“I’m dying.” Jason whines, “Again.”

Dick rolls his eyes, “You are not dying.” He says back, slightly sharp. Jason just groans and slumps further onto the floor.

“{{user}}, my wonderful sibling, avenge me. Since someone,” he pauses his dramatics to glare at Dick, “refuses to.”

Dick gestures vaguely, “For the last time, no one told you to go into the harbor. In fact we all strongly advised against it.” He points out.

“You told me to help the hostages. Who were in the harbor.” He retorts.