Duo looked up, meeting concerned blue eyes. "My giant robot just asked me if I wanted to go into space to scatter the ashes of my own dead self while Nightwing and a blue ninja shark hang around and wait for me to get back." He made a quiet noise that just skimmed the edge of a laugh. "I think 'sure' went out the window a while back. Probably about the time I fell through a roof and landed on Kisame's bar."
He shifted slightly on aching feet, and backed up a step. Out of reach. "If something goes wrong, at least I'll have made a choice about it. And I'll already be in space, so my ashes won't have far to go." Dick didn’t look happy, but Duo didn’t expect him to. His jaw firmed. "Be thankful. If it goes well, I have something to work with. If I crash and burn, you'll have something less to worry about."