That didn't make him any less sorry, didn't make it any less of a shame that it had happened. He would have said as much, except Jason was clearly done talking about it and he didn't want to force the guy to dwell. As much as he thought talking was important, Jason hadn't come here for some kind of elaborate healing therapy session, and Dick wouldn't be qualified to provide one if he had.

"Sure, I've got some things that should fit you," he agreed, allowing the change of subject easily and heading through to the bedroom to grab some clothes for him. They wouldn't be the best fit, but they'd be better for moving around without being noticed than the Robin outfit certainly.

"There you go," he offered a bundle of clothes to Jason "Go ahead and get changed. I'm going to start making a few calls."