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More than one guard had fallen at Jason's feet, dead, and Jason hadn't paused, afraid if he let the adrenaline flowing through his veins stop he would freeze to death, and he was moving before the thud had even faded from the hall. His hands had dropped to his hips, guns loaded with bullets to kill and he barely took the time to aim before he was firing, dodging return fire in his spare time. 

He found himself jumping over a reception desk and catching his breath, reminding himself that he was on a mission. Standing up and taking aim Jason had a clear shot of the hastily assigned leader of the small group, his finger on the trigger. A black-haired blue-eyed undoing under him flashed through his mind. He had missed.

And now the undoing was throwing himself through a window after Jason, the billionaire dead by Jason's hands. He'd had to take the shot from point-blank, deathly afraid of missing with a steady gun again. Jason was running, because Dick was chasing him, and he knew they were both waiting for him to catch up. A night of murder, a flash of blue, barreling forwards, latching onto him, burning his insides like cruel acid.

Dick's lips on his own, addicting like his cigarettes, pressing harder. His hands, weaving through Dick's hair, and he hadn't even had the time to sleep since he was last in this dance with Dick. Maybe he was a sadist, addicted to the steel taste of Dick and spelling his doom with every kiss, addicted to the pain.

Dick's teeth grazed across his neck, and sent him farther into madness, making his skin flush and his blood boil under the lips of the other.

"Gotta pull the trigger, Jay," Dick was saying as he pulled himself off Jason, guilt clouding his eyes and Jason knew he looked unshattered from the other side of his bloody mask.

"I know," Jason said because that was what the script called for, Nightwing's team finding him before he bled out on a rooftop where the ruthless Red Hood had gunned him down to secure his escape. Jason reached up and clashed their teeth together, his hands wrapping around Dick and pulling him closer. His hands heavy as he fought against the marionette strings tied to them.

Jason's hands fell away from Dick's hips and the gun in his hands suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. Jason knew Dick, and others knew a graze or bullet wouldn't stop him so, well Dick closed his eyes and pressed his teeth to Jason's exposed shoulder, he raised the gun and brought it down onto Dick's head, slamming it down with enough force that Dick went limp in his arms. Then, in a sort of easy way that would keep him up at night, he sent a bullet through Dick's stomach, knowing exactly where to aim to kill and nearly missing it completely.

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Total word count: 2,500

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