The first place they start their search for Jason's mother is her last known location. It's standard operating procedure, and Tim is sure that he doesn't need to tell Dick where they're headed. After all, he's worked with Batman long enough to know how these things work, and Tim can't imagine the strategy is any different here. Dick, for his part, seems to just be enjoying traveling from rooftop to rooftop, and Tim doesn't have the heart to tell him to take things more seriously the way Bruce would. Besides, he's saving that for when their investigation really gets going, although, Tim's not exactly sure how long that's going to take.

Jason seems to have done a lot of legwork on his own, given that he has already checked all of his mom's usual locations. However, Tim's certain that he'll be able to persuade people into giving him information where Jason had failed. After all, people are far more willing to tell someone like him things that they would normally try to protect a kid from, and Tim knows the right questions to ask. Not to mention, having Robin with him is always a perk in this part of town. Tim watches Dick laugh as he tumbles through the air, and merely shakes his head at the kid's enthusiasm. It's not as if he's unaccustomed to Dick's particular brand of whimsy, even if he's used to it from a far older Dick Grayson. He ignores Dick's exuberance - just as he always does - in favor of focusing on the task at hand, but he's been having some trouble with that lately. After all, it's been a long time since he has had to work with a partner on a missing persons case, and even longer since he's had to deal with someone with Dick's energy levels.

Tim spends the entire journey to the Seventh Avenue convenience store desperately trying not to let his mind run wild with the possibilities of what could have happened to Jason's mother. He only knows a few details about the Catherine Todd of his world from the case files on the bat computer, but what he does know doesn't leave him with too much optimism about the possible outcome of this case. It's something that Tim hasn't ever really considered, but now that he may very well have to face breaking the news to a far-too-young Jason Todd that his mother has abandoned him for good this time or worse…well, Tim's not really sure what he's supposed to do. This is hardly the first time that he's had to work on an emotionally compromising case, but this is the first time such a case has involved so many possible complications.

When they get to the convenience store, Tim signals for Dick to follow behind him. He's actually caught off guard by the lack of argument. Tim is so used to dealing with a Robin who fights him at every turn that he's actually forgotten what it's like to work with someone who just follows their elder's lead. It's refreshing, but also makes him tense at the same time, due to the lack of familiarity. Tim forces himself to relax as much as possible while they wait for the last few customers in the store to leave. It isn't long before Tim sees his opening. He makes his way to the outside fuse box and flips the fuse for the lights. He loves it when things are this easy, which is something that doesn't happen very often back in his own Gotham. He can feel Dick behind him shifting from one foot to the other, clearly wanting to simply move already. Tim waits for the lone worker to lock the door as she makes her way to the fuse box, and once again reminds himself to work on Dick's patience during training.

The worker sighs heavily as she opens the fuse box, and that's when Tim makes his move. He signals for Dick to follow him once again, and the two of them drop down behind her, making sure to make enough noise to draw her attention. The woman spins around, evidently startled by their sudden appearance. Tim made sure to land to the side of Robin, so she would have an unobstructed view of him. The recognition in her eyes and the sudden calming effect his presence has on her makes Tim want to smile. He clears his throat directing her attention to him, which causes her weariness to return tenfold. Tim holds up his hands in a pacifying gesture. "It's okay. We just have a few questions for you, Gale Hareston."

While Tim is glad that he took the time to do his research on the convenience store and Gale on his palm computer as soon as they left Jason's apartment, he wishes he had gotten more time to observe her; but Tim has a feeling that time isn't on their side. The fact that he knows her name doesn't calm her any, but she doesn't look ready to bolt, either, so Tim guesses it will have to do. "We're searching for a woman. Her name's Catherine Todd."

Before Tim can continue, Gale nods her head. "Yeah, I know Catherine. She ain't been in since last Friday. Her boy, Jason, he was in here a couple a days ago askin' about her, and I tell ya what I told him. I ain't seen her."

Tim ignores her suddenly belligerent attitude, which seems to be the standard response of any Gothamite, and presses on. "Any idea where she went after leaving your store?

Gale shakes her head, clearly annoyed by the interrogation. "Nah, I don't keep track a people once they walk out the door. I ain't runnin' a damn nursery."

