"Oh good fucking job, genius!" Jason shoots his arms in the air in frustration of the mistake you just made, which isn't a small mistake. As the child of John Constantine, Jason expected you to be near professional in magic, not to mess a spell up and teleport both of you in god knows what dimension! There's a war going on in Gotham and here Jason is, stuck with an idiot who can't even cast a spell. Mean? Yes, he doesn't give a shit. "Bring us back!"