Civilian, Hero
Jason had asked Tim to compile information on the man in the mask before he had made the trek to NYC, not wanting to be unprepared. This information turned out useful when he was being mugged by three random guys at 11:00 at night. What was he doing at 11pm? He was taking a walk, thank you very much the nightmares had made it almost impossible to sleep. He could just fight them off, but that might attract to much attention from curtain costumed individuals. Or he could defend himself like he was trained to.
Sighing, he put his fists up, ready to punch so teeth in. The men looked more wary now but still advanced, one of them raised a pipe to hit him, but Jason was quick and bent down, sweeping his feet out from under him. The guy went down with a clang, metal pipe banging loudly againts a nearby dumpster. The guys that were still standing froze and looked around wearily. Jason smirked He’d been on the receiving end of that look before, both as Red Hood and Robin, but seeing it as a civilian made it so much better.
Just as the men decided the cost was clear and started advancing again, smug smiles on their faces as the fallen man got back up. Jason did his best to keep the bored look off his face. Suddenly, a figure clad in red leather and brandishing two sticks (what was up with people dressing up in red suits and fighting in sticks? First Tim and now this guy?) attached by a string that Jason recognized as billy clubs, landed on top of one of them, knocking him out, and flipping so he landed in between the other two and Jason.
Now, Jason wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but Daredevil was extremely entertaining to watch fight. His movments were fluid like Dick’s, strong like Bruce, calculated like Tim, and yet not at all like any of them because he was moving like he was built for it. Like he was born to be flipping over men and vaulting off walls, kicking and punching and using the environment to his advantage. He fought dirty, Jason noticed, but with an odd mix of boxing as well as many other styles that Jason couldn’t name off the top of his head (he had a literal myth fighting to protect him like he was crafted by God to do just that, sue him if he was a little distracted). The guy he’d tripped before tried to fight back by chucking his pipe in a random direction, it bounced off a dumpster and hit Jason’s leg, that’ll probably leave a bruise later.
The fight (if you could even call it that), ended after a solid 40 seconds, with all three men on the ground either moaning in pain or knocked out cold. Jason stood there in awe until Daredevil turned to him.
“Are you hurt at all?” Jason startled at his voice, just similar enough to the voice Bruce used for Batman (though it also seemed familiar for another reason he couldn’t put his finger on). Registering what the question was, he mentally ran through a catalog of his injuries and shook his head. His ankle wasn’t in any substantial pain and the most it would need was ice.
“Nah. ‘m alright. Thanks though.” He stood there awkwardly as Daredevil tilted his head for a moment before nodding.
“Good. Do you have a phone on you?” Jason nodded. “Ok, call the police to pick these guys up.” Without waiting for Jason to say anything else, he was off up a fire escape and over the rooftops.
Jason chuckled. “Stupid capes and their dramatic entries and exits.” He did call the police though, despite knowing that it was pretty corrupt (though not nearly as much as Gotham). He did have a part to play after all.
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Matt was extremely confused. After the attempted mugging, and even during it, the man he’d recognized as Jason had shown nearly no signs of fear. His heartbeat stayed the same almost the whole time, no heavy breathing, no trembling muscles, nothing (other than the small uptick while he’d watched Matt fight that had evened out afterwards that Matt had decided to ignore the implications of). It was strange to say the least. He had also made a strange comment when Matt had left before calling the cops. He spoke with such nonchalance, like he dealt with muggings all the time, no civilian just walked off getting hit in the ankle with a pipe without so much as a limp.
“Stupid capes and their dramatic entries and exits.” He’d said. It was strange on its own, and anyone without super hearing wouldn’t have heard it, but it was extremely puzzling. He spoke as if he had intimate understanding of other ‘capes’ and had interacted with them before, enough to find humor in their dramatics (Matt refused to agree with him outright, he wasn’t that dramatic).
Another thing that was strange was how quiet Jason was. Matt hadn’t really noticed before but his heartbeat was at least half the volume a normal person’s despite being healthy. His breathing was quiet as well, it was clearly intentional but it seemed so seamless that it appeared second nature, like he wasn’t actively trying to quiet his breath and it was simply habit at this point. Many questions swam around Matt’s head as he vaulted over alleys towards the sounds of another mugging. He pushed them all away for the time being, Daredevil was needed elsewhere.