A sharp inhale, and Jason kept a wide berth between them as the โฆcat man? No, that was already trademarked โฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ jumped into a crawl. The gun kept steady.
Those teeth really had him wishing he kept a gag around.
โMaybe a bit fucked in the head, but Iโm not goinโ around ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ.โ
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The wind temporarily leaves his lungs, agile feline body quick to pivot to all fours rather than on his back.
It's a threat and an insult, but he can't help but to grin up with those sharp teeth.
"Sick? Maybe. What does that make you then little birdy-boy?"
๐ธ๐๐๐ .
โFuckingโโ
Jasonโs leg come up, quick, boot connecting with their stomach to kick them down. The gunโs aim readjusted lower to keep level on them.
โYouโre sick. You know? And this is Gotham, crazyโs practically bred here.โ
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Said freak isn't bothering to wipe up the blood, just letting it drip.
"I don't know? Hit me again so we can find out."
Casually pressing his cheek to the guns muzzle.
๐ธ๐๐๐ .
Oh, thereโs a disgusted stare on his face. Horrified.
โYou damned freakโ you LIKED that?โ
Aiming the gun, point blank
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"AGHโ"
Oh? His nose is bleeding..?
....GRINNING.
"You hit me?"
๐ธ๐๐๐ .
PISTOL WHIPPING THEM, ON PANICKED REFLEX
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"GET BETTER AIM IDIOT."
LAUNCHING AT HIM.
๐ธ๐๐๐ .
SHOOTING?
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Better have remarkable aim.. Yori's skittering closer..
