He might as well have tried to lie to Cass. This is a nightmare, and he doesn’t have a grappling hook.

(If this were Gotham, he’d already be jumping off the balcony. If Dick wanted to talk he’d have to work for it.)

“Don’t kid a kidder, if you want the PG version.” Tim sighs, resigning himself to … whatever this is about.

(It’s about Tim avoiding Kon.)

(Or it’s about how Tim went to pieces in the garden.)

(Please, not that. Please just be about his lack of sleep.)

He gives the edge of the balcony another look. He could manage a vine. “What did he tell you, and what did you say?”

Tim’s resigned to it, but he’s not giving up anything Dick doesn’t know.