It was a little amusing, smelling that spike of fear on the younger boy, but still having to deal with the burst of heroics. Annoying, yes, but amusing nonetheless. The man screamed and scrambled to grab at the vigilante with the arm that wasn't a shattered lump under the wolf's jaws and the drag made Jason do a little hop with his hind end so that he could get a better grip.
He'd bitten this man. There was no way in hell he was going to let him survive now. Not only did Jason not want any other wolves in his territory (no matter what his instincts screamed at him), even if he did want his own Pack it wouldn't be made up of lowlife asshats like this. Jason was a monster, but even he didn't pack teenagers into trucks like cattle.
He growled again, low and threatening, the man in his jaws only an object as he leveled that cold blue gaze onto the stubborn Bat who'd dared come into his woods. It would be easy to just let go of the filth in his jaws and instead snap onto that outstretched arm...but he didn't.
Tim was a lot of things, annoying and perfect among them, but it had been years since he'd actually wanted the younger man dead. A lot of that had been Talia's influence, her anger at Bruce and her anger at Tim for stealing her father's affection almost on par with each other. She'd played him like a fiddle and he'd almost done her dirty work. He wasn't going to give her that now.
He was so focused on Tim that the man twisting in his jaws came as a surprise, a sharp pain tearing across his muzzle making him yelp and drop the knife wielding trafficker. It wasn't silver, it would heal fine, but it had come as a surprise and he pawed urgently at the gash as the man scrambled to his feet and dashed into the woods.
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He'd bitten this man. There was no way in hell he was going to let him survive now. Not only did Jason not want any other wolves in his territory (no matter what his instincts screamed at him), even if he did want his own Pack it wouldn't be made up of lowlife asshats like this. Jason was a monster, but even he didn't pack teenagers into trucks like cattle.
He growled again, low and threatening, the man in his jaws only an object as he leveled that cold blue gaze onto the stubborn Bat who'd dared come into his woods. It would be easy to just let go of the filth in his jaws and instead snap onto that outstretched arm...but he didn't.
Tim was a lot of things, annoying and perfect among them, but it had been years since he'd actually wanted the younger man dead. A lot of that had been Talia's influence, her anger at Bruce and her anger at Tim for stealing her father's affection almost on par with each other. She'd played him like a fiddle and he'd almost done her dirty work. He wasn't going to give her that now.
He was so focused on Tim that the man twisting in his jaws came as a surprise, a sharp pain tearing across his muzzle making him yelp and drop the knife wielding trafficker. It wasn't silver, it would heal fine, but it had come as a surprise and he pawed urgently at the gash as the man scrambled to his feet and dashed into the woods.
Fuck.