Gotham Knights Jason Novels & Stories

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.

The gift of warning made them shiver. Laureni who has stayed with Jason before understood him and begun begging. He knew that even though Jason hated their master, he was still trained to be second in command making them similar. Unfortunately for him, his apologies were pointless as Jason pulled out an assassins sword and slid his neck open making his head to slid down to the ground . Justin froze to prevent being killed too as he sensed Jason's anger. Rachael and Jake stepped backwards in shock but Arenza stepped forward and embraced her now shaky brother .

Jason watched until she disappeared through the door, making sure she was safely inside the building. Then he turned back to Kairos. The impact hit him before he saw it coming, a force so powerful it sent him sprawling across the concrete, his body rolling from the momentum. He groaned, looking up to see Kairos standing over him, the Obsidian Dagger now gripped firmly in his hand. Jason pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the pain radiating through his ribs. Without hesitation, he launched himself at the man he'd once called father. He swung for Kairos's jaw, but his former master was faster, sidestepping effortlessly. Kairos's counter came swift and brutal, a kick to Jason's midsection tha

Jason smiled at the trio. "Should we only show up if we need something from you?" Ken replied in exasperation. "I'm just here to take a look at you. You have my condolences. I hope you won't be too sad about it." Gusto sighed. Jason had flown into a rage and massacred many people, striking terror to the entire martial arts community because of Raphael. Hence, it was obvious to see how much Jason cared about him. The Jonas Family simply wanted to visit him, while Gusto was concerned about his son. Ken was also concerned about his nephew.

Dead and motionless. Griffin finally sits on the couch and raises his hands in surrender. “You’re the boss, Jason. Do what you want to, I give up.” He says and then proceeds to put them down. Jason on the other hand is just standing, observing all that is happening. Enjoying the chaos that he has caused. “It feels crappy, right?” He asks loudly. He then walks over to Griffin and sits next to him. “You all keep calling Griffin the assassin, but I’m the real one.” He laughs to himself. “Sterling was to

When he leans over to take a shot, they ride low — just enough to reveal a strip of orange CK waistband and an indecent sliver of smooth skin. Prime. Male. Distraction. “Have you seen Kiara?” “I’m not her keeper.” Oh my God. I’m going to jail one day, and it’ll be for homicide. He sinks the ball neatly into the corner pocket. Before I can fire back, someone stumbles in, clutching the wall like it’s trying to escape him. Jason. It takes him a few seconds — and several blinks — to realize I exist. “Ohhh … hi, beautiful,” he slurs, attempting to stand straight. He doesn’t succeed. Instead, he pitches forward, his hand landing squarely where it absolutely should not.

They huddled in small groups throughout the cathedral's expansive interior, their expressions reflecting cautious anticipation mixed with lingering fear. The Shadow Knight dismounted at the altar, transformed armour adjusting coloration to remain visible without projecting unnecessary intimidation. This gathering would serve purpose beyond symbolic demonstration, establishing foundation for systematic correction rather than merely individual accountability. He recognized faces among the assembled. Mother Verna, former High Priestess whose questioning of corrupted doctrine had resulted in her excommunication. Merchant Mercer, whose family's wealth had been seized through manufactured accusati

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

Giovanni nodded and put his hands on the wheel as the gun lowered. "Do you know who I am?" Giovanni nodded again before he spoke. "You- you're Mr King." He answered. "Yes, I am, but do you know who else I am?" This time, Jason lifted the gun and pointed it at him. "No, sir." "Do you know Maya?" Giovanni's eyes widened at Jason's question. "Ye- Yes, I do." Jason smirked and dropped the gun again. He let out a breath before checking the time on his watch. n

I say trying to get him to focus on the job for now, we are having a big shipment of drugs moved, it’s a ton of money on the streets. “Yeah, yeah…Nikolai, anything you say happens” he says, that’s the thing with Jason, he’ll do anything I say as long as he gets to look at the dancing girls. “We’ll have no problems coming up with an agreement then,” I say raising my glass to his, this is going to be one long night.