"I do, and I'm rarely wrong." All of the Robins at least had that annoying confidence about themselves. Bruce wouldn't waste his time on them otherwise.
Tim frowned, his voice dragging on the admission. "Yeah..." And now I'm doing it. I hate this.
Red Robin shook his head. "Our job is to save lives. Not end them. It's a blurrier line when it's self-made circumstances, but I'm still glad you chose to be better than most would have been." He really believed that. Perhaps not as firmly as Dick did, but it was still firm in his moral compass, tested as it often became. "We don't know the full circumstances around Lena yet. I don't want you to think the worst till that's evident." I can do that part.
Red Robin held his hand out, an offer to help him up to his feet. "I'm going to gather this data up. Then I'm going to destroy what is here. I'll take what we have to Batman and try to find where Luthor went from here as best I can. Until we know Clark knows, can you act as though you know none of this? Or take a vacation day?"