Tim just nodded at Dick's smile, a silent acknowledgement that he would be one of the others. He wasn't going to let his brothers say no this time. Tim hated being sidelined and if this was the only way he could contribute then he would take the opportunity no questions asked.
"You could fit in the backseat of a limousine." Tim muttered back to Jason's comment, focusing more on his task than actually answering. In his mind he was assessing the damage and knew this was something Jay couldn't just walk away from. A plan was formulating in his mind, calculating a way to get his brother to stay in bed and rest and taking time to actually heal properly for once.
He'd been too caught up in his thoughts that he missed the babble. Just catching the tail end of the conversation about a magic gun. His brows furrowed, wondering what that meant.