"What?" His eyes narrow in concern and anger, though the latter isn't directed at Tim. "You were drugged? Are you okay? Did they do anything else...?" Because if they had, Conner was going to go find them and smash their faces in. "Damnit, Tim, next time you go out, you should take me with you." He tries to make a convincing argument because he's pretty sure Tim will argue against him. "I know it's shocking, but I actually can be quiet. I can be the big broody bodyguard to make sure no one messes with you just in case something bad does happen, then you won't be on your own. I know you can take care of yourself but we're pretty much on our own here."

He'll walk over and help to put some of the things away, listening while Tim goes on about Bruce. "... Man. I'm not sure I want to meet a Batman who hasn't meet Superman. He'd probably freak and shoot me down if I start flying or something. At least I wouldn't have to worry about a kryptonite ring."