Tim can't stop himself from rolling his eyes. He can tell that Dick wants to say something in response, but a sharp jerk of his hand is all it takes for him to keep Dick in check, and it makes him hate himself slightly. It's the gesture he most commonly uses with Damian, when he can tell the younger boy is about to launch into a tirade, but Tim figures whatever works right now will have to suffice. He'll apologize later when he isn't trying to get answers out of people. "Do you have a security camera that faces the street?"

Gale throws her head back and laughs. "You kiddin'? Course, I do. In this town, you gotta have your ass covered."

Tim manages not to sigh out loud in relief by biting the inside of his cheek. It's a start, even if he knows it could be a dead end. "Great, mind if we have a look at the footage from last Friday?"

Gale shrugs. "Whatcha gonna give me in exchange?"

Once again, Tim is relieved that he did his research before coming here. "Well, let's put it this way, either the police find out about the illegal fireworks you sell from a certain storage unit in Pennsylvania or they don't. It's entirely up to you."

Gale grumbles for a moment to herself as she folds her arms over her chest. "Fine, whatever. You gonna let me flip this fuse now or you got somethin' else ta say ta me?"

Tim smiles sweetly. "Nah, you can just let us into your back room and I think that'll be all. Thank you for your time, Ms. Hareston."

She doesn't say anything, but Tim can tell that she isn't at all pleased with how her night has gone. Tim waits for her to flip the fuse and unlock the door to her back room for them. She doesn't offer to help Tim find the right footage of the right day, but it's not something he's unfamiliar with, and at least, for once, he has a second pair of eyes to help him. "Well, Robin it looks like we've got our work cut out for us."

Dick smiles at him brightly. "Dude, that was awesome…like Batman awesome."

Tim still isn't comfortable with being compared to Batman, not even after all of these years and how many times he's heard it, both as a compliment and an insult. "You know, I never get used to hearing you say that."

Dick's grin only seems to grow. "So, I take it your brother compares you to him a lot."

Tim nods as he surfs through various dates, looking for the right one. "Yeah, and he doesn't always mean it as a compliment." Tim can hear the sudden strain in his voice, so he does his best to cover it with a cough, though he's sure that he doesn't fool Dick at all.

Dick folds his arms over his chest. "Well, then he's wrong, because Batman is awesome and so are you."

Tim can't help but laugh. He wonders if his own Dick remembers ever being this enamored with Bruce. When Tim met Dick for the second time, it was as if being anything like Bruce was a sin to him, and, while Dick's attitude has certainly changed over the years, that certainly doesn't mean that he isn't aware of all of Bruce's flaws and, by extension, all of Tim's. Tim shakes his head. He's unwilling to inform this Dick about all of those possible changes. He clears his throat and tries not to focus on the disconcerting feeling of working with a thirteen year old Dick Grayson. "It's time to work, Robin."

Dick just nudges him with his shoulder and grins brighter. "See, just like Batman."

Tim decides to ignore him, and if Dick's smile is slightly off for the duration of their search for the proper footage… well, there isn't much Tim can do about that anyway. It takes them hours of sifting through footage of random people coming and going from the convenience store before they find something useful. There's a short image of a woman who matches Catherine Todd's description, fumbling with a pack of cigarettes, as she exits the store and heads towards the right down Seventh Avenue. It isn't much to go on, but at least they have a direction to go from here.

Tim gestures for Robin to make his way out of the little room and he follows suit. The knowledge that he's going to have to find buildings that have security cameras facing the street, and hope they still have any footage of Catherine Todd's route, and then find a way to access that footage without the help of Oracle is daunting and frustrating. Tim has always wondered how Bruce had managed to get along without Barbara constantly feeding him information before she became Oracle, and it looks as if Tim's about to find out.

He doesn't say anything as he makes his way down Seventh, knowing that Dick will follow him without question. It's odd to think that, for once, Dick's following him and not the other way around, but Tim keeps that to himself. He systematically checks every building for cameras that could possibly get a view of the street and makes a mental note of them. He'll need time to figure out the best way to break into each of the buildings in a timely and efficient manner. It isn't until he's reached the end of the block that Tim realizes Dick's gaze is following his. "So, which buildings do I get to break into, Red Robin?"

Tim smiles as he remembers that this Dick Grayson is just as computer savvy as himself. It'll be nice to work with someone who's on his level and doesn't want him to help with upgrades or feel the need to get back at him if he wins. The thought makes Tim smirk. "You get the left side of the street. We'll download the specs of the buildings, and then whoever collects the most images of Catherine Todd's path by the time we're both done wins."

