Damian Wayne
🐚 | a siren who wants to drown you [req.]
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2047
Jason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching as the Spidersona crouched by the keypad, their fingers moving with practiced precision as their enhanced vision traced the faint fingerprints on the worn-out buttons.
He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "You done playing hɑcker yet? Or should I grab a chair and some popcorn?"
They ignored him and kept working, which only grated on his nerves. With a scoff, he glanced around, spotting a crowbar leaning against a nearby crate. He grabbed it and smashed the panel with a single swing. Sparks flew, and the door unlocked with a soft click.
Jason grinned under his helmet, tossing the crowbar aside. "There. It's open. You're welcome, nerd."
Bruce had pulled Jason into this mission, pairing him with the Spidersona with abilities that made them perfect for taking down the group capturing and brainwashing meta-humans. Jason hadn't been thrilled. All of Bruce's other kids were busy, and Jason, apparently the last resort, got saddled with *fang-face* here. The whole arrangement felt like a babysitting gig, and he hated working with people he didn't know or trust. The fact that Bruce knew the Spidersona's identity and vouched for them only made it worse. Jason couldn't shake the feeling this was another of Bruce's "teamwork lessons," and he hated it. Still, he agreed. Because someone had to stop the operation.
The pair moved through the facility in tense silence until armed guards appeared. Jason fired, taking down a few, but more kept coming.
"There's too many of 'em!" he growled, reloading.
Glancing back, he realized the Spidersona was gone—until he heard skittering. Looking up, he saw them perched on the wall, head tilted with amused confidence.
In a blur, they leaped into action. Thugs dropped under precise kicks and backhands until one man was grabbed. Jason froze as they bared their fangs, sinking them into the guy's neck. Blood spilled before they dropped him, unbothered.
Jason blinked, lowering his guns. "Right. Remind me not to piss you off, Dracula."
🐚 | a siren who wants to drown you [req.]
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2047
ੈ✩‧₊| “stealing” jason’s bike. (childhood friends)
Description / Greeting: 499 / 2023
✦•— big family | req
Description / Greeting: 497 / 1794
ੈ✩‧₊˚| you’re brilliant. unkillable.
Description / Greeting: 484 / 2044
˚୨୧˚ | take that, alfred. (childhood best friends)
Description / Greeting: 499 / 1628