Tim stiffened slightly, not enough for the green skinned guy to notice but enough to make his body feel a bit secure to itself.
"Uh... nothing, really I'm fine. Well, maybe getting us -home-" That seemed like the proper answer right?, "Home is about the only thing I want... but there's nothing we can do about it." Maybe revive Nightwing and then have the Renegade bird free them? Like hell that would work. Only a .0346778% chance of that happening.
"You ready to go out and have some fun dude? I can go get Conner and we can all go out and have some real fun?"
Tim's stomach did a flip, he felt a little nauseated at the comment. In his place Dick would've taken him out, partied with him. The guy was dead. Everyone that promised to spend anytime with him died. ...Maybe being with Conner wasn't for the best, maybe he could just slip away, more somewhere where he couldn't have anyone hurt because of himself.
"No... No I..." I what?, "I'm not ready to go out. We can have fun here, BB. We're here as slaves and prisoners. They want us to treat this place like home... but it's not. It will never be." Tim swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried, throwing his emotions into a box while he let his intellect take control.