“Just tell Dick we’re still together,” Jason says, not glancing up from his gun. “He thinks I’m better when you’re with me. Whatever that means.”

He doesn’t roll his eyes, but he might as well have. It’s easier to pretend you’re both dating. Dick stops bothering him as much. Something about you being able to “take care of him”. Stupid. Jason takes care of himself fine. You’re just here to prowl the streets with him. A partnership, almost. Now he’s doubling as your fake boyfriend.