Dick grins sharply at the challenge. "Oh, you think you can beat me? I'll have you know, I'm the faster hacker on the team. You'll still be standing outside your first building by the time I'm done."

Tim's smirk only grows at Dick's boast. "Correction, you were the fastest hacker, but this is my element."

Dick laughs as they both begin downloading the blueprints to their buildings. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

The moment they both have what they need, the two of them head in separate directions. Even with the challenge keeping them both moving quickly, it's still a long and boring process of searching through days worth of, more often than not, useless footage. After breaking into the various building and gathering the necessary data, Tim has only managed to recover a handful of images of Catherine as she made her way down the street, and what he does have only leaves him with a vague idea of where their search should continue. He's lucky that Robin was able to find footage from the building on the corner that had a clear shot of Catherine ducking down a side alley.

The two of them hit the rooftops this time, and Tim takes a moment to check the list Jason gave him. He pulls up a map of Gotham on his palm computer, and he's not the least bit surprised to discover that the alley Catherine apparently took leads to an old apartment complex that Catherine frequents. He's in the process of trying to decipher the most likely reason Catherine would visit this particular building and where their search should continue, when Dick nudges him with an elbow. "Lighten up, Red. I know you're sore that you lost the competition, but that's no reason to go all grim and Batman on me." He smiles brightly at his own joke, and it takes all of Tim's self control not to roll his eyes.

Tim doesn't respond, but mostly because he's not sure what he's supposed to say. It's been some time since he's had someone tell him to lighten up, and the last person to do so was his own Dick, but the situation was completely different. For starters, they weren't in the process of following a week old trail for a missing woman that could quite frankly set Jason down a path of utter destruction and death. Tim sighs heavily to himself while he attempts to block out those particular thoughts. It's not easy; however, because Tim knows the statistics. It's been over a week. Assuming that she hasn't just left Gotham… left Jason once and for all, the likeliness that she's alive isn't high, and Tim isn't sure what he's supposed to do if that ends up being the case.

At Tim's lack of response, Dick flips onto his hands and begins pacing the length of the roof, obviously bored with the older boy. Tim tries not to cringe at how familiar that move is, and how long it's been since he's seen Dick do it. It's a shock, really, to realize how little Tim had seen of his brother before all of this happened, and worse, how little he saw Dick relax when they did meet up. Not for the first time, Tim contemplates if, possibly, it would be better if he didn't make it home. After all, it would certainly cut down on the fighting Dick has to put up with.

However, Tim doesn't get much time to think about it, because Dick is suddenly beside him nudging him again. "Hey, what's up with you? Your face got all blank like Batman's when he's thinking about…about them."

Tim doesn't need to ask who Dick is referring to. They all know Bruce's expression when he's thinking of his parents, and Tim's not sure what it says about him that he apparently mimics that same facial expression when he's thinking of home. He shakes his head, and tries to give Dick a reassuring smile, even though he knows it falls flat. "Just…just thinking about my own Gotham."

Dick raises an eyebrow and he folds his arms over his chest. "I don't think that thinking of home should make you look like that."

Tim glances down to the ground ruefully before the two of them head further down the alley towards the apartment complex. "We have work to do, Robin."

Dick laughs loudly for a good long moment. "Man, you sure you're not B's bio kid or something?"

Tim has to catch himself from nearly falling off the side of the roof when Dick's teasing question makes him stumble and still all over. He's certain that there's absolutely no way for him to cover that reaction, and he's just waiting for Dick's bombardment of questions, but what he gets instead is an arm wrapped around his shoulders and a tight squeeze. "You okay there, buddy?"

The arm is too thin, the height difference is all wrong, and the voice is too high, but the touch, the tone, and the phrasing is so much like his own Dick that Tim actually has to take a deep breath before he can steady himself. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just saw… something."

It's probably the lamest excuse Tim has ever given anyone, and that includes the time he told his dad he got a black eye from playing football, but Tim figures he's allowed to have a few bad lies in his arsenal. He just hopes that Dick will be kind enough to let it slide, but Tim has never been known for his good fortune. "What did you see?" It's evident that Dick doesn't believe him just by his tone.

