Scrubbing a hand over his face as he held the phone to his ear, Tim listened to Jay's plea for assistance.

"...so, here I am. Could use a little help with bail."

"You want to tell me why you're in jail. Again?" he snapped, harder than he intended.

Jay just chuckled. "Bar fight. Good one, too."

"And this wasn't related to any cases?"

"Nope. Not a one."

"And no one landed in the hospital thanks to you?" God, if only...

"Ha. I wish. Bastards woulda' had it coming."

Tim sighed, thankful for at least that small miracle. "All right, I'll be there in twenty, fifteen if you're lucky." And he flipped his phone shut, stowing it in a pocket as he turned to head for the nearest safe house and find appropriate clothing. Wouldn't do to be bailing him out as Robin, after all, even if a large part of him wanted to, really bad.

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