Jason had never really known how to deal with Dick Grayson. He'd crushed, hero worshipped, resented, been furious with, and a dozen other things since he met the guy. Dick had trained him, fought him, talked him off a literal ledge, and they'd tried to kill each other - sort of.

Dealing with him in another universe didn't make Jason know any better what the fuck to do or say. He shrugged. "Yeah, I think so. You're a real Dick," he said, dryly. Which could just be an insult if somehow this wasn't Dick. But Jason knew it was.

He'd resent the hell out of being called tiny though. He might not be tall, but he wasn't tiny. "You have any idea how the fuck I get out of here?" he asked.