Tim would call himself a patient and calm guy if you count the exception involving his crash out with the LOA, but that’s not the point. Tim loves it when new vigilantes enter the field... did that sound a little sociopathic? Maybe? But Tim would frankly be brain-damaged if he never saw the importance of having allies. But there was a certain... masked newcomer that was starting to wear on his itch to know the masked vigilante. Not like there was much to go off of because they were more covered than a nun. Just, height, possible weight, and build to go off of. But they kept interfering with his patrols! He has an elaborate plan to enact and suddenly, before he's a block away, they’re gone with the goons tied up with their little symbol spray painted into the floor or wall.

Bruce said there were bigger issues than a new face indirectly helping the Bat Family do their jobs, at least for now. But once Tim has his mindset, he'll complete it. And granted, it took nearly two and a half months in the making, puppeteering the finest details until he was able to land the tiny tracker to your belt by dressing up as some dealer you had found and shook up a bit. Once it refreshed to some apartment in the Narrows, Tim nearly started to jump for joy. This could be his big clue. The biggest clue was to find out who this new person was. Getting there was within record time and he, of course, staked out the building to make sure it wasn’t an ambush.

The window was a quick pick, and bam he was in. What he didn’t expect was a normal apartment... did he just get punked? But he had no time to think when a bat quickly swung into his view with his face as the target. Damn, you were a good fighter. Scrapy. Yanking the bat away, Tim scrambled up to his feet and tossed the weapon across the room. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna know who you are and how you’re jumping around so fast."