"He's the best," Tim agreed with a slight modification, and the sincerity and hero worship emanating from him is palatable and real. He doesn't have to reach for this, because Bruce Wayne is the best man that Tim knew. Sure, he was a cynical, know-it-all drill sergeant, but no one came close to his dedication to justice and the greater good. Superman's close, but Clark is, well, super. He didn't have to earn it the way Bruce did.

However, the half-smirk at the death re-enactment and that amused huff of air - those, Tim manufactured for the benefit of anyone still deigning them of interest. It was back to their new reality. "Oh, come on. I'm sure you put up more of a fight than that, Harley. I can call you Harley, yes? You can call me Tim."

See, we're all friends here. Trouble has provided him with stranger bedfellows. "Anyway, you've got time to catch up with him here in the Capitol. He might even make an appearance tonight. Bruce never turns down a good party."