Re: CREATURE CONFRONTATIONS: Freddy & Jason
The message from their ‘host’ had barely come out before the former Robins had fallen into their familiar pattern. They were all trained in patrolling without drawing any unnecessary attention to themselves, a task which was made that much easier with so many shadows to sink into. Whatever the creatures were wasn’t something they’d dealt with before, but in the lingering darkness it held a similar tone to plenty of their prior experiences. Horrific beings in strange clothing appearing throughout the city, and picking numerous victims with no particular method and no reasonable explanation for why? It felt more and more like Gotham city by the moment.
The only thing they were missing was a terrible theme.
To his credit, Nightwing had given completely reasonable instructions. Stick to groups, set clear perimeters, keep in communication, and try to determine exactly what they were going up against. It made sense this early into things and Jason was generally willing to follow them. In spite of what anyone may have thought, he didn’t really have a compulsion to break rules. But he also didn’t have any intention of sticking close enough to risk attempts at dredging up distant memories when there was a lull in activity. That meant that when he felt a certain sort of silence take over, one that was more pronounced than comfortable, he’d slipped away to avoid the mere possibility of it.
It also meant that Jason was the first person to hear Freddy calling out with a distinct tone of terror to his voice. By the time that he’d found the source of those cries, though, there was nothing left to see except for the boy bloodied and slumped on the ground. There was an instance of relief to see that Freddy wasn’t hurt worse than he was; he was alive even if he was stuck trying to drag himself toward a much more battered crutch than he’d had before.
Jason took off his mask as he approached Freddy, tucking it under an arm so he’d be recognizable when he came into the boy’s line of sight. The last thing he needed to do was strike more fear into his heart by appearing out of nowhere looking the way that he did like he was just some continuation of whatever had just happened. “Freddy,” he said to announce his presence “It’s okay. I’m going to help you up, alright?”
As he knelt down on the sidewalk, he offered an arm out to Freddy to help him brace himself so that they could get him into a better position. He was more than willing to completely lift him off the ground but what fourteen (and a half) year old wanted a bridal carry to be someone’s first instinct around them? Especially one who’d probably spent enough of his life having people make assumptions about his capabilities.
(OOC: I made an assumption about Freddy’s cane getting broken at this point, but if I’m wrong and that’s a later occurrence let me know and I will edit.)