"Nothing wrong with being small." He'd had this conversation with other Tim earlier. But Jason does turn his attention away from the thugs below, head tilting to look at Tim himself instead. They don't need two sets of eyes watching the same shit, and he's not expecting this to go anywhere; he'd been mostly listening for names. Squabbles, he doesn't need to involve himself in. There's no point.

Especially not when he could use the time to throw Tim a stupid snarky grin instead. "You could fit in small places I wouldn't be able to. Vents, cabinets. Duffel bags."