[Fortunately -- or sort of fortunately -- for Tim, he's on his way in person and moving fast.

He had an answer, an observation about how long he'd been on the island, how out-of-date Damian's profiles were, but the brat keeps talking and he grits his teeth, losing sight of the argument.

It's not as bad as it would have been when he was seventeen. But Damian still knows all the wrong semiotic switches to flip. And he sees the first reports coming in from his computer]

I crashed the computer network of the entire League of Assassins. Whoever trained you in computer intrusion can't have been half as good as I am, and I'm better than I was three years ago. Give it up.