"Maybe suggest designation 'teammates'?" Dick suggested idly, though his guts knotted. 'Not dead' sounded like something that possibly needed fixing, depending on how intelligent and possessive the AI was--and since Duo said it didn't used to speak, obviously things had changed.
He was half prepared to duck for cover.
"We might not be your usual teammates," if he had any, "but for right now we're all the same side." That would be the not-lasering-to-death side.
Dick's lips quirked upward. "Aztec would be awful," he agreed good naturedly, and didn't touch the zombie or vampire references. He'd rather not think about his skin rotting off, thank you very much. It hadn't really been him, anyway. An alternate reality. Not him.
The Aztec, on the other hand, had just been amusing.