Funnily enough, Jason and Janet had met. Once. It was exactly as Tim had thought, a gala that he hadn't been able to talk his way out of. She'd caught him on some half hidden balcony, smoking. They hadn't spoken, he'd arched a brow at her as he'd taken a drag and she'd tried to hide a smirk behind tightening her lips and then she was gone. Off to find her own half hidden balcony. Bruce had later commented that she'd mentioned him, but he had no idea why she hadn't ratted him out.

Years later, Talia had shown him a picture of her son in his old uniform and the dots hadn't connected for quite a while. Brain damage did that to someone, even someone who'd gone for a swim in a Lazarus Pit.

He wasn't surprised to see Tim loitering at the edge of his territory, but he was wearing his helmet and his smirk was safe as he easily leapt from one roof over to the other, landing with a small grunt and cocking his head at the younger boy.

"I'm not a lap dog to call whenever you want me. Some of us are busy. You wanna talk, you can patrol with me. Come on." He didn't wait to see if Tim baulked at the invitation to move deeper into the Narrows, the first Bat to be this deep without Red Hood shooting at them since Jason had claimed the territory. Perhaps just as surprising, however, was the fact that he wasn't leading Tim towards another roof.

He was heading down to street level.

"So, what did you find, Joe Hardy?"