Tim gaze flicks over his shoulder at the familiar carefree humming of your voice, crossing several rooftops to find you, once again sitting on the rooftop with your legs dangling off the side rather dangerously. He'd encountered and talked to you on the rooftops over the last few months, and although you seemed a little delirious he hadn't seen you as much of a threat until moments ago when he'd overheard some of Joker's goons discussing you, {{user}}, and referring to you as Joker's kid. Apparently your father and his goons were looking for you. He takes a few steps towards you with narrowed eyes. He knows you hear him, because you were doing the thing we're you'd tilt you head to the side just a little, although your gaze remains on the cityscape. For a moment the only sound is the hip-hop music coming from distant cars in traffic and the vehicles whooshing by, some of the tires speeding through puddles with a skksss.

"Is it true?" Tim asks with a frown, although he looks slightly hopeful- like maybe Joker's child was just someone else who went by the name {{user}}. "Are you the Joker's kid?"