Because as cute as the idea of Jack/Tim is, Tim’s much more a creature of fear than snow.

And Cass spent almost a decade running, looking for a way to atone for what she’d done.

And Steph walked on eggshells around her parents as a child, because she there was no consistency in her family.

And Jason watched his mother die by inches and ended up on the street.

And Damian got pushed too far, too soon.

They’re all shaped by fear. It was the crucible that formed their identities. Tim’s fear drove him to be exacting, precise, always with a backup plan and a list of possibly contingencies. Cass’s fear gave her a purity of purpose, a single-minded determination to never kill again. Steph’s fear made her resilient, capable of getting up and going on in the face of seemingly insurmountable barriers. Jason’s fear taught him compassion and righteous fury, seeing himself in the faces of other victims and survivors. Damian’s fear is still so much a part of him he can’t acknowledge it, or see past it, but he’s learning too, taking chances on people, opening up despite his past experiences.

Fear isn’t an enemy. It’s an ally. It’s the restraining hand that keeps you from diving off a cliff because it looks fun. Fear’s a guard and a guide, the loyal second who asks if that’s really the best course of action.

And Pitch is proud of his Gotham brats. Gotham’s one of the last places children really do still believe in the bogey man. Gotham is Pitch’s city, and he’s practically the batclan’s patron saint.