Tim had never been afraid of Jason Todd. Not from the first moment they'd met in uniform, openly defiant and headstrong even when having his own face bashed in. Not after having his throat slit, getting stitches and then going right back to work. Not even after being stabbed in the chest with a batarang and left to bleed out, because he could still remember the way Jason tried desperately to recruit him while doing it. Being looked at like he was prey was simply underestimating him. And Jason knew it.

So he hardly blinked at the threat, entirely unimpressed by it. There was little Jason would be capable of that would ever make Tim wish he'd gone to Ra's. Perhaps Jason wasn't entirely aware of what had gone down between the two of them, seeing as he had been otherwise occupied. Hadn't he been closer to Talia than Ra's? It was true, Tim had managed to outsmart the man and cripple his organization temporarily, but that would only make Ra's even more determined to capture him in a way he could never escape from. And do some really evil, sick, twisted shit to him in the meantime. Tim did try not to get himself into those kinds of situations if he could help it. Being made to think on it again didn't put him in the best of moods.

"I'm not planning on telling anyone." The younger of the two finally murmured, glancing out the window as his arms crossed over his chest. "But you should probably work on your threats." When his gaze turned back to Jason, there was more ice in it than usual. There were practically neon signs pointing towards Ra's being a sore spot with Tim, and it was unwise for Jason to have valuable information he could use against him. So he forced himself to look away again, and instead focused on memorizing their path.