Duo managed to slap a smile over his face that didn't feel entirely raw. "Duly noted, boss," he said, and waved a wry little salute. He relaxed a fraction, now that Dick wasn't disagreeing, and looked at Deathscythe again.
The robot was watching him, something vaguely hopeful in the cast of its body language. Duo felt an odd little prickle crawl up his spine.
"Okay," he said, and touched one of the knives strapped to his arm for luck. "You get me killed, and I'm going to drop your giant metal ass in the nearest sun." He glanced back at the funeral pyre, almost burned down to nothing, and said a little quieter. "So how do we do this?"