In the dead of night, when most humans are sleeping, the jungle's more alive than ever. On his lonelier nights, Jason takes comfort in this, winging silently through the trees of Tabula Rasa, watching the night creatures go about their business, oblivious to the happiness or suffering of the sleeping humans all around them. They're simple. Content only to live - Jason doesn't think that he could be like that, but sometimes...
He's jealous.
High in the trees, he's listening now, lulled almost to sleep by the constant chatter, when all at once, the jungle falls silent.
Upright in an instant, Jason cocks his head. Silence means a predator, yet he can detect none, eyes well adjusted in the moonlight. He closes them, listening as Bruce taught him so long ago, and...there. A quiet snuffling from the darkness below. A wounded animal, perhaps, and Jason is just casting a line to investigate when the sound resolves to the shape of a woman's voice.
He's already flying downward when she begins to scream.
"Hey," Jason calls, landing in a crouch a few yards away. She's tied up. She's crying. Jason looks at her and his heart aches.
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Date: 2012-06-01 04:33 am (UTC)From:In the dead of night, when most humans are sleeping, the jungle's more alive than ever. On his lonelier nights, Jason takes comfort in this, winging silently through the trees of Tabula Rasa, watching the night creatures go about their business, oblivious to the happiness or suffering of the sleeping humans all around them. They're simple. Content only to live - Jason doesn't think that he could be like that, but sometimes...
He's jealous.
High in the trees, he's listening now, lulled almost to sleep by the constant chatter, when all at once, the jungle falls silent.
Upright in an instant, Jason cocks his head. Silence means a predator, yet he can detect none, eyes well adjusted in the moonlight. He closes them, listening as Bruce taught him so long ago, and...there. A quiet snuffling from the darkness below. A wounded animal, perhaps, and Jason is just casting a line to investigate when the sound resolves to the shape of a woman's voice.
He's already flying downward when she begins to scream.
"Hey," Jason calls, landing in a crouch a few yards away. She's tied up. She's crying. Jason looks at her and his heart aches.
"I'm gonna help you."