What he's not telling tiny Tim is that the money he just handed over to him is definitely money he'd gotten from the mob. Or at least the amount is, the actual cash is clean--passed through a few sources, traded in for items, items returned to stores days later, you know. Littler ways to filter income, because Jason isn't looking to make waves yet. But it's fine, what Tim doesn't know won't hurt him. And he doubts he'd really give a shit either.

"Never met you when you were this young. Smallest little bird I've ever seen." Damian's baby bird; even if this Tim looks like he may as well be a little younger than Damian's fourteen. He remembers back when Damian was ten, running around yelling my father this and my father that. Around Jason being an absolute asshole and occasionally almost killing him. "When'd you put on the cape?"