Bruce: You need to rest. Build up your strength for the escape. Dick: No escapes for me. Bruce: Deathstroke has taken hostages. And here you are. Dick: We have a truce. He's not touching anybody. Bruce: No one you can see. At Adeline's, Slade was there, you were there, and yet no killing. Why? Dick: He was unarmed. Bruce: And? Dick: And I was in Adeline's house. Bruce: Maybe you didn't want to. Maybe there's something inside Slade that you need. Dick: Yeah, his tiny tin heart got to me. Bruce: You both loved Jericho, and you both got him killed. A common bond of self-loathing. As long as you're both alive, you can always blame the other guy.