This fucking cat.
This fucking cat that got its dumb ass stuck in this damn tree that Tim is dangling from like a piƱata. The back of his belt is caught on a branch which means he's hanging from his ass, folded in half with no other limbs nearby to steady himself. He's tried twisting around to grab the branch but he can't manage it. The cat meows.
"Oh shut it."
The cat is perched close to Tim's face, just out of reach. It hisses.
"Hey, that was way over the line, pal." And now he's scolding a cat.
"Hey, kid," a voice calls.
Tim looks down at a guy standing below him, leaning against the truck of the tree. He tries to sound very nonchalant as he throws out, "Hey. What's up?" He aims for casual. Like he's not suspended in the air with his shirt falling down in his armpits and Superboy underwear showing.
"You."
"Oh right, very clever. You're a funny guy." Tim gets sarcastic in times of stress. Or any time, really.
"You want some help?"
Biting back the sassy retort that first comes to mind, he answers, "Yeah. That'd be great."
The guy climbs the tree. Quickly and easily and far faster than Tim had done. He stops at the last branch that will support his weight which is directly below Tim. "Hi," he says. "I'm Jason."
"Tim."
"So, Tim. Why are you hanging from this tree?"
Rather than speaking Tim just points at the fucking cat.
"Oh. That your cat?"
"No. I just saw it stuck up here and decided to help out. You know, build up good karma and shit. Then this happened."
Jason grins. "Right. Well do you mind if I get the cat down first?"
Tim waves his dangling arm, giving permission. Jason scuffles along the branch he's standing on and reaches up toward the cat. Seeing the man approaching, the cat rears back and hisses. The moment Jason touches it, the fucking cat jumps and runs down the length of the tree, easily escaping. It lands on the ground and keeps running, across the park.
Tim gapes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he shrieks.
