( openish ) hear the whispers in the street

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & various
What: may - june catch all
When: may~june
Where: places.

Content Warnings: violence, blood, injury, mild gore

( ooc: open & closed starters posted below; feel free to hit me up at crowbars if you want to plot something! or just throw something down and i'll run with it. )

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[reneger]

Being able to relax a little is its own kind of relief. And not one Jason often experiences. Granted, he doesn't know fuck all about this guy yet outside of his villainous history, which means he can't - fully let his guard down, but there's something about Bigby that settles something in him. Maybe it's how much Jason can relate to him, oddly.

Something for him to refuse to read further into in the future, because Jason's not psychoanalyzing himself. That's just asking for trouble. Instead, he notes the location of the house Bigby drags him into, and lets himself slump down onto the couch when he's dropped.

Raises his nonbroken hand to flip Bigby off when he starts getting sassy.

"I'm not a child."

[bigbaddy]

"Start fights like one, get treated like one," Bigby simply says. Though it's likely an odd combination - verbally giving Jason shit, but at the same time still helping him. Because the flipping off and the words Jason is saying do absolutely nothing to convince Bigby to do anything else here than approach the other, starting to wrap the makeshift bandages around the wound. He figures it likely stings, since he has to make sure to wrap them tightly to keep Jason from losing any more blood than he already has, but..

Hey, he is a big boy. He can handle it, if he's handling the rest of his current state. So he's not even giving a warning for it, just continuing his work.

Bigby doesn't say anything else at first while he's busy wrapping the bandages, like he's too focused on that to add any chatter, but then--

"There. Should keep you from bleeding out, at least. If you insist on just letting it heal naturally."

[reneger]

The stoic, loner act only gets Jason so far, and it can't stop the grunt of pain he gives when Bigby does tighten the towels over his wounds. Because it, you know, hurts, and unfortunately Jason can only mask so much. This isn't an adrenaline-fueled war, he's just sitting on Bigby's goddamn couch with his body shredded up.

The adrenaline would, at least, make dealing with it easier. And make hiding the pain easier, too.

Ah, well. All good things come to an end at some point.

"I'm not gonna bleed out. This's just a scratch." Or it's more than a scratch, but not so bad that Jason's all too worried. Bigby's done a decent job of tying it off, the blood should coagulate enough for his body to heal.

In the meantime, Jason's head tips back and hits the back of the couch. His eyes slide closed, and it's exhaustion paired with coming down from the high of the fight in addition to being in someone's house who he's pretty sure won't intentionally fuck him up worse, given the effort he's put into keeping Jason alive that has the tension fading from his frame and has Jason - passing out.

Not fainting from lack of blood, or falling over while conking out, or any kind of falling asleep that's worrisome with the blood loss. Just - passing out because he's tired and in a safeish space.

[bigbaddy]

For a moment Bigby does worry it could be the worst version of passing out, given that Jason did lose some blood, and Bigby's standards of 'how much blood can someone lose before it becomes a real problem' are way off. It's part of the problem with having been near-immortal for so long.

As he stares at the other for a few moments though, he realizes it's more the exhausted kind of passing out. Jason really just seems like he's sleeping in every single way, and even if having a guy sleeping on his couch isn't really how Bigby imagined this would end, he's also not cruel enough to just wake Jason up and force him to get out in this state.

.. so he just.. sighs.

Then he heads into the bedroom, grabbing a spare blanket and spreading it out over Jason's body, so he at least doesn't get cold as hell on top of being injured while sleeping out here - before leaving him there like that.

🎀

[reneger]

He's out for a few hours. Not long enough to get a good amount of sleep, but long enough to help him recharge a bit. Even better: it gets Jason off his legs and lets his body rest. Considering the broken ribs, the broken arm, and the multiple wounds he's been recovering from over the last several weeks - well. He needs it.

But Jason suffers from being a paranoid asshole: he can't stay down for long, even when it is the kind of passing out that leaves him as dead weight on some guy's couch. He's out until he isn't, but like any well-trained Robin, he knows damn well not to make it obvious he's woken up. His breathing pattern stays steady, and he listens to any noise in the room around him. Any hints that anyone is anywhere near him. His arms twitch, then his legs. Verifying nothing is keeping him here by force. One never knows when they've been kidnapped, after all, and this wasn't a planned nap. Once he's sure he's free to go and there is no one around to catch him slinker off and out of the house, he sits up slow.

Pulls himself up to his feet with a quick look around, and lets himself on out.

So he can never talk about this again.