Today was just not his day, actually more like this just wasn't his month, maybe his whole life was really one big shit fest. He'd been working for months with some serious sleaze balls, and had finally got an appointment with the head boss of the drug-dealer in the city, but before he could take the bastard down, some bastard tried to blood the place up, and Jason was lucky to have been throw out the window of a secant story building secants before the secant bomb went off. Sure it hurt like hell, and he definitely had at least one broke rib, but he was alive. That's when said bastard, who had set the bombs up came out from under one of the side buildings after the fireworks had already died down. He feels his temperature rise, because what the hell is the Clown doing in Jump city.
Jason slips on his mask, not really caring that it's not the one he normally wears these days, and heads towards the clown. That's when his day started going really downhill, because the clown is a crazy bastard, but he's not even a trained fighter. Jason's so angry, he hates this stupid clown, that he's not as careful, and between two punches the Clown somehow managed to pull a knife and stabbed Jason with it. Jason ignores the pain and brings his fist down on the hand holding the hilt of the blade, and he hears the bones break. He holds the knife in place as he backs away, because it's still imbedded in him, which is good cause the secant it comes out, he's going to probably bleed out.
He stumbles a bit, and even though he just broke the bastards hand, he laughs, that maniacal laugh and said, "Oh, you're so much fun. I got 'a say, you where my favorite birdie. I had so much fun killing you!"
Jason can feel his fist clench and his teeth grind, but he's already loosing a lot of blood. Screw playing fair, Jason decided and threw a dozen shirakens at the joker, and while the Joker attempted to dodge Jason dived into a side building and grabbed several holsters, keeping one hand on the knife so it didn't move, Jason pulled out the gun with his other hand. When he came back out the Joke had one long gash on his cheek, and he laughed when Jason pointed his gun at him and said, "Birdie… or should I call you kitty, because cat's have nine lives!"
That maniacal laugh was all Jason needed to pull the trigger, and after the bang, the Joker went down Hard. Jason winced as he bent down and checked the Joker's pulse, the bastard was still alive, although he probably wouldn't be laughing when the doctors pulled out the bird shot. With a practiced move he handcuffed the jokers still form to a light-pull before heading up to the rooftops. He had only made it a few rooftops over when his vision started going hazy. He dropped the gun and his belt to the ground and kicked it under the overhang from the other roof, he was about ready to drop under it to when a familiar voice called out, "Red X!"