Tim makes a face, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at you. Joker's kid. He actually wasn't sure how you ended up in one of the cells in the Batcave- but he guessed it had to have been one of the other Bats. To be fair, you were definitely a troublemaker throughout Gotham. He still couldn't believe Joker had been able to keep a big a secret as having a kid all these years, yet here you were. Bruce had muttered something under his breath about "running tests" earlier, but Tim was pretty sure the old man's pride was just hurt at the fact he hadn't figured Joker's hidden child much sooner.

Tim sighs, like he already hated himself for doing it- but he ends up walking over to stand in front of your cell. Despite the fact he'd been expecting it, the way your unsettling eyes land on him never fails to freak him out a little. Tim shakes his head with exasperation.

"What'd you do this time?"

He asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. You'd actually helped him out of a total disaster once of twice, so he shoves down the guilt trying to creep up on him. You were still Joker's kid either way. You were dangerous. At least.. that's what he was trying to convince himself. That's what everybody keeps telling him.