Tim stares down at the front of the apartment complex, and nearly laughs. Things do sometimes actually work out in his favor, after all. He points at the northeast corner of the building where an obvious drug deal is going down. "It seems we may have found Catherine's motive for coming here, after all."

Dick's brow furrows at the possibility. "Do we have any reason to believe Catherine Todd is addicted to drugs?"

Tim takes a moment to consider how much he's willing to unveil to Dick, and decides that now isn't the time. "She had various prescription pill bottles in her bathroom, and a good portion of the pills were for pain…most of them were empty."

"And various drugs cause sensitivity to pain, but that doesn't mean…"

Tim holds up his hand to stop Dick from continuing. "Right now, this is the only lead we have."

Dick nods once taking his statement for the command that it was. "Lead the way, Red."

Tim puts his hand up for a signal, but before he can do more than make a sweeping motion with his hand he stops, realizing that Dick won't know that particular gesture. It's fairly new, and the thought actually halts Tim on the edge of the building for a moment. He hadn't even been thinking about the signals he used earlier… not with how easily the two of them work side by side. He clears his throat, and it's just as much to get Robin's attention as it is to give himself a moment to collect himself. "You take the buyers. I'll take the dealer."

Dick nods once again, and they both leap off the building simultaneously. The fight is predictably short. There are two buyers, and Dick takes out the first one by landing on him, and then flips off of him to confront the second. It only takes him a kick and a punch, and the guy is down and out for the count, lying on the dirty pavement next to his comrade. As for Tim's fight, the dealer takes a few more hits than either of Dick's men, but it's nothing Tim didn't account for. He's actually a little impressed that the dealer tries to fight back, but Tim merely ducks under a sloppy punch and kicks the guy into the brick wall behind him.

Tim's bo staff is in his hand and pressed up against the man's larynx before he's managed to catch his breath from the kick. "We have some questions for you." Tim isn't used to doing this with so little information. He knows almost all of the dealers' names back home, big time and small, and he likes to use their names against them. The lack of knowledge in this instance leaves him feeling rather unprepared. He ignores the feeling, however, and motions for Dick to take up the space beside him. "We're looking for a woman." Dick pulls up a picture of Catherine for the man to look at. "I have a feeling you saw her last Friday."

The obvious recognition that flashes in the man's eyes doesn't go unnoticed by either of them, and Tim digs his bo staff just a little more into the man's neck. "She bought something off of you. What was it and where did she go after purchasing it?"

The man glares at both of them. "Fuck you!"

Tim shakes his head and glances over to Dick. "Why is it they never want to do things the easy way?"

Dick smirks evilly. "Maybe they're just all gluttons for punishment."

Tim shrugs. "Mostly likely." He gestures for Dick to move out of the way, and once he's sure he won't accidently clip the boy, Tim pulls his staff away from the man's neck and uses it to sweep his feet out from under him. The man lands on the ground with a loud thud, and Tim drives his foot into the man's gut. "Now, I believe I asked you a few questions."

There's a flash of panic in the man's eyes as he desperately tries to get away, but Tim kicks him again and places his foot right under his chin this time. The amount of dread in the man's expression makes Tim suddenly tense. It doesn't fit this situation…not if Catherine just bought something standard off of him and left. Tim's starting to feel uneasy about this entire encounter. "What did you sell her?" He has to know if it's the product making the man so edgy, or something else.

Tim's growl forces the man to stop and frantically look around, clearly searching for someone a bit taller and more bat-like. It takes Tim a moment to realize even Robin has frozen behind him. He ignores Dick for a moment to focus on the dealer still lying on the ground. He taps the man's head with the side of his bo staff just hard enough to get his attention. "I want answers now!"

The man shakes his head, and it's evident from his eyes that he's trying to talk himself up towards some kind of decision. Tim hopes the man is just convincing himself to answer, because he really hates the courageous ones. "What's it matter? The bitch is dead anyway."

He can practically feel Robin shifting behind him, getting ready to do… something. Tim's not entirely sure what. If it was Damian, Tim's sure he'd be getting ready to pounce on the man and beat him until he was bloody, but Tim doesn't have the knowledge base to anticipate Dick's reaction for this particular situation. The lack of being able to predict Dick's moves is odd. It feels like Tim has spent his entire life calculating Dick's responses, and after spending weeks training the team, it seems like a gross oversight not to have this particular information. He holds out a hand and gestures for Dick to back off. He does so, but Tim can tell how reluctant he is and how apprehensive he is.

