Tim absolutely had a reputation, but it was terribly disappointing to feel Jason's hand slip away from his back. It had to be done, he couldn't be seen as some sort of floozy that would spend the night with just anyone. Still, the temptation to ignore all of that and drag Jason down for a fierce kiss called to him like a siren's song. Why was it that he always had to be the one to behave himself? Not like Bruce didn't indulge himself whenever he wanted.

Though typically not with known criminals. Just ones that masked their deeds with a pretty face that couldn't cause any harm.

Jason's words did make the younger boy smile. He nodded his head obediently, because he was a very good boy. He doesn't give into the temptation to stick his tongue down the vigilante's throat, but he does let his lips brush faintly against his cheek. A tender, sweet little affection that he was sure would be getting photographed. He didn't care. It was chaste and would hardly cause a huge scandal.

"Good night, Jace. It was wonderful to see you." He said loud enough to be overheard, and then he's off, the crowd parting for him so that he can take his leave.