( jon didn't say anything about not fighting. he just didn't say they were fighting. he turns his body towards damian, still keeping right on the ledge of the building, and sucks in a breath through his mouth, taking in all that smoke before turning his head to blow it out and up. out of their way.
it doesn't taste great, but what did he expect? jon coughs into his hand, takes in another breath, before he's shifting forward and raising a fist right for damian's face. there's no intent to actually hurt him with it, of course; his punch is softer than it would be if he were fighting evil dinosaurs or robots or--an alien invasion. jon holds back, because it's damian.
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it doesn't taste great, but what did he expect? jon coughs into his hand, takes in another breath, before he's shifting forward and raising a fist right for damian's face. there's no intent to actually hurt him with it, of course; his punch is softer than it would be if he were fighting evil dinosaurs or robots or--an alien invasion. jon holds back, because it's damian.
but it's still a fist. )