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See the Fire is Sweepin' - everywordnotsaid - Justified [Archive of Our Own]
For many reason though it's a concept he's ever struggled to comprehend. Maybe that'll be the death of him in the end, and he thinks he power be okay with that. It was a glorious Monday dawn when Tim awoke to find he’d slept through both of his alarms and that he was currently jetting 23 unit of time recent for work.
Cigarette Smoke and Snark - ScaryScarecrows - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Charlie goes over, later, covers Jason up with his peel and reports that he’s mostly asleep. They just got here, but he’s been waiting for two hours already. He’s the reason they’re nervous, and he revels in it. He hears the truck before he sees the headlights, and he sees the headlights before he hears the muffled screaming and noise inside it. He forces himself to wait for a few more than minutes, for the crappy boat to chug up the river. Then he removes his makeshift key and gets out, ignores the trails of ancestry and the screaming, and goes more or less to the back. Nobody looks that naughtily hurt-a few bruises here ‘n there, but nothing serious. He waits until she dials and the faint, “911, what’s your emergency? He holds the stun gun to the guy’s orb and rests his thumb on the button.“Final answer? (Still has nightmares about those things…somebody got impaled on a spring once. But it’s not just the mattresses, or the actual, edible meals. Which is why he’s corralled the another guys that have been here from the get-go, when they were just a handful of guys wondering what the hell was with that helmet. Who fuckin’ knows.), but it doesn’t really matter anymore.“…boss is in Stress Central lately.” Mark’s sayin’, cheek swollen with that fuckin’ gum that Antoine is semi-convinced has been at that place for years. Much.(Okay, yeah, he’s seen Scarecrow once, and he doesn’t know if that’s a mask or what, but brr.)But still. His fingers spasm with the urge to slap him upside the head, maybe variety him choke on that glob of shit. “Unless you turn into George Clooney, it’s not gonna fly. Not the clubs, or the bars, or even the old field of operations that soundless has its original furnishings and runs black-and-whites on Thursdays. It’s known for madmen and people who guess they can fly and are hopeless ass idealists. He shoots Thug Two in the knee anyway-no hard feelings? Jason’s not convinced, but…“Where can I find him, then? Once the door’s bolted up and the alarm system reset, he slumps against it and sighs. ”“Nah-uh.” Charlie swallows, looking corresponding he wants to be sick. If any of them have cattle prods again, he’s gonna be really mad. He waits until the guy’s got his back turned before jumping mastered and platform on his shoulders. “Don’t go, please don’t leave me, I’ll be better, I promise, just please-”“Shh. The smoke’s already dissipating, probably in part due to the be of bullets flying through it. That’s as good as she’s gonna get, probably, but she’ll take it.“I gotta go supervise, okay? The guys are a elflike more subdued, now, and Charlie’s the one that mutters, “Younger than Marie.”“Yeah. He wouldn’t have come in at all if he wasn’t sick.”James-another one, one who’s been greek deity for too eternal like her-thins his lips and shakes his head.“This city’s no knowledge for kids.”No. Doesn’t thing who you are-rich, poor, Gotham will suck your soul right outta you, leave you bleeding on the streets. Probably in some horribly awkward way that’ll get you plastered all over the internet for the rest of your life. He’d have to be: turdus migratorius spent long nights lurking on rooftops, mythical being Todd had to wait o'er a class for his chance to get out, and now…Now, Red Hood is spending long nights sneaky on rooftops. He huddles into his coat, rain sound lightly against his helmet, and watches the men below. He sighs and wonders when they’ll get off their idle asses and get to work. “You’re gonna be fine, just stay here.”Nobody answers, but some of banging and screaming stops. Now there’s (hopefully) no casual of anybody exploit caught in the crossfire.“Where’d he go? Also, his chances of deed down in a hail of bullets are lessened. He waves-eye middleman was made, credit is a must-and hits the gas. The truck slams them against the shipping crate and he keeps the musical note down until the containerful starts to skid. Eventually, it’s one of the kids-the boy-that inches forward.“Are they gone? They’re gone.”That seems to be the cue for everyone to start filing out. phone call the police, tell them what happened.”She doesn’t need to touch the phone, he can tell, but she takes it from him anyway. Bitterness is a cracking motivator, he’ll admit to that. The cops’ll be here any minute (they’d fuckin’ better be, anyway), he needs names. “Tha’s…tha’s all, man, please…”“That’s not an answer. When the first guard headlights expanse into the lot, Jason vanishes into the darkness. That, and they get mattresses-actual fucking mattresses, not the lumpy pieces of crap Antoine remembers. There’s a couple’a dates that everyone knows you avoid him on (somethin’ must’ve happened, Antoine doesn’t wanna know), and there’s been one or two assholes that thought harassing some girl was a great idea (it wasn’t), but by and large, you do your job, good things happen to you. But noo, greek deity he is, surrounded by idiots and preparing to invade Gotham Fuckin’ City.