He isn't teared up, there's no emotional quivering edges to him; he's uncomfortable, yes, but it isn't because someone mentioned his father. (Hell, he'll talk about his parents, and at length, given the right opportunity.) It's everything, it's this whole stupid situation, that could have been avoided if his alternate self (selves) wasn't doing this. Everything goes back to that, and the coldness it makes him feel. This boy shouldn't be able to hit that button; he shouldn't know it exists.

Bruce goes to his side, directs more than nudges him to settle where he needs him so that his wounds can be looked at. He pushes his sleeves to his elbows, takes off the bracer on his wrist, cleans his hands - doesn't respond. Not until he pulls a pair of latex gloves on.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to."

Maybe Tim wouldn't have recognized him.

Maybe Tim wouldn't have gotten himself tied up and drugged.