Gotham Knights Jason Novels & Stories

He dropped down onto his knees once more, placing the joint of meat on Lara's lap. "I can't exactly eat with my…" she began, his voice raw and angry, but Jason was already way ahead of her. He grabbed his gloves from the back pocket of his jeans, yanked them on, and then set to work on the wolfsbane rope with the Swiss army knife. Luckily it was one of Jason's most prized possessions, being all he had left of his biological father and so, even though he rarely used it, he kept it sharp and in working order. "Ahh! It hurts!"

That was the only question on my mind, the only question I could ask. Not the fact that Mr Newman had gotten a diamond from a gang, illegally, because I was sure both parties were not supposed to be connected to it. Jason shrugged, "I got tired of it all, I was making enough to fend for myself and I wanted out," He explained, "There was no need for me to continue with a gang that knew nothing but death." "How many people did you kill?" He stared at me with surprise in his eyes now, I had no idea why he looked surprised though, that was a very valid question after what he just told me.

"She's the one who put him there." Jason's mind went back to the boxing match Diego had hinted he would be gracing, and the frantic report he’d gotten afterwards. Just to find out, the woman who'd destroyed his best guard, one Sunday, two weeks prior; the woman he'd been dismissing as just a tomboy with a well-used gym membership. That woman was Jenna. "You're telling me," Jason said slowly, "that my new guard… the one who my grandmother recently hired to watch my every damn move, is the same woman who sent Diego to the ER?"

Thorne's mastery over enchantments had disabled the security system, a silent victory against the invisible eyes of our enemy. "Good work," Jason murmured, his approval a quiet rumble in the gloom. We pressed on, each step laden with the weight of impending conflict. Without warning, the scent of iron and moss hit us-patrols. My heart thundered in my chest as Eden's hand found mine, his grip steady and reassuring. His youth belied the steely edge of his burgeoning power, and I knew he was prepared for the trials ahead. "Three... two..." Jason counted down before launching into action, his form blurring into that of Jude, his wolf avatar. The black coat of his beast melded with the darkness a

"Ok, I understand. I will ensure nothing happens to him, now let me help you." "The sooner I leave the better." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 》》Jason《《 I took off my shirt and turned around so I had my back to the detectives. "My name is Jason Dutton, I am known to society as a chess player, but the truth is on those wanted posters I'm known as the Black Falcon. I am the man Robert Markham has been searching for, and he found me, but I had killed him," I explained. I turned to face the detectives and said, "I know what I have done will get me a life sentence and I accept it."

He was doing it anyway. For me. For Monte. For us. Jason's expression shifted from triumph to something darker and more suspicious. He adjusted his grip on Monte, my baby whimpering softly against his chest, and kept his thumb pressed firmly on the dead man's switch. The small device looked so innocent, just a button and some wires, but it held all our lives in its mechanism. "Well, well," Jason said, his voice dripping with venom. "The mighty Four Winter, reduced to begging. I have to admit, I did not think you would actually come in alone."

It wasn't until Theon made his speech—a cheerful but short invitation for them to enjoy themselves in his honour—that they started to relax and enjoy the night. Jason and his betas turned up during the speech and slipped in quietly, disappearing into the crowd. Haley had always liked Jason. He was a stuck-up snot, but he was kind of sweet when he was away from his pack. 'And maybe a little bit cute.' He had dark blonde hair that curled when it got longer on top and golden skin with green eyes that sparkled with intelligence. He wasn't the mega genius his father pegged him as, but he was at least smart enough to know when he was beaten and lose gracefully.

Jason released his grip and walked into the sitting room. "Let's be honest with ourselves, here. That's one of our promises." Jason looked at her and felt weak to talk but he had to. He narrated everything about himself to Rose from his childhood in the cartel to when he began to live with his new parents. He didn't leave the part where he was trained to be an assassin and how he killed numerous men in a twinkle of an eye. Rose's heart palpitated. She couldn't believe her ears but instead of letting her fears and doubts overwhelm her. She hugged Jason who expected rejection at the moment.

Chapter 2 To make the room even more intimidating, Jason sat at the table, clicking the keys of his laptop and speaking into the microphone of a headset he wore. He looked up, lifted a finger to indicate he’d be a moment, and finished his conversation. As he spoke, she drank in the sight of him, resisting the urge to squirm as she took a seat. Jason was fit and tanned, with handsome features that had a rougher edge than Josh’s still immature facial appearance.

Jason stood with his chin lifted, confidence radiating from him. He had seen what Robert's men could do. Each one was the kind of person who hurt others without hesitation. The Northspire Gang was nothing more than a pack of street thugs. With enough muscle, they would fold. Jason was certain of it. He intended to take back everything they had taken from him. Then he spotted Frank with George and Helena, and his anger surged. If not for them, he never would have fallen into Frank's hands.