Tim rubbed his eyes as he stared at the glowing computer screens. Some time ago the sun had set and he had missed it. Hadn't even turned on the lights because of how preoccupied he was. So preoccupied that when his phone buzzed Tim jumped and swore. He reached out haphazardly and ended up chasing his phone across the desk and nearly to the floor.

Tired eyes scanned the text message before he sighed. Jason. Jason. Tim sighed again. Jason. He could barely let the guy out of his sights before the moron nearly died. Jason was a trouble magnet. Had been ever since Damian had found the troubled kid. Had a stick so far up his rectum it would never see the light of day. He was a pain in Tim's butt. Still, someone had to look out for the moron. 

Tim sighed one last time before shooting back a text that simply read: [i]Car plates[/i]. Those gang members had to come in a vehicle and Tim wanted to know. The meeting had been their best lead, but apparently one of his informants was a double crosser. The hacker turned back to his computers. Whoever Black Mask was inspired a lot of terror into his underlings. Kind of like Wayne.

The man cracked his fingers before resuming typing, not even bothering with light. If there was any more movement on the streets tonight, Jason was sure to catch it. Meanwhile Tim needed another lead. Before Jason or Damian called him out. One thing about being extremely good with computers and being a miracle worker, people expected him to preform miracles on demand. And this Black Mask was buttoned up tighter than Fort Knox.

Tim's eyes drifted back to the phone, waiting for Jason's reply. Hopefully the idiot took photos of the car(s) too.