After rolling his eyes, Jason doesn't know if they have come back from space yet or not. "You're the worst wingman I've ever had in my entire life," he mutters. To keep from even having to look at Dante, he folds over the handgun and pops the magazine out to check the bullets. One is undoubtedly in the chamber, so he puts the magazine back in and drops the gun in the holster on his leg.

Please don't ever wink at him again.

"Put your stupid-ass nipple holder on and let's go," he growls. Jason Todd is so done with your shenanigans and baseless assumptions that he is not also incredibly generous with the women! Even stalking away gets a loud-enough-to-hear: "Jesus, I know I'm not Redbird here, but neither are you apparently.

"I can't even go on a scout without coming back to a Gotham garbage dump. Do you even know how to spell clean?" Sounds an awful lot like Jason is kicking some of the trash around with his boot in the other room.

"...Why? You were literally two inches from the trash can."