Tim did indeed stumble, just a little, when Jason winked at him. He did his best to cover it smoothly, but he was sure that anyone who knew him well enough would be able to tell. It didn't really bother him, though, he'd be willing to look a lot more foolish than that if it meant getting to have the man's attention on him.
There was no need to look to his side when his speech ended. The aura of Jason Todd let Tim know he was there far before his eyes would be able to catch him. What once had been a beautiful, genuine smile on his face twisted into something fake as the elite hounded him for answers. No one in their right mind thought they had the right to demand things of a Drake, Tim least of all. He just tilted his head and gave it a little shake.
"I am working with the Red Hood." The young man said with a pleasant tone, daring them to try to question him further. He'd outwit every single one of them if necessary, they didn't scare him at all. "I have been for... hm. A few months, I think?" His eyes finally trailed over to the man beside him, and he bat those long, dark lashes of his. "Isn't that right Jace?"
It was the mention of Bruce that irked him most of all. Tim was not a child that needed daddy's permission to handle his charity how he saw fit. He turned, narrowing his eyes slightly at the elderly man that was staring him down. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Timmy. "I'm surprised you'd think that Bruce would have an issue with any of it. He's well aware that protecting the youth of this city is the only way to secure a solid future for Gotham. The Red Hood has no ulterior motives--he grew up here and knows what the streets are like." He grabbed for a glass of champagne as a waiter walked by and let himself have a long sip of it before speaking again.
"Or is it that you don't believe my mother taught me how to be a good judge of character?" Janet might not have been a very good mom, but she was a fierce business woman that people knew not to mess with. Tim certainly felt more connected with her postmortem than he ever had his shitty father. "I can promise you that I have personally vetted every person that comes anywhere near my charity, and if I was the least bit suspicious of anything at all, that person would not come near it again." All the while his tone was kept perfectly pleasant. It was the glint in his eyes that was vicious.
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There was no need to look to his side when his speech ended. The aura of Jason Todd let Tim know he was there far before his eyes would be able to catch him. What once had been a beautiful, genuine smile on his face twisted into something fake as the elite hounded him for answers. No one in their right mind thought they had the right to demand things of a Drake, Tim least of all. He just tilted his head and gave it a little shake.
"I am working with the Red Hood." The young man said with a pleasant tone, daring them to try to question him further. He'd outwit every single one of them if necessary, they didn't scare him at all. "I have been for... hm. A few months, I think?" His eyes finally trailed over to the man beside him, and he bat those long, dark lashes of his. "Isn't that right Jace?"
It was the mention of Bruce that irked him most of all. Tim was not a child that needed daddy's permission to handle his charity how he saw fit. He turned, narrowing his eyes slightly at the elderly man that was staring him down. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Timmy. "I'm surprised you'd think that Bruce would have an issue with any of it. He's well aware that protecting the youth of this city is the only way to secure a solid future for Gotham. The Red Hood has no ulterior motives--he grew up here and knows what the streets are like." He grabbed for a glass of champagne as a waiter walked by and let himself have a long sip of it before speaking again.
"Or is it that you don't believe my mother taught me how to be a good judge of character?" Janet might not have been a very good mom, but she was a fierce business woman that people knew not to mess with. Tim certainly felt more connected with her postmortem than he ever had his shitty father. "I can promise you that I have personally vetted every person that comes anywhere near my charity, and if I was the least bit suspicious of anything at all, that person would not come near it again." All the while his tone was kept perfectly pleasant. It was the glint in his eyes that was vicious.