"I guess." Their friend's a freaking shapeshifter who tore down an entire underground Base in less than a day, so Tim's learned to widen his perspective a bit. "He just - " He opens a hand beneath the stiff, clinging red spattered over him, " - touched me, and it was like it never happened."

He shudders a little, drawing his shoulders up. It hadn't been a pleasant sensation, even if it was a whole hell of a lot more preferable to the sensation of having been stabbed.

Matching Jay's speed automatically sends another shivering twinge down his legs, that reminder of how that thing probably dragged his body halfway across the park and back again. The seeping exhaustion has begun to saturate his entire body with a fresh ache - it's like he hasn't really slept at all. And he hasn't, has he? Not really.