Authors Note: Okay, so this is not a new chapter. I know this is sucky but I've been having complaints about 'errors' and 'mistakes' in my story, and people requested I get a Beta Reader, so I looked into it and DnDtAS went over and edited this story, and this is what came out of it... IDk I know that it's probably better this way, and their are a-lot of editing, but some of the changes just don't sit well with me... IDK, I just felt that Jason is a very rude and abrasive person, and I felt it came acrossed better in my first draft... IDK, maybe let me know which one you like better, and if people like this version better I'll continue to have DnDtAS Beta Read the next part (I'm almost done with the secant part!)!
Today was just not Jason's day; it wasn't even his month. He'd been working for months with the scum of the streets He finally got an 'in' with the city drug dealer's top man- but before he could take the bastard down, someone came to clean up; Jason was lucky to have been throw out the window of a second story building moments before the next bomb went off. Sure, it hurt like hell; he nursed at least one broken rib, but he was out of harm's way….or so he felt. That's when said bastard, who set up the bombs, arose from atenement after the fireworks had already died down. His blood now boils as he asks himself, What the hell is the Clown doing in Jump City?
Jason indifferently slips on his mask and heads for the clown. That's when his day started going really downhill; the clown's sheer insanity and unpredictability alone make him a formidable foe. Jason's fury engulfed him and between two punches, the mad clown managed to pull a knife, stabbing Jason. Jasonslams his fist on the hand holding the blade's hilt breaking the clown's bones. He he backs away holding the knife in place.
He stumbles a bit, and even though he just broke the bastard's hand, he laughs that maniacal laugh and says , "Oh, you're so much fun. I got 'a say, you where my favorite birdie. I had so much fun killing you!"
Jason fist clenches and his teeth grind for more action, but he's already losing a lot of blood. Screwplayingfair, Jason decided. He flung a dozen shuriken at the dodging Joker. As the clown to flee Jason he dived into a side building grabbing several holsters, keeping one hand on the knife so it didn't move, Jason pulled out the gun with his other hand. When Jason resurfaced, the Joker had one long gash on his cheek.
"Birdie… or should I call you kitty, because cats have nine lives!"
TheJokershrieked,meetingJason'sgunpoint withacackle.
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 to check the Joker's pulse. Sure enough, 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 Joker's still form to a light-pole before heading up to the rooftops. He had only made it a few rooftops over when his vision started blurring. He dropped the gun and his belt to the ground and kicked it under the adjacent overhang; he readied his descent when a familiar voice called out "Red X!"