It's a voice that could call him back from anywhere, and Jason struggles towards it, pushing past layers of pain and exhaustion and nausea to reach her. Her hands are cool against his burning cheeks, which is wrong, he knows, but can't remember why past the balm of her touch. He blinks his eyes open, for a long moment relieved that she's okay, she's talking. And then the wind whips at his cheek and Jason goes cold all over.
Staggering upright, he curls one arm around his middle even as he touches his own face, the domino intact beneath his fingertips, but he can tell by the look on Allison's face that it isn't enough.
She'd called him Jason.
Trapped in some muddled place between horror and despair, Jason gapes at her, and for all his planning he's never planned for this - not to be unmasked against his will, against design, had never planned to let the Hood get so vulnerable that it could be a danger, and now.
And now the building behind them is collapsing inwards, sirens distant but getting closer, and Jason holds out a gloved hand in tatters, hoping beyond reason that she'll at least let him get her out of here.
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Date: 2014-09-17 10:29 pm (UTC)Staggering upright, he curls one arm around his middle even as he touches his own face, the domino intact beneath his fingertips, but he can tell by the look on Allison's face that it isn't enough.
She'd called him Jason.
Trapped in some muddled place between horror and despair, Jason gapes at her, and for all his planning he's never planned for this - not to be unmasked against his will, against design, had never planned to let the Hood get so vulnerable that it could be a danger, and now.
And now the building behind them is collapsing inwards, sirens distant but getting closer, and Jason holds out a gloved hand in tatters, hoping beyond reason that she'll at least let him get her out of here.