Okay.

[ It might not be. Jason is glowing blue. Rook says it again, deciding that it’s okay if he says it is. ]

Okay. I trust you.

[ Because he does, and New Amsterdam is such a rare topic. Another land mine to avoid in an old battlefield. ]

But if you keel over, I’m never trusting you about your own physical wellbeing again.

Tim secures the gun on his belt rather than keep it in hand. The only thing a firearm does in a conversation is keep everyone on edge. ]

Don’t tell Beast Boy, but I think I’d be in favor of lethal rounds. The blanks will piss them off.