promises to kill her in every manner humanly possible, calls her every name in the book. yells until his voice goes hoarse and if it weren't for the mask over his face, the tears would be obvious.
there's not much that can break him anymore, but this? this is definitely on the list. they're streaming down his face, staining cheeks and if jason were thinking straight he'd be grateful that maeda didn't think to take it off.
(she probably already knows, huh. jason's cautious but he studies his enemies well, he's sure she has resources for days. sniffed him out even with him avoiding hanging with damian on the daily during daytime activities)
kate scrambles across for damian and jason's. still frozen on the ground. sees red as he watches the grunts and maeda walk away. imagines shoving more than just knives down each of their throats once he gets his feet under him again.
what's the point of a fucking army if he can't use it to get what he wants? )
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which is the first sign of many that whatever they got themselves into here, they're fucked. jason's been fucked before, sure. but usually when he gets himself into those situations he's. by himself. not drugged, on the ground in some cave, with two other people. two people he sincerely, never, ever wants to see anything bad happen to.
it's just too fucking bad that this happened then, isn't it.
jason can't move, can't do jack shit and it's. yet another trauma playing on repeat. he can't stop maeda, but he sure as hell can throw every damn curse he can think of at her. promises to kill her in every manner humanly possible, calls her every name in the book. yells until his voice goes hoarse and if it weren't for the mask over his face, the tears would be obvious.
there's not much that can break him anymore, but this? this is definitely on the list. they're streaming down his face, staining cheeks and if jason were thinking straight he'd be grateful that maeda didn't think to take it off.
(she probably already knows, huh. jason's cautious but he studies his enemies well, he's sure she has resources for days. sniffed him out even with him avoiding hanging with damian on the daily during daytime activities)
kate scrambles across for damian and jason's. still frozen on the ground. sees red as he watches the grunts and maeda walk away. imagines shoving more than just knives down each of their throats once he gets his feet under him again.
what's the point of a fucking army if he can't use it to get what he wants? )