Tim Drake

Robin

[cluebustersteph]

"Right as rain? How old are you?" Stephanie stifled a laugh with the back of her hand as it attempted to fall from her lips, a note of pleasure hidden within the noise. Robin was an old soul trapped in a 20-something's sculpted body. Just looking over the rippling muscles of his biceps would provide no indication of the old man that resided inside his brain. One of the things she enjoyed most about Robin, besides the fact that he was great at keeping a secret, was that he was unlike anyone else she had ever met. There wasn't a single thing about him that reminded her of anyone she had ever met in Gotham and it reflected in the way she felt around him - only him. Stephanie's heart stumbled in her chest, bumping clumsily into her ribs.

"20 Work-Related Questions?" The blonde quirked a brow, a mischievous glint dancing along with the stars that reflected in her eyes. "Like what? Who's the coolest Rogue you've ever single-handedly taken down?" Spoiler already knew that a game like that would remind her of just how inadequate she was, living in the shadow of real heroes like Batman and Robin. "Now that is a game I can get behind. Do we have to tell each other the dares now or can we come up with it later?"

[thedetectiverobin]

"You know I can't tell you that." Tim reminded her, although the reasoning was more so because he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. He could see the 'well I'm older than you, maybe. I should lead?' comments from a mile a way and he'd rather not deal with more of her teasing. Even though she was kinda cute when she pushed his buttons. "Coolest? I think that would be Mr. Freeze. Just by default." He joked, although he hadn't actually defeated Mr. Freeze on his own. Batman was weird about the A-Listers. Especially lately. Maybe he thought he was too emotionally unstable to handle it on his own? Whatever the case was, it was agitating him. It felt a bit like someone had put a parental lock on his computer and now he had to hack his way around it. When before, it was a lot easier to use a little more freely. Even if he had to be in the same room as Batman to use it. "I'm kidding... Batman was with me that time."

She said she could get behind the daring game and he shot her a smile, she had a mischievous air about her. One that nearly made him rethink the whole premise. Whatever she wanted to dare him to do was likely far worse than what he could possibly give her. "Later," He replied finally. Although, he was tempted to get her to tell him hers now. Just so he knew whether or not he should really be trying. He didn't actually have what he might want from her planned out. Besides... His heart fluttered in his chest at the innocent thought of kissing her before pushing it away. "Does your father have any goons or are we going to be out all night stopping other crimes?" He asked before looking back to the street and noticing some movement down there.

[darkjustice]

Tim filled the momentary silence with a tirade of emotion. It was proof he wasn't ready for this, proof his head wasn't in control. For all the genius in him, sometimes Batman feared that this Robin was all heart. An admirable quality in any other profession. A liability in their line of work. So he cut it off, ended it all. The conversation, the mission, all of it.

He knew why they were here. There had been a shake up of gang activity throughout Gotham. People disappearing, escalating violence. Turf wars breaking out in the chaos left behind. It was still simmering, nothing huge. A blip on the radar, but a blip he was aware of. Even now, two gangs beneath them were jockeying for position, posturing at one another. Batman saw it, calculated how long it would take to take Tim back to the manor and return. No, too long. Maybe he could program the car to --

He never had a chance to finish the thought. Because Tim threw himself off the damn building. Batman heard the snap of the grappling hook and reached for his own. He was tempted to shout out, demand Tim come back, but even the sound of gunfire wouldn't drown that out. They'd be spotted before they were in position. No, the dice were cast now. There was no choice but to follow.

Silently, he landed behind one of the shooters. Batman grabbed his ankles and ripped him backwards, catching the weapon before it hit the ground. A flick released the ammo and he tossed it in the face of another gang member. Batman swooped around, eyes narrowing as they spotted his young protegee. "We're going to have a long discussion when this is done," he warned, tossing a batarang at the gang member coming up on Tim's left.

[thedetectiverobin]

As he was swinging down from the rooftops, Tim kicked out a leg. Landing on top of one of the shooters and gracefully taking out another one upon landing. The pops of gunfire were deafeningly loud, making him seem all the more silent. Only alerting the closest gang members to his presence with the thud of a couple bodies hitting the floor. He was expecting Batman to join him but he wasn't expecting him to land so close. Catching his glare with his own quick gaze and giving him a small frown as he tried to tell him that they were having a long discussion when this was over. "What's there to talk about?" He questioned abruptly.

Turning his head when the batarang wizzed past him and hit a gang member coming up behind him. Tim reached behind himself and quickly pulled out his bo staff, giving the gang member on his left another quick smack so he'd hit the floor faster. "Legally, I'm an adult and I've been doing fine without you. Besides... isn't this exactly how you coped after the same thing happened to you?" He questioned, knowing it was a low blow to bring up his parents.

