WHO. Jace Debney + Colin Ford. WHAT. Reunited and it feels ...kinda painful, actually. WHERE. Gotham City. WHEN. Friday night. WARNINGS. Language, Robin angst, you know, all that good stuff.
Running. This was what Jace did best. When you had nothing left, when you were lost or lonely, when everything seemed upside down and irreversibly fucked - you could always run. Just like this.
Only this time, he wasn't running from something in particular, he was running toward it. The night was chilled, his breath coming from his mask in excitedly short, visible wisps. When he stopped to inhale, it was through his nose. Eyes looked out beneath him, the city streets glanced straight back, as slick with sin as Jason Todd remembered them. He smirked, but to a height where none but his mask could tell. The rooftop crunched underneath the toe of his boot and Jace moved away from the edge. A siren wailed in the distance suddenly, causing his neck to snap upright, but it died out just as quickly. Typical.
Gotham's Most Wanted were out there, infesting the world with their reincarnated traces. They enjoyed crawling from the underbelly and spreading themselves out like maggots crawling, wriggling over and through the lives of the normal, the mundane. They had better things to do than turn Gotham over on its hinges. That was too easy. Too goddamn obvious. Which is exactly why they did it. Why he did it. Why, on a night like tonight, they returned to Gotham City. It was a competition that never ended between the members of the Rogues' Gallery and the Bat Family. But Jason wasn't a part of either. Not anymore.
Jace finally came to a halt, the distance between his stance and the opposing rooftop silently measuring itself out. Placing the weight on a heel for a split second, he launched forward and began to sprint with no signs of stopping. As he came to the edge, he wasted no time and leaped, his heart pounding wildly in his ears. This he could do. Without fault. Without regret.
His boots landed with a hard slap against pavement. Deja vu. Or something like it. There had to be someone out tonight. Someone out to destroy something. They always were. Jace stood upright, not bothering to dust off the debris from his gloves. He squinted through the darkness. Someone was near. Someone was following him. The hairs on the back of his neck were testament to that.
Good.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, he was off. Full speed ahead.