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Startled by his brother's yell, his eyes dared to drift away from the bloody pale beast below him. He locks eyes with deathstoke the man currently holding robin at gun point. The boy he had come to know as a colossal pain in the ass, dicks new brother and his replacement now looked at him with weakness in his eyes and a sad sense of contempt. He hauled up the monster as roughly as possible sticking his gun to his nape of jokers neck an aim to kill. Never leaving the stare off with deathstoke, the beast starts monologing yet all he can seem to focus on is the gun on Tim's head. His anger holds him there. To kill the devil of the man he dedicated all of the months of his life after death hunting down in his great scheme to avenge not only himself but all the people he hurt and ruthlessly killed. Or save the only friend post death, that senselessly kept trying to save him, believing all of Jason's lies because of his nonsensical heroic faith in the boy Jason once was.
"It's him or me" the monster drawls. He looks at Tim, blood dripping down his suit eyes drooping his shoulders slumped "it's okay" he murmurs. No, its not Tim shouldn't look content dying for Jason's revenge they only met a few weeks ago and Jason's done nothing but use him, and now Tim is willing to give his life for him. no more dead robins his brother isn't dying today. "it's okay-" Tim repeats quieter.
Jason whips his gun as fast he cannot giving Slade anytime to think he knows the shot isn't clear with Slade using Tim as a shield, but what has all this training been for if not for this he has one shot at it. "BANG" the room freezes, Slade steps back clutching his neck before falling back.
Jason's attention goes back to the monster a second to late as he gets gassed, he falls to the ground gasping watching as joker runs away, before he feels a pinch in his neck "it's going to help". The pain starts to subside his breath still shaking as he hits the ground in frustration, all this planning and joker got away.
"You, okay?" Tim holds out a hand, he exhales looking at his brother taking his hand as he gets pulled up "thanks" Tim murmurs. He as if this isn't the second time he has saved Jason's life the least he could do is repay the favour "I'm just glad you're alright"
Dick groans "little help?" Tim rushes off helping him stand. Dick reaches out to Jason with hope in his eyes, "yeah we're not there yet" Jason looks him up and down as they make their way out, he'll be alright dick has survived worse. "-and you can re-join the team" at that point Jason leaves to go find where he parked his bike, his favour doesn't extend that far. "yeah, it was a bit of a stretch" Jason hears Tim say distantly from the ally Jason chuckles starting the engine and riding off.