"I want to help him," Tim groaned bitterly down the ear pierce, sitting back against one of the cell doors underneath the movie studio. Talking to you always seemed to make him feel better, if only a little bit. With everything that was going on with the Scarecrow, and even Bruce's infected blood, you helped him.

He ran a hand over his head, sighing heavily. "I'm stuck down here when I could be out there doing something worthwhile. He knows I can help, he's just being stubborn. As usual."