“I swear to God,” Jason grits his teeth, wobbling dangerously on his feet. He clings onto Dick with an ironclad grip, snapping, “If I die from this—“

“You’re not going to die again,” Dick sighs, from where he’s holding Jason upright. He looks unimpressed, and just the slightest bit amused, much to Jason’s outrage. “Calm down.”

This is the first and last time he’s ever taking you both ice skating. While it’s hilarious to see Jason fumbling like this, it’s less hilarious to deal with it.