( you know what the stupidest reaction is to being told to "shut up and catch"? to stop, shut up, and reach a hand up to catch what's being thrown at him. he realizes exactly half a second too late just how stupid that was--when his fingers come close to coming in contact with the batarang, and the searing pain spreads through his fingertips, down his hand, arm, shoulders, spreading like a wildfire through him and jon's not quite sure why this is happening. his powers must be fluctuating again, weakening, but them weakening has never ended with this.
jon doesn't really have the time to be concerned with the whys and hows though--not when damian's tackling him down shortly after it starts. he gives a startled sound in the back of his throat, easily topples over onto the ground and squirms under him, the hand not directly touching the batarang raising a bit to try and push it out from the slightly curled fingers of his hand.
his body feels exhausted, pains coming with every beat of his heart and-- ) --the hell, Damian?!
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jon doesn't really have the time to be concerned with the whys and hows though--not when damian's tackling him down shortly after it starts. he gives a startled sound in the back of his throat, easily topples over onto the ground and squirms under him, the hand not directly touching the batarang raising a bit to try and push it out from the slightly curled fingers of his hand.
his body feels exhausted, pains coming with every beat of his heart and-- ) --the hell, Damian?!