Jason's words weren't exactly comforting, but Tim wasn't going to run with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs, either. He had even more reason than ever to believe Jason wouldn't actually kill him, and he'd survived some pretty vicious beatings at the older man's hands. So it wasn't like he couldn't take it if things grew violent. Not that he particularly wanted them to.
Quite the opposite, actually.
Little bat. It was true, Tim was the smallest out of any of them, outside of Damian. Though with his parentage, he wouldn't be smaller than Tim for long. Still, the raven haired boy set his jaw in the same way he always did when he was feeling particularly stubborn. Much like the rest of the Bats, Tim had a nasty habit of sticking his nose somewhere it didn't belong and then gripping it tight like a pitbull with an arm between its jaws. His two biggest mentors were Bruce and Dick, so it's not like it was entirely his fault.
"I'm already involved in this, Hood." It was a non-too-gentle reminder that Tim had seen the beast in all its glory, and now he knew the human behind the wolf. Jason couldn't really expect him to just look the other way and hope Bruce didn't find out, right? Surely the Red Hood knew Timothy Drake better than that. He was a kid so painfully determined to get pictures of Batman and Robin he snuck out at a much too young age in the middle of the night. Giving up wasn't in his nature. Couldn't be, for him to survive out there.
And maybe he had a death wish, because Tim kept talking. "I might not agree with what you're doing, but you're not a monster. I'm sure you want me to think you are, but you saved me. Spared me. And you told me the truth. You're a person, Hood. Just like me. You're not a monster."
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Quite the opposite, actually.
Little bat. It was true, Tim was the smallest out of any of them, outside of Damian. Though with his parentage, he wouldn't be smaller than Tim for long. Still, the raven haired boy set his jaw in the same way he always did when he was feeling particularly stubborn. Much like the rest of the Bats, Tim had a nasty habit of sticking his nose somewhere it didn't belong and then gripping it tight like a pitbull with an arm between its jaws. His two biggest mentors were Bruce and Dick, so it's not like it was entirely his fault.
"I'm already involved in this, Hood." It was a non-too-gentle reminder that Tim had seen the beast in all its glory, and now he knew the human behind the wolf. Jason couldn't really expect him to just look the other way and hope Bruce didn't find out, right? Surely the Red Hood knew Timothy Drake better than that. He was a kid so painfully determined to get pictures of Batman and Robin he snuck out at a much too young age in the middle of the night. Giving up wasn't in his nature. Couldn't be, for him to survive out there.
And maybe he had a death wish, because Tim kept talking. "I might not agree with what you're doing, but you're not a monster. I'm sure you want me to think you are, but you saved me. Spared me. And you told me the truth. You're a person, Hood. Just like me. You're not a monster."