That was sloppy, letting Jason in like that. Dick should have known better. His face was going to thank him later for that little fuck up. He brushed it off and recovered fast enough at least. Still he was going to have to repay the favor."Let us help you. We can make this work." He almost sounded optimistic. Too bad optimism in tragedy only resulted in heart break. One would think by now he would have learned his lesson in holding onto hope that everything was just going to work out. When did it ever for them? When did anything ever just turn out right? Was he the most stable example of the bat-family? If he was that was a pretty scary thought and they really were all doomed.
"This isn't the right way." He almost added can't we all just get along? but when Jason's gun dropped to the ground he knew they couldn't. Dick kicked the weapon out of arms reach and made sure to at least keep that part of the fight on his terms. What was he going to do, council him? He wasn't a certified shrink. Thank god for that really. Psychoanalyzing Jason Todd would have probably driven him insane. Lucky for Dick he had the easy part.
Even as techniques flew that he'd never seen he managed to keep anymore fists from hitting his face. The kick on the other hand was another story, he saw it coming and narrowly escaped it by moving to the left of Jason catching a clip of it to his thigh and launching a heavy punch at his rib cage hoping to knock him out. Jason was good. He couldn't afford to underestimate him now. His guard was up and his senses were open, letting instinct kick in. There was only so much Bruce could teach them in a simulator. The rest was how it was applied.
He never thought he'd be down this road again, fighting Jason. They had their differences but he'd always sort of held on to the thin hope that one day they could actually be a real family. Those hopes were fading fast as the night wore on.