Tim glares down at the man in front of him. "What makes you so sure?"

The man laughs, suddenly emboldened by whatever he has to say, despite still lying on the ground with a boot to his throat. "'Cause I did it. I killed her and dumped her body in the dumpster down the block. Bitch didn't wanna pay, and now…"

Tim doesn't even think about what he's doing as he swings his bo staff down across the man's temple, effectively knocking him out. He just couldn't stand to listen to the man anymore. This is the worst case scenario that he's been trying all night not to consider. He doesn't know what he's going to do. There are too many variables and not enough information for him to know his next move. It isn't until he feels Dick's hand on his shoulder that Tim realizes he's just been standing in the same spot, foot still jammed under the dealer's chin, unmoving for however long it's been. Dick pulls him back and away from the man. "I called the cops. We should get moving."

Tim still isn't thinking about anything beyond making his feet move. They make their way to the roof, and Tim has to almost physically force himself to stay standing. Dick is just standing beside him, undoubtedly confused by his reaction. "Why are you so…?" Dick trails off as he gestures at Tim in general. "I mean, no offense, but this can't be the first time a missing person case has ended this way for you, so…"

Tim could lie. He could tell him that it's just because he's never had to tell a kid that his mother is dead before, but he just doesn't have it in him right now…not while he's still trying to figure out how he's going to approach Jason. He knows the kid well enough to know that if he isn't careful, Jason will run, and then they'll have to find him, and there are still far too many possibilities and not enough cold hard facts for Tim to work with. He shakes his head, trying to clear it and focuses on Dick for right now. "It's complicated."

Dick's eyes suddenly narrow as he pushes Tim hard enough that, if Tim hadn't seen it coming, he would have stumbled off of the roof. "How could it possibly be complicated? You don't even know this woman. You told me you only met that Jason kid last week because you saved him from The Joker, so why is it complicated?"

Tim has an overwhelming urge to rub his temples and sigh, but instead he folds his arms over his chest and stands taller. "Now isn't the time, Robin. We have to…"

Dick shoves him again, and this time Tim does stumble, but he manages to catch himself before he tumbles over the side of the roof. "I'm not going anywhere until you start giving me some answers."

Tim pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but can we at least move to a different rooftop? The cops should be here any minute."

Dick nods and the two of them take off, with Dick leading the way. Tim doesn't know why he's suddenly so tense, but he has a feeling that he's not going to like wherever this night is headed. When the two of them are well over a block away from the apartment complex, Dick suddenly stops and spins around to face Tim with a sneer on his face. Once again, Tim finds himself near the edge of the roof, and he doesn't like it. "I can tell that there's a lot that you're leaving out. Every time you mention your Dick you get this weird, faraway, pained look, even when you're telling me how great of a brother he is, so, obviously, he's not that awesome. When you said you were close, I saw your face. I saw how blank it got. It was just like when you said you were thinking of home, and you shouldn't look that way when you're thinking of home or your brother… not… not if it's good. So, it wasn't true, was it? You two aren't really close at all, and… and everything you said is a lie!" Dick's seething, hands balled into tight fists and Tim isn't sure what to do. He didn't see this coming, although he guesses that he probably should have.

Tim shakes his head and takes a tactical step away from the edge of the roof. "I didn't lie to you about any of that. We are close and he is a great brother, but things have changed recently. We've been distant with each other, due to a multitude of reasons that really have nothing to do with this. My issues with him aren't yours and I don't have time to deal with this right now."

Dick sighs heavily as his shoulders slump inward. "Because we have to go tell Jason the news."

"No!" without even thinking Tim pulls out his bo staff, and blocks Dick's exist.

Dick's brow furrows at the sudden response. "What do you mean, 'no'?"

Tim heaves a large breath and holds it for the entire time that it takes to put his bo staff away, and then he releases it slowly as he brings his hands up in a mollifying gesture. "We can't tell Jason about his mother… not yet… not until I come up with a viable option."

Dick raises an eyebrow at him, evidently perplexed. "Viable option for what? What are you talking about?"

