"I am scared of it." Tim admitted without any hesitation. There was no point in lying, and he was not so brainless as to not be afraid of a beast like that. "I know that it could have ripped me in half if it wanted to. It had plenty of opportunities. But it didn't, Hood. It let me go. It took the risk that I wouldn't just try to find some way to get back to it and kill it. It trusted me. So I trust it."

Yeah, he sounded a little naive. There was still some of that left in him, even after all of the garbage that he'd been through. He had to trust his gut, that was important. And his gut told him that bringing Bruce in would be a bad idea. That killing the creature would be a bad idea. And he was firm in that belief, as he'd just displayed by being willing to walk away.

He gazed up at the red helmet that stared back down at him, dark bangs a little too long and barely out of the way of his eyes. Even through the whites of his domino, it was somehow clear that he was pleading with Jason. To understand. To be on his side. On his team. They weren't friends--he doubted that the guy would ever like him at all--but that didn't mean they couldn't be a damn good duo.

"Please, Hood." The younger man finally whispered, feeling vulnerable in a way that made his stomach twist.