Watching Tim tear through the pack of entitled rich people with nothing but his sharp wit and lashing tongue was just as evocative as watching Red Robin take apart a group of thugs with his bo staff. It was captivating and Jason's attention was locked onto the younger man, a small smirk on his lips as he watched the hypocrites be torn down. They didn't go quietly, but Tim was quick to cut off their regroup attempts and, eventually, the small group dispersed and they were left once more to their own devices.

"You know, you didn't have to do that. He would have been fine being a silent benefactor." He made sure to keep his ruse, referring to Hood in the third person just as all of them referred to their masked egos. He sipped at his drink, something in a short, wide glass with ice and an orange slice, amusement bright in his eyes. "He's pissed off more than a few people in this room. He doesn't take kindly to the hoity-toity types coming down to our stretch of street to mess up some pretty young thing's face. Marched more than a few of them out on their asses, nursing busted noses or a few holes in places that won't kill them."

Hell, he'd recognized no less than three 'gentlemen' in the crowd who'd made his own pre-Batman days a living hell, not that he had any proof. There was a reason he wasn't mingling and it wasn't just because this wasn't his kind of crowd.

"Gotta say, though. Watching you work is very impressive, Mr. Drake. Very skillfully handled."