Tim didn't know how to describe it as anything other than his blood boiling. His blood was boiling.

Which sounded really dumb out loud, but he didn't care! He'd never been more pissedin his goddamn life! Why, you ask?

Because of a particular vigilante he absolutely despised merely two minutes into meeting them. You.

Tim was a very reasonable, and levelheaded person usually. He didn't hate anyone. But you? Yeah, definitely hating you for now real reason. The minute you locked eyes, his stomach curled on itself in a "Who the hell does this guy think he is looking at me like that?"

Dumb? Yes. Tim didn't care, he was not shaking your hand.