Jason doesn't trust Logan to stay down. Asshole's got a metal skull, and it hurt like fuck punching him in it (again, because he's done this before) but he's also the kind of jerk who gets back up every time he's knocked down. They haven't known each other long, but it's been long enough for him to figure that out. It's one of the reasons he likes him: that stubborn streak is something Jason can relate to. He also refuses to quit even when he's clearly done for. Like now, as Bigby grabs onto him by the back of his collar and drags him off. He's still fighting against the hold, but the further he gets away from the adrenaline rush of the fight, the less fight he's got left in him. By the time Bigby has chosen a spot to stop, Jason's barely keeping himself up on his feet. Opts not to and drops down onto his ass on the snow.

(Thank you, snow, for being some kind of padding to land on.)

There's the glass sticking out of his shoulder, the massive bruising over his face especially right around his nose, gross blue-green bruises around an eye, his knuckles are fucked under his gloves, but that's a problem he can handle later. It doesn't seem to bother him too much, at least. Mostly because he's used to it.

An irritated scowl flits across his mouth, and Jason drops the hand he'd punched Logan with down into the snow. Looks up to Bigby with a raised brow. "Does it matter?"

Didn't matter when they were fighting.