Trusting Jason was a huge risk. Tim knew it. And the little voice in his head kept whispering that he'd be better off doing this alone, the way he always insisted on doing things these days. Dick taking Robin and threatening a mental institution had changed a lot about him. This was too big for him to do alone, though. There was a lingering fear that he hadn't voiced yet. That he would become too dangerous and need to be put down. Jason was more than capable if that was what needed to happen.

Seeing the werewolf's eyes put him a tad more at ease. Without the helmet in the way he could better understand the man's thoughts based on his facial expressions. His fists clenched immediately upon hearing what Jason had to say. It had been more than forty-eight hours, but Tim regularly operated on zero calories and zero sleep. Bruce had trained him to have that same careful control over himself no matter the situation. At times it had felt like torture, but he was better for it now.

Yet his rational brain said that Jason knew more about magic and was probably making a good point. Tim could do more than just hurt the wolf by accident. His powers were allegedly such that he could kill it without ever meaning to. That wasn't a risk they should take. So despite his clenched jaw and visual displeasure, he gave a little nod of his head. "...Fine. I'll take the night to recover. But you'd better mean it, Hood." Tim can't do this on his own this time.