action;

[Tim gives a small chuckle and he pushes his glasses up, runs a hand through his hair. There's a slight frown on his face, but he passes it off as part of the act, even though he knows Bruce will know it's more because of the conversation topic.]

I'm sure there's something for him to-- [Destroy, kill, maim. Ruin. Well, he doesn't even know if Damian arrived in uniform or not.] --do. [He doesn't plan to help, not even if Bruce asked. Dick had done a good job with him, but Tim planned to keep the brat at arm's length . He didn't want to get close to him. Ever.]