[ Jason eyes the food, not understanding what Dick was on to. He hadn't complained about food quality ever since he got out that hellhole. All he says before stuffing the food into his mouth is; ]

Better than rotten fruit or decaying mice.

[ And he eats like he was some starved homeless, watching Dick who doesn't seem half as rushed as himself. What was gonna happen now anyway? Jason was at a loss really. ]

So what now? You gonna tell me on the Bat? Hand me in like one of your thugs?