Tim might wish it was Dick, Steph or Cass by the end of the night. Jason is not good at things like this. Terrible, actually. He should have gotten some better tips from Oracle, but instead he was already scoffing at what she was asking him to do.

Awkward.

Even now he's not really sure what to do, because they're not usually in positions like this, and seeing Tim curled up here, looking so damn vulnerable- it's highly uncomfortable- which is strange, because it's not as if he hasn't tried to kill Tim on more than one occasion. Water under the bridge, hopefully.

"So I'm guessing you know Babs sent me. She said you have a... problem." He shifts a bit, one foot to the other, then slowly comes over and just kinda stands there again. "You sure someone doesn't have an antidote for this?" And by someone he means Bruce, though he'd rather not talk about him if he doesn't have to.