It doesn't matter.
"I can help," Timothy Drake said.
"Oh?" Jaybird sneered. "What use could you be?"
"Computers. I'm good with computers," Tim gabbled.
Jason looked at him.
"You want to be Robin." Jaybird considered it. Ever since Ethiopia – the Joker (he still felt a thrill when he remembered beating that green head in) – he hadn't been the epitome of fitness. His arms always hurt – wouldn't hold – his back creaked, and his eyes wouldn't focus for long.
Tim hunched over and didn't look up. "Batman needs a Robin."
There was a shot.
"Sorry kid," Jason said regretfully. "I'm not ready to be replaced."