[But carrying him would have been so much faster. Not to mention much less strain on Jason. Those couple of inches of height he had on the other man were just enough to make being a crutch a true pain in the ass. But if it meant Dick didn't fight him, he'd deal with the side cramp from the awkward position later.]

I mean, you could have at least served food, but it's not terrible. I guess.

[He was smirking under his helmet, getting Dick down and out of the building and helping him to swing a leg over the back of his bike.]

You gunna be able to hold on or should I tie your wrists together?