Tim slouches a little in the seat, getting more comfortable now that he was sure Jason was welcoming and not from a point in time which would likely result in Tim's grievous injury or death. It was the little things making life better that had him in such a good mood recently, he was sure.

"Almost a month." He nods and sips his drink. "Yeah, Dick, Damian." Tim makes a face at that one. "Clark and Jon Kent. Wally West. A couple other friendlies from Central City from what I can determine. I'm still trying to get a real network up and running of contacts. The problem is everyone's from different timelines and periods. Clark hasn't even met B, yet."