@WieldedMistress “I’m told I thrive in these sort of joints.”
He smirked, sliding his thumb along the rim of the glass before downing it and motioning for another.
Jason walked down the street, no mask or helmet on as he entered Gotham’s most notorious villain’s bar. Entering without a word he takes a seat at the bar, asking for a beer, scanning the room, looking at the D-List villains that filled the room. Playing pool, drinking, plotting~
~ Jason looked at them all before turning back to the bartender and nodding a Thanks his way, taking his beer, sipping on it, as his gaze falls down to the bar at which he sat at.
Jason stumbles down the sidewalk in a haze. His eyes darting left and right, bumping into civilians as they stare at him in fear and disgust, it’s like walking through knee high water, everything feels as if he’s drifting through until he turns into an alley, falling, drowning ~
@RavensEmpathy ~ as they approach the shivering man, lifting his fist in the air, “I can make a pretty penny offa you pretty boy~” Jason looked up, his eyes full of fear and instinctual rage, the criminal would soon find himself flying out of the alley, skidding face first into the street, ~
@RavensEmpathy Jason sat up, curled into a ball, closing his eyes as if desperately trying to make sense of everything around him. Desperately trying to block out all the noise.
~ laying on his back as he stares up in fear and bewilderment, his mind is in shambles, his body behaving accordingly. Twitching and shaking as he lays on the cold pavement in only a pair of tight shorts. His resurrection and crazed escape from Nanda Parbat has brought him here~