Dick could probably never lie about the one way he preferred to relieve tension, to de-stress, to heal. Seeing he couldn't exactly bear to be that intimate with someone, though, after Damian's death. So he'd been taking to satisfying himself, and it wasn't exactly a perfect method.

He froze when he heard Jason, crouching at the window of his apartment like a hooligan. The elder ex-Robin grimaced and reached down to pull his boxers back up.

"I don't remember it being one I invited you to, Red Hood." No first names. Not now.