“I told you it was a bad idea,” Dick says, pacing outside your room. You’re like their sibling. “I told you—“

“I know,” Jason grits. “You don’t think I’m blaming myself for this.”

You’re laid up in bed because he’d decided to take you on a mission. Dick’d already warned him, but Jason saw how excited you were. He remembers being Robin—the magic that came with it. It’d went bad so fast.

Dick places his hand in Jason’s shoulder. It’s supposed to be comforting; he’s not sure it is.