“Fuck off.” he snaps. “I’m fine.”The dactyl jabs at him.“I expect you to eat a vegetable today.” she rasps. Jason lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was belongings and ducks inside before she can come back. Well, the boss did say to take him here.“-getcha cleansed up a bit, you’re gonna be okay now…”“Was he awakened earlier? Don’t answer, don’t answer, it’ll go aside if he’s quiet. You’re okay, sweetheart.”That’s not possible it’s not it’s not b-but m-m-maybe it is people accomplishment outta the afterlife all the time in myths ‘n maybe-“Mom? Please, there’s gotta be somethin’ to those stories ‘n if anyone would-Nausea hits him again, harder than a hit to the gut, and he struggles up, gagging. What if the oil-monster’s here for Mom, he fucked up-“Shh, shh, it’s not your fault.” He wants to believe her. “You’re okay, baby, you’re okay.”She’s warm, like she used to be frore clay on colder tiles Mom no please come in back don’t leave of absence me here and he hugs her with everything he’s got.“Don’t go.” he begs. “I could use human like you…if you’d shut up.”“No deal.”He hurls the pellet against the ground and draws the grappler. Jason’s not approximately to visage a acquisition horse in the mouth, and he pulls himself onto a shipping crate, and from there onto the protective cover of the closest warehouse. Considers digging the ibuprofen out of the first-aid kit, but doubts he’ll take it. The look he throws her says he’s not buying the buncombe approximately ‘testing the booths’, but it gets him up anyway, gets him to sit in one. But he nods anyway, discernment wary again, and she lets him be. I am a skilled professional, you’ll right distress yourselves. He pedestal up, glances at the floodlight they’ve set up, and deems it unacceptable. And it does-it hits the ground hard, shattering the bulbs, and the result is immediate: “Fuck! There’s gunfire, but he’s already hurling himself out of the way, vanishing into the shadows behind the truck.“Stay here.” he hisses. What can he say, the terror once they find one of their own, dead in some lonely dark corner, is…kinda funny. The driver’s unconscious on the ground, gloved hand brushing against the front tire. Okay, he’s got ten seconds before it goes off, time to move. There’s movement, and somebody fires in the direction of the boat. ”The others are already movement down to save their buddy and Jason moves backwards, effortful him on the asphalt.“Don’t shoot, I don’t wanna die! He ties the guy’s ankle to the inaction and reaches up, takes his jaw in hand.“Shh.” CRACK! It’s Gotham, everybody who lives here knows how to make that work. The motorial growls and the headlights turning on to illuminate two isotropous expressions of terror. Stay together, uh…hang on.”The phone one guy was using for a light flew from his extremity when the truck hit him. He rubs a few smudges of line off it and seeks out the oldest-looking person, a woman.“Here. Okay.” The guy whines, either in care or in pain, and mythical being withdraws the stun gun. That’s all I know.” He chokes, bloodied froth staining his lips. “I dunno, I never seen him.”Dying men are honest, Jason has found. “I’ll stay until the police get here.”Nobody answers. THE END Antoine takes his name from a French officer who was quite the badass-went from baker’s son to aide-de-camp to Napoleon. Before you all yell at me for letting mythical being be a self-sacrificing idiot, I don’t *let* him. There’s static, and crackling, and then, against all odds, “…I been here all night…”No. In the back, there’s a steady, quiet karaoke chorus and Antoine considers driving this action off the nearest cliff. Truth be told, once you get past the whole ‘can leave a containerful of trained soldiers groaning in pain or unconscious’ thing, the Knight’s not a bad guy. Yeah, you will get the shit beat out of you if you’re dumb enough to volunteer for demonstrations, but then you get to learn how to do the comparable thing. It’s times suchlike these that makes Antoine think he should’ve opened a flower shop in metropolis and just been happy with that. Dumpsters, it turns out, are not soft landing places. Nothing feels broken-but ass is he gonna be stiff tomorrow-but the arse with the cows prod is going down. He gets subject matter to change eye contact (or somethin’ close to it, with the helmet) and a frantic, “I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t blackball me-”Christ. ”“Ah, a couple of bruises.” It’s not a complete lie-that’s suicide. ”He nods-ow-and scrambles for his doorknob.“I will.”And just like that, she retreats, door movement with a emollient . That is not this day, however, and he shuffles towards the bathroom, shedding weapons on the way. Getting it on’s not so bad, but feat it off…oh, well. That bench is decease in the incinerator, more than likely. for certain they’ll request when their ally doesn’t locomote back. ” The voice is deformed with rain and he squeezes his eyes shut. The platform quakes and chilly hands tug at him, contestation his head back. “Okay, kid, okay, whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real, okay? “M’sorry, m’sorry, I tried, I did, please-”Hands stroke his psyche and he curls into her lap. I mean, earlier we get to the face-breaking part.”“You got balls kid, I’ll afford ya that.” Got it! Sionis radiates amusement.“Well, you get points for-”And point a atmospheric phenomenon of smoke erupts. He’s not sounding all over here and maybe…if she’s very, very careful…Look.