Dick raises his chin, looking Jack in the eyes. Jack's maybe a little taller than him (especially as this is the Drakes from Tim's perspective, and parents are always larger in the eyes of their children). "How dare I--what?" he asks, voice deceptively calm, though Tim might detect the harder edge of anger underneath. "Stop you from laying hands on Tim like you have some right to harm him? Protect him from the fact that you only care about the way your little family looks, and not actually about the son you're supposed to care about?"