“It’s not about frickin’ money, B,” Jason grumbled, readjusting his ice pack.“Yeah, B,” Dick put in, lighthearted, teasing. Rescuing the emotional tone as usual, when he wasn’t the one who was angry with Bruce himself. “It’s not about the money. It’s Robin tradition. You can’t renege now.”“You want me to be the tooth fairy. Again. For you,” Bruce said, slowly, still looking at Jason.