thinkin about like. pit-mad Jason who struggles not to be overcome with anger whenever the lazarus energy takes over his head. he keeps getting angry at the littlest things and once his vision goes green he's basically unstoppable. he blacks out and comes to hours later, usually injured and surrounded by dead bodies and blood. broken hands from where he hasn't had the sense of mind to hold back. terrified survivors crouched in the corners. Talia starts quarantining him whenever he seems pissed off because she keeps losing soldiers to him. one time a fly wont leave him alone during a strategy meeting and it irritates him so much he loses it. comes to four hours later having been barricaded into Ra's favourite meeting room to find out he killed half the guards in the room, Talia has a broken jaw, and Ra's had to be put in the pit again 3 months ahead of schedule.
he sheepishly trudges into the med room with a 'my bad' card and a box of pastries he baked himself in the league kitchen. Ra's calls him a moron. Talia flips him off but smacks his hand away when he tries to take back the goods.
point is he COMPLETELY loses himself whenever the pit rage takes over. until.
the only person who has never once been hurt during any of Jason's blackouts, is Damian. the thing is that when Jason first found the kid practicing katas by the pond and found out he was Talia's kid and, therefor, Jason's little brother, Jason's mind seemed to subconsciously lock in the fact that Damian was something Jason has to protect.
he'd never had a little brother before, but he was a street kid who was used to taking care of the littlun's in his neighbourhood. was the Robin that surpassed even Dick's skills at calming down the terrified kid-victims they came across during patrol. finding Damian and reverting back to that old protector dynamic was just normal, enhanced even, because this kid was his.
that subconscious reasoning that he protect Damian is somehow the only thing that manages to bypass the pit rage. even when he isn't of sound mind and is completely blacked out with rage, his body knows that that little kid who stares up at him with so much awe, pride and trust? that kid? isn't to be TOUCHED.
it gets to the point that noticing Damian is nearby actively works against the pit rage. reminding him even in his mindless state that he can't just go full out godzilla and destroy everything in site. forces rules back into his head which eventually brings him out of his blackout and helps him take recontrol of his mind. seeing that kid actively calms Jason down.
it affects Damian, too. Damian is a child that is actively being raised in a cult-like league of assassins. he was taught how to be a warrior, a prince, and an asset. not a child. Jason is the only exception to that.
when Jason gets angry, nothing can touch him. nobody dares try, they just spot his eyes starting to glow green and sprint in the other direction. whatever room/area Jason loses himself in becomes his until he manages to get himself under control. even the most sacred areas, people will leave to him. Damian still remembers the time Jason started smashing shit up after being called into Ra's own private quarters to be told that his favourite goat had been accidentally slaughtered for a banquet. Ra's had seen his eyes go green and speed-walked out of his own bedroom, locking Jason in and begrudgingly sleeping in a spare room until Jason quietly and sheepishly re-emerged two days later, most of Ra's furniture smashed to dust and splinters.
the other thing Damian realised, quite quickly, is that when Jason blacks out and goes into pit rage, Damian is the only person he won't hurt.
essentially, when Jason gets mad while Damian is near him? Damian gets at least 4 hours of being inside a protective bubble of isolation where he can do/act however the fuck he wants without the league standards being imposed on him. Damian learns to take advantage.
"....Aw fuck," Jason muttered, wincing as his sight finally returns to him. His knuckles are scraped to hell and his feet ache, as if he'd been kicking slabs of metal full-force for hours on end. The dining room around him is... shattered. Destroyed. Decimated. And he didn't even remember what had set him off this time.
The room was empty, of course, everybody having long fled and the door very clearly bordered up to stop his escape. He knew Ra's would have planted a guard outside the room to wait for him to come back to himself, knocking to get out. It was probably the same guard as usual, which was humiliating because after the fifteenth and sixteenth time this kind of thing happened it became less concerning and more... annoying. He really needed to figure out how to control this pit bullshit.
"You've been out for seven hours!" A chipper, proud sounding voice leads him to turn around, realising on second glance that the room was not completely empty. Surrounded by complete carnage and yet utterly untouched, a nine year old was happily sat at the only table not broken in splinters and nails. His feet were swinging childishly back and forth, and he seemed to be shading a piece of paper with a stick of charcoal.
"Seven?" Jason checked dumbly, scratching the back of his neck. "I mean... 'least it was under a day this time..."
Damian hummed, before holding up his artwork. "Look! I got to finish my sketch of the compound!"
Jason stared at him dryly from across the hall, lip split and bleeding. "Happy for you, kiddo."
"Next time you get mad I'm gonna try using watercolours." Damian told him matter-of-factly, grinning in a childlike way of which Jason was pretty sure he was the only human being alive that got to see. "I might just start pissing you off on purpose, you know. If I time it right, I can get you mad right as the new Pokémon game comes out on nintendo switch. Mother never lets me play video games."
"Well at least one of us benefits from me being a grade-A psycho." Jason rolled his eyes, before tiredly hitting his fist against the locked doors to gain his freedom.
my point is i want a Jason who is sick of this pit rage bullshit and who will protect Damian with his life, and a Damian who genuinely sees Jason start to tweak and reacts by fist-bumping the air and running to get his DSI. i want a Damian who trusts an angry Jason to the point where Jason being angry is the only time Damian will let himself act like a child, and i want a Jason who actively calms down whenever he witnesses Damian act his age because that's what his subconscious has trained him to do. i want Jason crashing the fuck out while Damian plays ping-pong against the wall in the background, having the time of his life.
and when they get to Gotham i want the rest of the bats to witness this first hand and genuinely believe they've been drugged with a hallucinogenic.
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