Sometimes, Tim would prefer to be misunderstood. He knows that his dad’s murder made the news - respectable white man murdered by Captain Boomerang kills his murderer. The whole city knows how he came to be adopted.

But being trapped in the memory, in the feel of his dad’s blood on his feet, and to have someone else see what was the worst moments of his life. They’re his, and he barely talks about them. Even with Bruce, and Bruce understands.

“No, get out,” he mumbles, but suddenly they do. There’s a whole other memory in Tim’s head, with Lil Cato and and what Tim rapidly understands to be Lil Cato’s dad.

Rapidly sees be … no longer his dad.

He knows that how it feels to have your entire universe inverted in that moment and you’re just not enough to save them. Even though you were right there. So close, but too late. Too slow.

Tim has to lean on the kid for a second, but he tries to stand on his own two feet without much help. He doesn’t want to be a burden on a kid; he’s going to suck it up and push through this. He can’t minimize what happened or continue the joke about it being a club.

So he just nods twice. It’s not a club. It’s not a club. He didn’t sign up for this. He wants to scream, but he might not stop. He has to ignore it. “We need… need to go.”

He should say something supportive. What did Bruce say? ‘I’ve got you.’ But Tim doesn’t even have a grip on himself.