It was fascinating to see Jason talking with the men. Tim's Spanish wasn't nearly as good as Jason's, but he was able to catch the gist of what they were talking about. They were reporting in about their community. Tim's never had a regular citizen update him on how things were going on Gotham's streets. It didn't even occur to him that he could build those sort of bonds. Not exactly something Bruce had taught him during his time as the Boy Wonder.
The younger of the two followed dutifully as they walked away, with only the smallest glance over his shoulder towards the people that watched them leave. A slightly awkward wave and he too pulled out his grapple so they could head out. The nook was a nice spot, obviously one Jason was fond of, because he hadn't hesitated to go there right away. That was good enough for Tim, who felt a lot safer with Jason by his side than he had any right to.
His time was Ra's, the missions, falling after being kicked out of a window--it was true that Tim had been lucky to be alive, let alone as uninjured as he was. Missing his spleen meant his immune system wasn't quite as good, but that was hardly unmanageable. But Jason was saying that it was his mother's magic that had protected him, even then. Tim's stomach twisted a little at the thought. He'd never been quite grateful to have her as a mother, but maybe he should have been.
He frowned to himself as he took a gyro and a seat. Once he handed Jason his drink, Tim gazed out at the city in front of them as he forced himself to take a bite of food. One taste, though, and he was able to eat a little more enthusiastically. "Man, you weren't kidding about this place." The gnawing at his stomach lessened as he ate. Jason hadn't just been taking care of the people in Crime Alley, he'd taken care of Tim, too.
"So how do I activate this magic? Or do I need to go somewhere to learn it?" His nose wrinkled at the thought, because the only person that came in mind to be a teacher was Ra's, and ick. That man was far too obsessed with him for Tim to be okay with that idea.
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The younger of the two followed dutifully as they walked away, with only the smallest glance over his shoulder towards the people that watched them leave. A slightly awkward wave and he too pulled out his grapple so they could head out. The nook was a nice spot, obviously one Jason was fond of, because he hadn't hesitated to go there right away. That was good enough for Tim, who felt a lot safer with Jason by his side than he had any right to.
His time was Ra's, the missions, falling after being kicked out of a window--it was true that Tim had been lucky to be alive, let alone as uninjured as he was. Missing his spleen meant his immune system wasn't quite as good, but that was hardly unmanageable. But Jason was saying that it was his mother's magic that had protected him, even then. Tim's stomach twisted a little at the thought. He'd never been quite grateful to have her as a mother, but maybe he should have been.
He frowned to himself as he took a gyro and a seat. Once he handed Jason his drink, Tim gazed out at the city in front of them as he forced himself to take a bite of food. One taste, though, and he was able to eat a little more enthusiastically. "Man, you weren't kidding about this place." The gnawing at his stomach lessened as he ate. Jason hadn't just been taking care of the people in Crime Alley, he'd taken care of Tim, too.
"So how do I activate this magic? Or do I need to go somewhere to learn it?" His nose wrinkled at the thought, because the only person that came in mind to be a teacher was Ra's, and ick. That man was far too obsessed with him for Tim to be okay with that idea.