[ Jason outweighs Tim by enough that Tim has to lean back to put his body weight into hauling his brother to his feet. He’s trying to find a clever response that encapsulates every time B said he was a fool to depend on the League, or the GCPD, or anything that wasn’t himself - but the door opens, and Rook’s thoughtful expression sharpens and then relaxes at the familiar voice. ] There’s two of us in the same room. The discussion inevitably becomes a complaining about Bats session. [ No need to throw Jay a pointed look (like Wren wouldn’t clock it). No one’s going to recap the discussion for Dick. Rook smiles instead. ] Here to catch a tiger by the tail?