Jason: "You go to therapy?"
Dick, frowning: "Hello Jason, how was your day?"
Jason: "Deflection something they're teaching you?"
Dick, groaning: "Yes, fine I go to therapy, you could try it."
Jason: "Who the fuck changes therapists every two weeks?"
Dick, rolling his eyes: "Well gee, someone with a lot of problems and a lot of secrets. Will that be all today officer, or should I get a lawyer? Jay?" *room is empty, window open* "Good talk."
Later that evening...
Dick, breaking into a corrupt, psychotic therapist's office and gathering evidence, dumping his own aliases notes, and records.
*light creak and shuffling*
Dick, already standing up with a weapon in hand: "Jesus fucking Christ Jason!"
Jason: "I knew the therapy thing was bullshit."
















