There was no chance for him to get a word out before Jason was just gone. Tim couldn't mask the confusion on his face. Mageling? His mother? Was the older vigilante implying that his mother wasn't just a normal human? Sure, she could gaslight girlboss gatekeep with the best of them, but something magical? He stood there dumbfounded, trying to decide if Jason was fucking with him or not. There was no reason for him to do it this way, if that was his goal. But it made no sense, none at all.

Tim didn't sleep at all that night. He started pouring his entire being into figuring it all out. Plenty of people insisted that magic was real, and there were seemingly endless posts of people claiming they either could perform it, or had seen it done. He figured about half of them were total lies, and most of the rest were probably people easily tricked. But there were a few that sounded compelling enough to make him question himself. Especially since, y'know, werewolves were real and all that.

It was still hard to believe. His mother, able to use magic? According to the only reliable information he could find, practitioners were few and far between, and the ability to use magic was passed through bloodlines--only through the mother or not at all. Why wouldn't Janet have told him if this was the case, though? She'd had every opportunity. Tim had never experienced anything abnormal that made him think he was different than any other kid. Maybe he didn't inherit the power? But then, how would Jason have known? He must have been able to tell in some way, Tim was fairly certain that if he and his mother had met at all, it would only have been in passing at some gala Bruce forced Jason into. Not a good place to talk magic, especially because Jason would've been a normal kid at the time.

It was days before he sought out Jason again, this time with a lot of questions and very few answers.