If it wasn't for the boy's genuine spike of panic, it would have been almost amusing to see Tim at a loss for words. The true Boy Detective, grasping for information just like the rest of them. Almost poetic, in a way. Except the boy was actually distraught at the idea of Jason getting caught.

Even to the point of offering to help keep Bruce off his tail. Damn. He really hadn't expected that and he frowned in the darkness of his helmet.

"Easy, Red. B's not gunna find out. He hasn't yet and it's not like I take people there every night. I cleaned out most of the monsters when I got back, remember? Breathe, kid. It's not worth hyperventilating over."

He wasn't worth hyperventilating over. At least, he hadn't been two minutes ago. There was no reason the fact that he was a lycan should have changed that.

"You're not covering anything for me. You're not involved in this. Nothing has changed, nothing's gunna change. I'm still the monster you all think I am. Go back to the Cave, little bat. Get outta my turf."

The helmet kept Tim from seeing the flash of his bared teeth, but the voice modulator did turn his growl of frustration into something reverberating and hellish.