Tim was full of doubt. Most of it went unspoken, but if she wasn't dead then Batman had to have known. It was just how he was. He kept tabs on these things. He made it his business to know where his people were, alive or otherwise, and Tim rubbed at his eyes with his free hand as if trying to push it all away like it was some sort of nightmare. Maybe when they opened again it would all be gone. Though he knew that kind of thinking wasn't realistic, infact he couldn' do that. It would just mean he gave up on his promise to his dad who was dead and he couldn't check out. He wouldn't quit. At the same tme he was full of confliction and his features sharp with anger.
"I should have stopped her at the start. I knew what would happen. Being a vigilante isn't a game." He blamed himself for her death. Or "death" now as it seemed to be, his cheek resting against the top of her head as he stared into the space of his dimly lit room. Any other time Dawn might have come he probably would have been nervous, but his mind and heart were so full of bitterness that he couldn't be. He should have been happy that Steph was alive, and for half a second he was..but it was short lived. Like most of his happiness tended to be.