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⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ( from jason )

Oh, he’s pissed. The snarl of rage ripped from his jaws not only sounded like it came from a wild animal but looked the part as well, white teeth flashing in the feral mask of fury that consists of Roman’s face as he brutally grappled with his opponent. A button pops off his shirt as strong fingers grab and push him bodily backwards but Roman was having none of it, hooking his fingers into Red Hood’s collar and pulling him along for the ride. "Look at you! Tarted up like some gladiator biker!” Roman spat. The taste of copper upon his tongue is metallic and cloying, only serving to bolster his madness as frenzied fists and fouler words are exchanged. “Covered in body armor!” Red Hood was good despite the few inches of difference in height between them, the younger male evidently being a solid mass of muscle even beneath his protective clothing. Roman was hardly deterred, making sure to grab, grapple and punch anywhere and everywhere beneath the hard, metallic plating of that mocking helmet. “You see what I’m wearing, boy!? Do you feel what you’re hitting when you nail me?! Skin!“ Roman jeered as another button flies off, revealing nothing but flesh and blood beneath his ruined business shirt. His favourite shirt no less. He was gonna have to teach the boy a lesson for that one...

“And Daddy’s not afraid of losing some!”