Tim saw the flamethrower and took a step back. Well it looked like a flame thrower. "Woah, wait a sec." He tried for tactical reasoning. Maybe that would work better. "I'm not a bad guy, I'm not here to hurt you. " Of coarse the way it looked, it was probably going to be him hurt more than Warren. But he had to try something, he really didn't want to be char broiled. His hands went up as a sign of a peace offering of sorts. To attempt to show him that he had no tricks up his sleeves, that he wasn't pulling anything funny as he spoke. " No I don't. I don't know, I don't have all the answers. Or know why I look like him, I'm new to this too. This isn't my world, but think of it this way..you can flame-thingy me now, and get no answers. Or wait and see what we can get together. " He tried for a hint of humor. It was the Robin away after all. He didn't know how well it went over, he was feeling a liiiitle defensive with a hand full of flames pointed at him.