The boy smell nervous, but that wasn't unexpected. If a Bat wasn't nervous in his territory, he was doing something wrong. But the small wave of relief that tinged the air was a bit of a surprise and Jason arched a brow in the safety of his helmet. It was a little novel, the idea that someone was relieved to have him around.

It settled the grumble in the back of his mind that Tim should be terrified, not nervous. If the boy knew that it had been him in the forest the night before, surely that would warrant more. So maybe....

Before he'd even finished the wishful thinking, Tim proved it to be true. He honestly didn't know, or if he did, he was skilled enough to lie with his scent. And considering most people had no idea they were even communicating with their scent...

"A giant wolf. In Gotham." He let his voice modulator bleed the words to a baleful monotone, crossing his arms over his chest. "A werewolf. Interesting.

And what exactly makes you think I would be the one to believe you? You have an entire family you could take this to, why the hell are you here?"

Because if Tim was just lulling him into a false sense of security, he could at least do the same. Plus, he was genuinely curious. It wasn't like they were on friendly terms, after all. He'd stopped following his Lupa's desire to kill the boy who'd infatuated her father, but he hadn't exactly welcomed the little Pretender with open arms.