{Tim's eyes cut away from Dick's Look and one of his shoulders goes up and down in a very bird-like move. There has been kind of a lot of spontaneous cross-dimensional travel in his life recently. At least, he definitely considers two instances in less than that number of months a lot of it. This instance is so far shaping up to be much better than the first.

He looks back up at Dick, scanning his face as he sinks down on the couch. They all have a tendency to take things on themselves and handle too much, but Dick, at this age at least, has less of a policy of withholding information than Batman, so that's something Tim can try to count on a little bit.}

Alright. Not too long then.

{He glances back at the computer screen, taps a few more buttons to make sure things will run automatically without him needed to wiggle a mouse or anything. Then he leaves the computer and perches on the arm of the couch, half facing Dick.}

In that case...what kind of time frame are you worried about? Is there some kind of expiration date they don't hand out?