Duo nodded, and glanced at Dick. As moments went, this was the closest to a goodbye one he'd had in the last... however many days it had been on the island. Even counting everything that'd happened on the ships. He felt like he should say something.
He unslung Vera with a shoulder twitch, letting the heavy gun smack down into his hands. He passed it back to Kisame with a little inward shiver of regret. "Thanks, blue."
Then he looked at Dick again, hesitating, and finally grinned. "See you soon, bat brat. Don't get dead."
Much better than a goodbye.
He limped, grabbed the trailing line hanging from Deathscythe's cockpit, and hauled himself up. The little chamber still smelled like death, but he was getting used to that again. He breathed through his mouth, and dropped into the recently-vacated pilot’s chair, sending up a cloud of dust. It still felt the same. He glanced at the consoles, eyes roving over the differences there. "You actually need me to do anything, or can you handle it yourself?"