The kid stares him down for a few moments longer, and then, quietly, doubtfully, asks, “‘Wing? Is that you?”
Terry frowns, and cocks his head to the side as he allows the suit’s sensors to read the boy, but everything comes up normal. He’s just a kid, not even some kind of meta.
But Terry’s not stupid, because that kid is also dressed in the Robin suit. Not the most recent version of it, the one still displayed in the Cave at Wayne Manor, but Terry’s seen photos and video reels. This is Grayson’s suit, or maybe Tim’s original suit, and, honestly, it’s either a damn good costume, or it’s real.
The kid twitches, and then steps up to him, his fingers clenched into fists at his sides, and he juts his chin out as he looks up at Terry.
“No, you ain’t Nightwing, neither,” he says decisively, “Then- Are… Are you me?”
And Terry just blinks at him dumbly, and decides not to question how the kid is here, now. If this is time travel, or magic, or… whatever else it could be. Universe-hopping?
“Tim?” He asks, and the kid’s frown deepens.
“Who the fu---udge is Tim?” He demands, and Terry lets out a long sigh, and reaches up to activate his comm.