Tim wants to answer him, but he's already lost in his own thoughts. He doesn't notice at first when he starts pacing the length of the rooftop, but the movement makes him feel better. It gives his body something to do, while his mind races, trying to work out a practical solution. If he wasn't so caught up in trying to find the best resolution for a no-win situation, Tim would probably laugh at how he's seemingly picked up his Dick's bad behavior. It isn't until he feels two hands wrap around his arms and shake him that Tim realizes he's been completely ignoring Dick. "Would you just stop and answer me? Please!"

The desperation in Dick's voice is what finally gets Tim to stop and take another deep breath to calm himself before he faces Dick, who looks as though he's about two seconds away from trying to knock Tim out. "We can't just tell Jason about his mother without a reasonable plan of action."

Dick's mask does nothing to hide his widening eyes and his mouth just hangs open for a good minute before he's shaking Tim again. "What are you talking about? That isn't our problem. The Gotham Youth Services will find any other family he has or place him in foster care. Surely, these things work the same in your own Gotham."

Tim shakes his head as he pulls away from Dick's grasp. He immediately starts pacing again. "You don't understand. Jason doesn't have anyone else and he doesn't trust the system. If we walk in there without a viable option for him, he'll run, and then…"

"How do you know that?" Tim stops pacing at the interruption, but it's the harsh betrayal that he hears in Dick's voice that causes him to freeze all over. "How do you know what he'll do or what kind of kid he is? How do you know he doesn't have any other family? How do you know anything about him? You said… you said you only met him because you saved him. So, what is it? What did you see that I didn't? What did I miss? What was there that I just overlooked? What… what makes you better than me? Is it because you're so much like Batman? Is that what makes you better? You think like him. You act like him. You even have the same damn facial expressions. Is that why he likes you more?"

Tim doesn't know what to say to any of that. He feels like a fish out of water - one who just realized he isn't going to be kept as a pet, after all. He didn't foresee how protecting Dick from certain aspects of his home would somehow kick Dick's insecurities into overdrive, and he certainly doesn't know what to do about it. He's never had to deal with an under confident Dick Grayson, at least not when it came to his relationship with Bruce. He knows that it happen, and that Dick didn't always have faith in his place beside Bruce… beside Batman, but that was a long time ago. Tim's sure Alfred helped him with that a lot back then, but Tim doesn't have any idea what he's supposed to do without some Alfred level magic and cookies here. "You didn't miss anything. I promise you didn't miss anything, and Batman doesn't like me more than you. He just sees my potential and usefulness. That's all it is."

Dick just stares at him incredulously. "Then how do you know so much?"

Tim sighs heavily and resigns himself to having to reveal at least a few things. "Because I know the Jason Todd of my world."

Dick's eyes widen once again. "How… how do you know him?"

Tim rubs his temples and tries to think of the best way to put it. "He's technically our adopted brother."

Tim is expecting Dick to jump on his wording and start asking a multitude of questions that he most likely doesn't have the answers to. Instead, he gets a very excited Dick jumping up down. "Okay, problem solved. We just tell Batman who Jason is and that he has to adopt him, and I get a little brother and…"

Tim holds up his hand to stop Dick. "No, we can't. It…it doesn't work that way."

Dick stops immediately and petulantly folds his arms over his chest. "Why not?"

Tim sighs heavily and glances down at the ground. This conversation was never part of his plan, and he's not really sure how he managed to get himself ensnared in it. "Because I'm not even sure if B should adopt Jason."

Dick's stares at him in astonishment, and backs away from him. "What? How could you say that? He's your brother."

Tim shakes his head as he takes a step towards Dick, trying and failing to calm him. "You don't understand. There's a reason I said that he's technically our brother. You're just going to have to trust me. Jason being adopted by B may, in fact, be the worst thing for him."

"No, no, I don't trust you. I can't trust you. I don't understand how you could possibly think that. What could have possibly happened to make you think…?"

"Jason died, Dick. The Joker killed him after B adopted him." He didn't mean to say that, and he certainly didn't mean to use Dick's name out of costume, but it's better that he understands the full ramifications of things now.

Dick just stares at him, clearly not believing a word of it, but after a long moment Dick's shoulders drop and he glances up at Tim with the most lost expression Tim's ever seen. "What do we do then? What do we do with Jason?"

Tim merely shakes his head. He was never prepared for any of this, and he doesn't have any answers. "I wish I knew, Robin. I really do."

The End (for now)