Jason arched a brow at that, sure he was no stranger to a jail cell, or an Arkham cell, but Tim. Tim always seemed to have his head on straight. He was one of the family that he didn't usually have to worry about, or curse out for stupidity... or doing what he would do. "...Explain." He spoke the one word, sitting back, finishing the coffee as he listened.

"Since your, you, I expect you to know you may need to keep bail money handy. If bails a thing here, if I get the chance to fight a norse god, I might go for it." Jason, no.