"Get up, idiot." Jason grunted as the prisoners inched closer in a ring, kicking the slumped Dick Grayson. He struggled to stand, stumbling as he rose.
"Twenty guys. Four cafeteria tables. Couple dozen trays. This should be fun." He grinned, spitting on the ground. Dick jumped up and down lightly, waking himself up.
"Don't forget. No killing." Dick muttered. Jason rolled his eyes, getting into something similar of a boxing stance.
"Just 'cause old Brucie would ground you if you hit someone in the head too hard doesn't mean I have to follow his rules. Look where his morals got him."
Before Dick could argue, the men rushed forward, shouting. Jason grabbed the nearest prisoner, slamming his head into the bald tattooed one in front of him. As the giant fell backwards, he moved on to the next one, spinning around and using an open fist to smack the side of someone's head that was attacking Dick, bursting his eardrum instantly. While he was distracted with screaming, Dick delivered a front kick that sent him sprawling into a pile of his friends. Before they could get swarmed by bodies in jumpsuits, Jason leaped onto a cafeteria table, slamming his boot into the face of a prisoner that tried to climb up with him.
"Come on, then!" He yelled, distracting them from Dick. "You're a bunch of pussies!" As the now fifteen swarmed the table in rage, he used tray after tray to bat and break over their heads, kicking, punching and shoving them off. One man rushed him, Jason bending down and flipping him over his back, grabbing his hand as he fell onto the table. With a loud crack, he dropped his knee on the man's arm. The man roared in pain as it splintered into an odd angle, and Jason shoved him off the table.
"Jason! Was that really necessary?!" Dick shouted at him, holding one prisoner in a headlock as he stared indignantly up at him.
"You said no killing!" Jason responded, the fighting completely stopping as the two quarreled, the remaining grunts too interested in the verbal spat.
"Oh, so you were planning on killing him? And that's your alternative? Oh, shut up!" He dropped his elbow on the man's forehead, his previous attempts at breaking free ceasing as he was knocked out.
"Well, I'm sorry that I can't conform to your perfect standards! At least my first name isn't cock!"
"It's Richard!" Without another word, Jason threw a tray at a distracted guard's face, while Dick stormed another one, punching him in the temples. In the ensuing chaos, Jason freed a gun while Dick stashed a set of keys. Jason jumped back onto the table, waving the gun about at the prisoners who once more stopped fighting, enraptured.
"Fetch!" He tossed the pistol into the crowd, the prisoners fighting each other for the weapon. Jason and Dick departed, scaling the walls to climb onto another level.
"Why did you give them a loaded gun? Are you insane?" He whispered as they scaled the prison. Jason opened his jacket, showing the only content on the inside, the loaded clip. Jason grinned and continued climbing.
"They won't do any damage. Unless they manage to get another one."