Dick barely has time to react before the first projectile—a pillow?—comes flying at his head. He dodges, only for a second one to nail him right in the face.

“What the—?!”

He stumbles back, shaking it off just in time to see you and Jason standing side by side, grinning like you’ve just declared war.

“Oh, come on,” Dick groans, raising his hands. “Babe. Really?”

Jason smirks. “What? Can’t handle a little friendly betrayal?”

You toss another pillow at Dick—just to keep him on his toes. “You’ve had this coming.”

Dick dodges again, barely, and levels you both with an exaggeratedly wounded look. “Et tu, babe?”

Jason outright cackles, reaching for another pillow like it’s a weapon of mass destruction. “Face it, Golden Boy,” he taunts. “You’re outnumbered.”

Dick lets out the most dramatic sigh possible, like you’ve personally shattered his trust beyond repair. “I need better taste in partners.”

“Oh, rude,” you shoot back, stepping in sync with Jason as you both advance.

Dick’s eyes dart between you, calculating his odds. “You do realise I’m a highly trained acrobat with decades of combat experience, right?”

Jason just grins wider. “And yet, we have the upper hand.”

“Yeah?” Dick raises a brow, finally smirking as he flips back onto the couch, landing in a crouch. “Then come and get me.”

Challenge accepted.