Tim had read the report, had sat at his computer and started to realize what kind of person could write a report about what had happened with Jason, and suddenly the comparisons to Bruce didn't feel like compliments anymore. "You survived the cut, though," he points out, not sure how he feels about it, about any of it having a purpose. "Not just by coming here, you survive it at home, and that can't be a mistake."

But Jason isn't touching his throat, scar tissue that is going to take at least a decade to fade and here, it's only been what, months? He's talking about Bruce and thinking about something else, about bad shit and Bucky, Tim surmises. "How did Bucky hurt you," he asks.