“I had a rough week.” He knew Donna was sure to be rolling her eyes somewhere, and almost heard those words he’d had to learn to take in stride with all the hard-earned suffering of a pseudo-sibling; you’re so dramatic. That alone made Dick stand up a little straighter, and even turn his head to ignore Bruce still lingering in his peripheral. No dramatics, and no distractions; through trial and error, he’d learned that dealing with Jason needed a different kind of approach.
But even a quick glance told him all he needed to know; from his posture to his choice of words, that was a Jason. Trouble was, this one didn't look anything like the Robin he’d unwittingly left behind. Fucking multiverse. Knowing about it was already mentally exhausting, but experiencing it first-hand for the second time in one day? Fuck. “Jason?”