Tim didn't figure anyone outside of a select few had ever actually feared him. Certainly not everyday civilians. So he was caught even more off guard than usual when he realized that Jason somehow knew about his spleen being gone. Was it something he could smell? Or did he hear about it because he had connections with the league, and Ra's was kind of obsessed?

Either way, Jason wasn't wrong. He hadn't eaten before patrol, and often afterwards he was far too tired to do anything more than gnaw on half a protein bar and then crash. No one would argue that Tim had a very healthy lifestyle, even for a vigilante. And sure, there's every chance that this was only happening because Jason was hungry, but it sort of seemed like he was looking after Tim. Much more like the wolf that saved his sorry ass, and a lot less like the angry vigilante that bared his teeth at him the other night.

"Serious mojo." The younger of the two repeated, looking confused about several different things. He'd always seen Janet as a very powerful woman--but she was his mom. Didn't all kids think their moms were powerful? But the minute Jason brought up big players, his mind was reeling trying to figure out who he could be referring to. One of them had to be Ra's, right? But it was hard to imagine Ra's would know he allegedly had all of this power and ever let him out of his sight.

Tim frowned in thought as he obediently fetched Jason's Zesti, and got a cola flavored one for himself. "If they all know, how come they haven't done anything about it?" He couldn't help but asked when he turned back, setting the drinks on the counter. "Wouldn't they want to... I don't know, recruit me or something?"