( there's no point in bitching or fighting against dick, so jason skips all that bullshit. winces and clenches his jaw tight when dick digs his fingers into the wound on his hand, but--it's fine. he's had worse. he can handle this bit. and he's careful to keep fingers slack, lets dick manhandle him around because he's going to anyway. not resisting only makes it easier, right? )

No, I didn't recognize 'em. It wasn't personal, he must've been following orders. ( confirming what he and dick both already know: that this is about someone up the foodchain that jason's pissed off. dick was right all along, and jason fucking hates it. especially that he had to find out like this. and then he starts--going off on cain. that's enough to really piss him off, enough that jason's focusing eyes up onto dick and shifting his weight onto his (noninjured side) forearm to try and sit himself up. it hurts, it's definitely causing the stitches on his midsection to sting a little more, but jason's nothing if not stubborn. too stubborn to give up just because something hurts. )

Fuck off, Cain's not your responsibility. ( he's jason's, and jason knows damn well better than to start giving cain orders. it doesn't go well. cain isn't an idiot, either; he's seen shit go down within the walls of the fight club, he's betting cain'll at least try to be a little more careful.

there's a glance over towards him, too. jason's expression pinches tight, before he's transferring temporary ownership of his hoverbike over to cain. not a word about it, just a text stating where it's been left. driving shit like that's not smart when he's full of holes, and he's not asking dick to move it. )

Just--help me to Loki's? And 'll be fine from there. Swear.