Tim looked to Dick for help, but Dick wasn't voicing any dissent. ... I guess there's no reason to. As soon as Jason had a target, it was a no brainer that it was going to be hit. His eyes slid to Damian. And I'm definitely not going to get any help in that quarter. If I protest he's just more likely to find reasons to agree with Jason. His plan to gather more information to see what organization this place belonged to was ruined. Now he had to focus on damage control.
Which included getting Jason to not kill anyone holed up in the warehouse.
Fine. I hate this, but Dick's not the only one who can pretend to create some cooperation. He kept his words slow, to seem like he was not really wanting to say it (and it was true, he didn't want to say it). "I agree that it wouldn't be bad to mess up their middle ops, especially if someone is selling drugs to kids. Attacking the warehouses solo with too little information simply wasn't an option for me before." Dick didn't bother to hide looking at Tim with some surprise, but Tim was careful not to look at him, pretending not to notice. Instead he reached for the butter cookies smoothly and held them out to Jason, keeping his gaze there. "But I do still need information. Knocking out the middle is good, and it makes the top scramble, but I do want to go after the top. So I need whoever is in there alive." Then he added awkwardly. "How've you been, anyhow?"
Dick instead exchanged a look with Damian, held his palms up some. There was a lot of communication in that. The silent 'I guess we're going with this? You're cool with that, right?'