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‘Grayson, you are the dumbest man who ever existed, and I really hope they write it on your tombstone,’ Damian spat.Dick sighed, to be honest, he was kinda right. It had been his idea to follow Jason around. But he had a good reason! Jason was acting up again! And Dick couldn’t risk another bag of heads (or Jason having a secret girlfriend). Although, how could he have imagined they would end up mixed up into some kind of gang war, knocked out, tied up, and about to be dunked on a pool of Lazarus pit?‘Any last words?’ Said a redhead woman carrying a huge ax, ready to cut their ropes and send them to their Lazarus doom.‘You can’t kill me. I have diplomatic immunity,’ Dick screamed.The woman snorted and cut the ropes.Damian and Dick screamed as they fell to their end when something stopped their fall. Dick opened his eyes to see his brother in his Red Hood gear holding the ropes.‘I love you,’ Dick could cry, but the Red Hood ignored him and talked to the woman.‘Babe, you cannot dunk them. They are not spies. They are friends.’ He said.The woman shrugged. Red Hood moved to his brothers.‘What are you doing here anyway? This is a private club.’‘Grayson here was worried you were going through another ‘bag-of-heads’ phase,’ Damian explained. But Dick wasn’t listening.‘Is that your girlfriend?’ He teased.Jason was quiet for a moment.‘Enjoy your bath.’