The joys of absurdity: Ra's al Ghul wants my baby is high, high up on the long, long list of ways he's irrevocably ruined something that was once so good. Malcolm lets it slide and Tim is so, so grateful. He huffs a laugh before it can bubble into something hysterical.

He wants to defend Jeff. That's not a fair assessment of what he is or isn't capable of giving.

But Tim wants the notion of the Demon's Head scrubbed from his thoughts even more than he wants to defend his friend's-- honor.

Selfish.

"We're just going to... hang out. And take from there."

He wants magic to happen.

"No one... is going to get hurt. I promise."