( he's had so many guns pointed at him, he's lost count by this point. if anything, this right here really makes him feel as if he's back in gotham.
but then jason goes and says what he doesβ spits it at him with a myriad of emotions he can't even begin to make sense of. yet through it all, he sees parts of himself in jason's anger and, again, he doesn't know what to make of it nor the accusations being thrown at him for things he hasn't even done. things he hasn't possibly lived through yet.
and that's when he catches sight of it. a ways behind jasonβ behind red, he sees the flesh-eating plant curl itself around the corner of the building with its spikes and blind hunger. he only has a second to react and does so without even thinking about it.
ripped off the chest plate of his armor, he swings the batarang past jason with such a quickness. it slices into the neck of the plant, severing it in half, but not before it shoots its spikes towards them and strikes bruce right in the chest. the force of it is reminiscent enough to how it feels being shot by a sniper rifle and it sends bruce slamming back into the wall he'd nearly been pushed into during their scuffle.
a thud, he hits the ground. grunting, teeth clenched. one of the spikes having pierced through his armor and merely adding to injury he's already pretending he doesn't have at his side. )
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but then jason goes and says what he doesβ spits it at him with a myriad of emotions he can't even begin to make sense of. yet through it all, he sees parts of himself in jason's anger and, again, he doesn't know what to make of it nor the accusations being thrown at him for things he hasn't even done. things he hasn't possibly lived through yet.
and that's when he catches sight of it. a ways behind jasonβ behind red, he sees the flesh-eating plant curl itself around the corner of the building with its spikes and blind hunger. he only has a second to react and does so without even thinking about it.
ripped off the chest plate of his armor, he swings the batarang past jason with such a quickness. it slices into the neck of the plant, severing it in half, but not before it shoots its spikes towards them and strikes bruce right in the chest. the force of it is reminiscent enough to how it feels being shot by a sniper rifle and it sends bruce slamming back into the wall he'd nearly been pushed into during their scuffle.
a thud, he hits the ground. grunting, teeth clenched. one of the spikes having pierced through his armor and merely adding to injury he's already pretending he doesn't have at his side. )