He’d gotten as far as Grant Park when he saw it out of the corner of his eye: bright red and black suit crumpled near the alley between Logan and Racine.
Jason swerved the car after a moment of ‘let him fucking rot’ and drove back, gas mask firmly in place when he exited the car.
Tim had been… robbed it looked like. His belt was empty, the mask had cowl had been pulled back and he had two black eyes. There was a pile of puke not to far from where he was leaning against the wall. He seemed unconscious but his breathing was wrecked and he was twitching every few moments.
There was more movement coming from behind the dumpster. Jason readied himself for a fight immediately, but all he saw was blond pigtails of a 4 year old little girl.
He moved closer.
Blond pigtails, nice shoes and nice pale pink North Face jacket; this girl wasn’t a street kid. Probably got separated from her parents.
She was also sporting a Bat-issued re-breather in her mouth and nose. Tim had probably given it to her and told her to hide. Which was dumb considering even vigilantes can’t beat toxic gas.
He wanted to roll his eyes and walk away. Wanted to leave Gotham for good and burn any remaining memory he had of this place.
He reached down and scooped Drake up in a fireman’s carry and held out his hand to the little girl.
Her eyes were huge and red and irritated from the gas; she was so scared.
Jason handed her the keys to his cab and pointed to it. He pointed to her then, and made the universal hand gesture for ‘drive’.
Her lips turned up around the rebreather and she hesitantly took his hand.
Re: Rated R for language. (SECOND PART)
Date: 2010-11-06 07:35 pm (UTC)Jason swerved the car after a moment of ‘let him fucking rot’ and drove back, gas mask firmly in place when he exited the car.
Tim had been… robbed it looked like. His belt was empty, the mask had cowl had been pulled back and he had two black eyes. There was a pile of puke not to far from where he was leaning against the wall. He seemed unconscious but his breathing was wrecked and he was twitching every few moments.
There was more movement coming from behind the dumpster. Jason readied himself for a fight immediately, but all he saw was blond pigtails of a 4 year old little girl.
He moved closer.
Blond pigtails, nice shoes and nice pale pink North Face jacket; this girl wasn’t a street kid. Probably got separated from her parents.
She was also sporting a Bat-issued re-breather in her mouth and nose. Tim had probably given it to her and told her to hide. Which was dumb considering even vigilantes can’t beat toxic gas.
He wanted to roll his eyes and walk away. Wanted to leave Gotham for good and burn any remaining memory he had of this place.
He reached down and scooped Drake up in a fireman’s carry and held out his hand to the little girl.
Her eyes were huge and red and irritated from the gas; she was so scared.
Jason handed her the keys to his cab and pointed to it. He pointed to her then, and made the universal hand gesture for ‘drive’.
Her lips turned up around the rebreather and she hesitantly took his hand.
Drake had better not fucking puke in his cab.