Before Tim could say though Alfred came down to let the both of them know it was indeed ready.  Tim went up knowing Dick was probably going to want a moment to change out of his sweet new gear, least he'd accidentally get syrup on it.  Still Tim took his time to eat as Dick finally came in.  There was a strange moment though while everyone was eating, as Alfred was out to take care of some other duties around the manor.  Tim glanced at Dick and stopped, seemingly just staring at his elder in a way that probably would look creepy to a third person.  

It was just strange feeling he hadn't had in years.  Hope was the best word for that feeling.  Tim felt invincible when he was around Bruce and the others.  After all they had a power Superman could only have hoped for.  Fear.  It was a powerful thing that made anyone who stepped in front of them quiver, lose focus, be easy pray in some demented sense.  When Tim lost everyone around him, Bruce dying, Dick vanishing, Damien and Jason going into an insane business for themselves of blood and chaos.  Everything Bruce had tried to avoid as the Batman.  Barbara was the only thing Tim had left as anything of an ally when everything was going to Hell.  With what had happened to her though there wasn't much she could do outside of using her gifts to assist.  

Tim felt Gotham City finally start to suffocate him, its hateful hand tightening around him into a fist.  It was all such a horrifyingly unfamiliar sensation that only grew painfully familiar.  Dick though finally returning brought a faint for now glimmer that everything might finally be okay again.  Sure Gotham was still the pit stain on America it always was, but now that light Tim used to see at the end of the tunnel was just starting to come back again.