Even manipulated, half out of his mind with the Pit, and his wolf striving to do exactly what his Lupa wanted...it would be a long while before Jason forgave himself for what he'd done. Despite what Bruce and the others thought, he hadn't killed mindlessly, but he had been harsher than he'd needed to be. He understood that death was sometimes necessary, but he did regret how easily he'd turned to it for those first several years.

Now when he killed someone, it was because there was no other choice. Either they'd never rehabilitate or they'd never be able to be held for rehabilitation. It wasn't a perfect system, but it was the one he'd settled on for lack of better options.

The question pulled a huff of laughter from him, smirk clear as day on his lips. "I don't think spleens hold magic specifically, no. Blood, maybe, but the organ itself should be good. Though, blood can hold all kinds of horror without the addition of magic."

How many times had Tim almost cloned the clone?

"I have it on good authority that he doesn't have either, though. So you can rest easy, baby bird. How you feeling? Wanting to give it another go or do you want to rest a bit longer?"