[ He slumps to sit on the concrete with his back against the fender and one knee hugged to his chest. The universal tell for Tim’s being mentally askew.

It’s all fait accompli now. ]

Dick beat him to death.

The Joker. He- he was talking about you when Dick snapped.

I know you’re going to say it didn’t happen. I was there. I was 14. I tried to take his pulse. Lack of it. I wish he’d fucking stayed dead.