Tim had, admittedly, been sort of an idiot to be in front of a dangerous beast and not keep an eye on it. His thoughts had clouded his judgement. Bruce would have been absolutely furious with him. But he was stuck in a position where, for the first time, he wasn't sure killing a bad guy had been the wrong idea. It shook him to his core and it was hard not to question everything. If werewolves could turn each other and the wrong person turned into one, there could be gangs of them roaming the streets slaughtering anyone who got in their way. Gotham would be in a lot of trouble.
His head turned when he heard the wolf pushing himself to stand, feeling a little pang of sadness at the effort he put forward to heave himself. Surely, even if wounds could recover quickly, they still hurt just as bad when they happened. And though the black wolf dominated the fight, he'd had plenty of wounds to show for it. Tim didn't really like seeing anyone in pain and this wolf saved him--
The growling made him pause again, heart rate immediately picking up. Tim kept his movements slow to ensure he wouldn't be seen as a thread, pushing himself up to his feet again. "I, uh. I'm just gonna..." He pointed behind him with his thumb. "I'll get out of your way." Each step he took to move backwards was careful, he was afraid that if he actually turned and ran that may provoke some sort of prey drive. So he was cautious, but he was definitely getting the hell out of there. Just slower than the wolf might have liked.
When he got a few more feet away, he paused for a second. "Thank you." The young man told the wolf softly. He was pretty sure he didn't need to explain what he was grateful for. The moment he was safely in the brush, he turned and took off.
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His head turned when he heard the wolf pushing himself to stand, feeling a little pang of sadness at the effort he put forward to heave himself. Surely, even if wounds could recover quickly, they still hurt just as bad when they happened. And though the black wolf dominated the fight, he'd had plenty of wounds to show for it. Tim didn't really like seeing anyone in pain and this wolf saved him--
The growling made him pause again, heart rate immediately picking up. Tim kept his movements slow to ensure he wouldn't be seen as a thread, pushing himself up to his feet again. "I, uh. I'm just gonna..." He pointed behind him with his thumb. "I'll get out of your way." Each step he took to move backwards was careful, he was afraid that if he actually turned and ran that may provoke some sort of prey drive. So he was cautious, but he was definitely getting the hell out of there. Just slower than the wolf might have liked.
When he got a few more feet away, he paused for a second. "Thank you." The young man told the wolf softly. He was pretty sure he didn't need to explain what he was grateful for. The moment he was safely in the brush, he turned and took off.