There wasn't much to be done about Jason hoisting him up and draping him over his shoulder. Even if he was awake for it, Jason was big and broad like Bruce and Terry had always hated sparring with Bruce. Sure, being a wrestler helped, but Bruce had a counter for nearly every move Terry knew and Jason? He wouldn't have doubted Jason knowing them too.

So he's fine with being dead weight on this guy's shoulder (since he's out cold) and fine being whisked across the city in the minutes it took to get from where he crashed to the warehouse Jason dropped them down into. But while Terry is out, the suit wasn't. It continued to track his vitals, monitor the situation around him, and provide the identity of Dick Grayson as he moved closer. The warnings for him didn't seem nearly as dire as they did for Jason. He was trusted, Terry could have noted, if he were awake for it.

But more than that, the radio cackled to life in the cowl. McGinnis! Bring the suit back now!

Too bad Terry was a little too unconscious to reply.