[that's why dick hadn't mentioned it to jason. it was about doing the work that dick loved, in a place that needed the help. dick figured that he and jason would cross paths soon enough. it all turned out very different, that's all.

supplies from a safe house are what jason gets when he doesn't want to go anywhere else. it's what they both get. if they are eventually going to work together and dick is pretty sure he did mention that. he figured he'd need them too.

it's better this way. moving around, dick glances at jason's back and notices that it's pretty clean. he figures whatever suit jason is wearing took the brunt of the damage. ]

i'd never tell bruce that. i did'nt even know i was going to see you. bruce doesn't need to know anything unless we want him to. [he pauses, and runs his fingers softly over the bruises on jason's back. there are lines in a patch where the suit must have given away.]

looks like you've got a hole in whatever suit you're wearing now. only one. good quality if it protected you this much.

[letting out a sigh, dick has suspicions but he doesn't care. he merely leans over and lays his head on jason's shoulder.]

i'm glad you're fine. i know this is our life, but life is short. we both know it. i just got you in mine and want to keep you. call me a sap. i don't fucking care.