“Okay, you know what? I just got back to the planet and I’m too tired to deal with this. You can find us when you’re ready to talk like a civilized person.” Dick held his hand out for Jason, who took it, his scowl melting back to a wary look.
“You’re not going anywhere with him.”
“And how are you going to stop me?” Dick asked, raising an incredulous eyebrow.
“You think I’m just going to let you kidnap my son?” Bruce asked, every word clipped and furious.
Dick rolled his eyes and chuckled mirthlessly, “I’m not kidnapping him, he’s my brother—”
If the room had been tense before, Bruce had just taken a knife and torn it to shreds. Jason was gaping, his eyes wide with shock. Bruce’s face was a roiling mass of emotions, locked behind a seething mask. Dick—
Dick’s face went blank, smile dying, expression closing off from the split-second of hurt that had bloomed across it. He let go of Jason’s hand. “Right,” he said flatly, turning away from them all, “Well, you know how to find me, Little Wing.”
He walked out without another sound.