just a friendly fight between dormmates

[theartofmadness]

Passengers: Jason Todd & Travis Touchdown
Location: Chapel
Date: a Day or two after Theo and Travis throw down.
Summary: probably honestly a friendly spar that turns into something more intense because they're them?? but maybe not. also shitty language. because they're them.
Warnings: shrug emoji.



Just what the doctor ordered: more nightmares. Now with compounded feelings of guilt because he really didn't have enough of that. None of these things were particularly eager to be spoken about to anyone. He could feel the tension in the dorms, the weight of people's experiences, and some were more vocal about it than others. Chatting wasn't really Jason's speed, though. Physical exertion? Far more up his ally. Besides, what's done is done. Can't undo. So that's that.

He had a chance, while Theo and Travis threw down, to take a glimpse at what he'd be up against. At least until he legit fucking fell asleep during it. Didn't know Travis that well. Has some reservations about the guy, but time would tell. At least, the dude seemed to be a little more aligned with the way Jason dealt with shit. Which was to say: he didn't, until he fucking did. So, now sober again and no longer suffering from it (which was good, Jason would have 100% lost the fight immediately if they fought earlier), Todd strolls on into the chapel looking every ounce of street rat that he was-- baggy red hoodie, washed-out jeans, broken down converse shoes.

For the time being, until those doors swung open, Jason was just sippin' a coffee. Fingersraise to flick a wave his way. "Yo."

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Travis shows up fashionably late. His mood is good, and there's a swagger in his step. He's wearing pink shades and a t-shirt that declares NICE TITS with a picture of, obviously, tits. He hasn't been one for church in a long time, but Sunday best, right?

"Yo," he replies. "Before we get going, do me a favour and promise me you'll tap out if I'm about to dislocate something? I don't want the wardens thinkin' I've got a vendetta against teenagers, and all."

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To be honest he didn't even fucking notice the guy was late. What was time in space? Was there even a way to tell it, did it matter?? Probably fucking not. Shit just happens when it happens. Anyway, now that the guy's on the scene his eyes take in the full ensemble with a bit of a snort. That's. A shirt. And yanno, he can appreciate it.

"Aw," He pushes out a pout but it's obvious he's actually smiling. "That's a cute thought." And besides, what's a little shit-talking between acquaintances? It's what he's good at. "Don't worry about it, Claire's probably bored anyway. Gives her something to do, right?" There's an idle roll of his shoulder. "Kick me in the dick and I'll punch yours into a vagina, otherwise I have no other rules. You?"

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Travis lets out a bark of a laugh at that threat.

"I think that one would give her a run for her money, I don't think doctors in her time knew what to do about reversing junk," he replies. He has never thought about it and does not care to now, but isn't she from the 60s or something? He rolls his shoulders in some facsimile of a warm-up. "I'm not into killing for the sake of killing, but if it feels right in the moment, go for it."

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He snorts, "gotta keep people on their toes, man." Jason has no fucking clue, my dude. Though he's kinda gotten used to people being from different times and whatever. Didn't matter, though. Liked the way this guy rolled with it.

His feet were already moving; neck idly rolling and fists coming up. Seemed like Jason was ready to box, but after all the chatter, his opening move turned out to be a knee--looking to clock Travis right in the ribs.

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Jesus, finally, someone who can launch an attack that's not completely obvious ––looking at you, Theo, and your half-dozen obvious swings. And fuck, is that a hint of real fighting experience? Travis could cry from relief. Let's do this.

With little fanfare, Travis steps to the side, a hand going to the side of Jason's knee to shove it aside, twisting the guy away from him so he's open for a punch.

gonna switch format for personal ease!!!

[theartofmadness]

( Jason has training. If nothing else, he has that. It comes with a scrappy edge. The kind you only get from having the shit knocked out of you more than once. The type that's telling of where he came from. Even the polish Bruce tried to put on him didn't quite wash away all the grit those streets gave. But hey, at least it makes him able to improvise in the moment. And he can take a hit without much complaint.

Feels good, though. Feels good fighting when he's clear-minded. Watch. Analyze. React. Something of a smile on his lips. And he gathered well before that Travis had skills--it showed. The guy was quick. Jason almost got clocked, ducking just in time but a little more sloppy than he'd like. One hand caught himself as it pushed into the ground and goes to sweep another leg out, trying to knock Travis off his feet. )