"You look like Bruce," Tim grumbled "Yanno. With the whole hands-on-hips thing. Plus the death glare - that's freaky. Heh, you've got more white hair than him, though."
"Why're you here, kid."
"Can't a guy just visit his brother once in a while?"
Jason crossed his arms while raising an eyebrow.
Tim pouted. "Fine. Alfred wants everyone to come over to the manor for a family dinner. Tomorrow."