Re: Part two!
Jones wriggled beneath his grip, but doing so was completely useless. Every time he inched forward, Red Hood pressed his blade deeper into his neck, drawing more and more blood each time. Jones winced, went momentarily rigid, and resignedly let Jason haul him back. Ten seconds later, he was kicking his heel back, attempting to escape once again. The bastard was an annoying one, but Jason wasn't worried. He didn't have the capability to be a problem.
You forgot to invite me to the party, Red Hood.
Jason turned, grip still tight around Jones' neck, and eyed the intruder on the fire escape above. Nightwing.
Now that was a problem.
"Sorry, Dickie-bird," Jason started with a shrug, "this one is invitation only. If you lost yours, I really can't be blamed." Carefully, Red Hood slid one of his arms behind Jones, sneaking a gloved hand into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. His fist wrapped itself around a taser gun. If Dick tried to rush him - which he would - Jason would fire off a warning shot. If he kept at him afterward, it wouldn't be electricity that the Red Hood sent flying his way; Dickie-bird would have to run through bullets to get to him.
"You should leave," Jason offered, "save yourself the trip to the hospital."
They both knew that wasn't going to happen. Nightwing was one determined pain in the ass. More to the point, Nightwing was one of Batman's best, which meant that - like Batman - Nightwing would never be able to walk away from the sight of a man being abducted by the Red Hood, let alone anyone. That meant that Jason could either (a) beat him down (b) kill him or (c) attempt an escape. They were both quick on their feet, but Jason felt confident that he could lose Grayson if he needed to. Yet running meant that he would have to ditch the selling point he'd worked so hard to get for Bruce. Jones wasn't going anywhere; as such, neither was Jason.
Nightwing wasn't his target, but he was quickly turning himself into an obstacle. Jason had very little interest in fighting him right now, but if it was what he had to do to get to Batman...
The taser gun remained hidden beneath the folds of his jacket. Jason didn't want to reveal his hand just yet. Instead, he stood his ground. With the blade of his knife still inching it's way deeper and deeper into Jones' neck, Jason tilted his masked head to the side and waited for Dick to make his move.