If anyone knew what Bruce was going through right now on his own end, it was Tim. It had been him, after all, who had convinced Bruce that there had to be a Robin after the loss of Jason. And while he had never exactly planned for it to be him filling the shoes, what he had known before of the caped crusader as a young boy, and what he knew now after years as serving as his partner, made him perfectly aware of the situation he was putting his mentor in. He didn't like it. But as with Dick, it was necessary.
And perhaps... well past time, in a lot of ways.
The loss of his father only exemplified that thought for him. For now more than ever he was like Bruce. Now, more than ever, he really understood what Bruce has lost in Crime Alley all those years ago. He understood the darkness. And stepping away was about the only thing he could think of to keep it from swallowing him whole.
"Boston", he said, which was only half a lie. He really would go there, at first. "I have an Uncle there." That was the actual lie. He had no next of kin, but had spent a lot of the past month forging one and creating false documents online when he wasn't working on some project for Barbara in her absence. He figured it would likely take her to figure out what he had done, but in the mean time he would not have to worry about becoming a ward of the state.