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[Yep, that sounds about right. At least Dick had thought about that happening as well. In the same manner, he figured that it wasn't going to be what happened. The thing is, Dick stands there and waits. He lets Jay take his time to get suited back up and adjust everything about himself. Dick even plucks a bit of weird looking hair from the corner of the hood so that there's no question he's completely in charge of himself.

There should be a disconnect now, now that Jay's back in an outfit that stretches a divide between them. It's not one that's so hard for this Dick to bother with as much as it should be, and he knows that. It bothers him a little, but maybe that's a bit of sludge still running around inside him from his time in the pit. There's no real telling what it left behind, beyond PTSD.

Fuck. Jay still looks so sexy like this and Dick knows that he's sunk. Those two words give Dick seconds to act and he could easily have moved, but he doesn't until the foot crashes next to his head. The door gives way and then and only then does Dick step to the side, calmly and smoothly so that Jason can leave first. Scanning the room, Dick spies the closest way out and the quickest way to his bike.

Once Jay leaves, he counts to five and heads out the door, and straight out to the street, flipping down the stairs and onto his bike. There are taillights in the distance he knows belong to Jason. If he can get a tiny bit closer he can throw a tracker on him. Dick could have easily placed one on Jay in the room, but it wouldn't have been fun or fairplay. This way is both. ]