Dick looks around at the collapsed building around them, scattered brick and exposed girders and small fires.

He picks his way over to where Jason is laying flat on his back staring up at the moonlit sky and holds out a hand, “This is not what I meant by subtle.”

Jason takes his hand but instead of using it to lever himself up, pulls Dick until he collapses down next to him with a sigh, like the building around them had, knowing not to resist the inevitable.

“This was subtle.”