"You know why we saved the Joker," Dick growled back, not trying to pull away. As long as Jason was grabbing him, his hands were occupied. "The same reason I'm here. I don't know why they didn't try to make sure you were okay. I wish to God I did." And he did. Dick could lie, of course, but he didn't have a reason right now. Same as Jason.

Dick stumbled, catching himself after only a step or two when Jason pushed him. "Even if you aren't, Jason, I don't have the time to deal with it right now." He really didn't. He could deal with what Jason was saying, the truth in it, after the Yeerk was in the infirmary or back in the Hub. Once all of this was settled. "I can't deal with it right now."

The gun took him by surprise, though it shouldn't have. He knew the way Jason worked. A little, at least. So he should have anticipated the gun. It was only Jason talking that gave him enough of a clue to start moving.

He hissed as the bullet hit his thigh, even as he struck out at Jason's gun hand. No way was he going to give him a chance to shoot twice.