While he was distracted with Bruce, another man quickly approached him on his right with a switch blade. Jabbing forwards and letting out a short, angry yell as he did so. Tim blocked the attack quickly by lifting his arm. He felt the blade rip into the armoured padding and the tip of it sink into his skin. With his other arm, he reared a fist back before smacking the man clean in the nose. "Can't you see we're in the middle of a conversation here?" He quipped before pulling the blade from his arm and tossing it to the floor further away from him.

"Batman, behind you." He warned him when he turned to face him again. Knowing that Bruce would easily be able to take care of the gang member that was bravely coming up behind the bat and wielding a pipe of all things. Beside the man with a pipe, another man was taking aim on him with his gun but before. he could fire, Tim grabbed one of his birdarangs and launched it towards the man. Catching him clean through the arm and forcing him to drop the gun with a scream of pain.

[cluebustersteph]

When Stephanie had made the decision to become a vigilante, donning the purple handmade suit, it had never occurred to her that she might rub shoulders with Batman and Robin. They were legends in the city and her father had always spoken about them with caution as if they were to be feared. Retrospectively that made sense, but she had no fears when she spent time with Robin. In fact, she found that she felt the opposite around him. Stephanie was fearless, free of the restraints her worries bound her in.

"Fry?" She repeated the offer, shaking the bag in an attempt to catch his attention. "Are you okay?" She asked brows knitted together, the concern reflecting in her tone. Robin was always okay, although she assumed that like her, he had a life outside of being Robin that might be affecting him. It was a lot to juggle, but she was sure he had his reasons just as she did. "What kind of game?" Stephanie tried to leave that train of thought behind. Wondering who was behind the mask was useless, even if he knew who she was it didn't give her an entitlement to his identity.

[thedetectiverobin]

Tim gave her a small smile when he took the fry from her. He'd been hearing that question a little too frequently lately and it wasn't like he could talk to Steph about it. Telling her about Tim's problems was crossing a line he really wasn't supposed to. Nor did he want to. His time with Stephanie felt like the only time left where he could be normal. Not pitied for what happened to his father or scolded for how he was reacting to it... he was just Robin when he was with Spoiler. It was all he needed to be. "Yeah, Steph. I'm right as rain." He said, taking his attention off her and putting it back onto the building they were watching.

"Let's see..." He said, quickly trying to change the subject to solely the game they could play. Kicking his feet and raising a hand to cup his chin as he thought. "There's I Spy? 20 Work-Related Questions?" He joked, giving her a grin. "We could always make a game out of how many bad guys we take out tonight. Whoever gets the most by sunrise gets to dare the other? And they must do the dare."

[butlermate]

It didn't escape Alfred's notice that Tim didn't answer him, but he let it go. "Yes, he's not come home yet," he replied brusquely. He watched Tim stuff his cape into his backpack, and felt a pang at how familiar the sight was. Tim wasn't the first boy he'd seen do that. He followed the boy into the kitchen, used to his restless energy, and stood in the doorway. "No, I'm sure he wouldn't," he said. "But can I ask what you need it for?"

[thedetectiverobin]

"Okay, good." He said with a relieved nod. It would probably take a while for Bruce to get back. Maybe enough time to analyze that sample? He had a bagged birdarang in his backpack. Caked with Jason Todd's dried blood. If he could just be slick about it, which he knew he was capable of doing... Tim could use the Batcomputer to analyze it while Bruce wasn't around and then delete the resulting file afterwards like it never happened. "Oh... it's just a DNA sample of a criminal I ran into today." He told him honestly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

[jamesgcrdon]

@thedetectiverobin: from here

Jim studied the young man in front of him for a moment, his sandy eyebrows twitching together briefly. The speed of the answer pricked at his mind like a burr catching at his clothing, but there was nothing else to really arouse his suspicion. “My mistake,” he said, with a little smile, though he wasn’t entirely convinced that it was a mistake at all. “Sure.” He offered another faint smile. “Jim Gordon,” he added, holding out his hand for a shake. Since apparently they were strangers, he should introduce himself.

[thedetectiverobin]

"Don't worry about it." Tim replied with a quick swipe of his hand in the air. As though to wave away the mistake like it were an inconsiderate bug. Even knowing it was anything but a mistake. He saw Jim on the regular. A top the GCPD's rooftop, peaking over Batman's shoulder at a file and sometimes snagging them for himself instead before Bruce could. Not that Jim could know that. "Tim Drake," He said, taking the officer's hand in his own. He tried to get over how weird this entire second meeting was. "Come to think of it... I do recognize your name. I think you know Mr. Wayne? He's helping me out a lot with my... situation. If we met before, it might have been at a charity gala?"

[ofbalance]

There was both a deep pride for his brother’s capacity to win an argument and deep contempt for knowing he had officially LOST. “I do trust you Timmy.” He told him earnestly. Dick meant it sincerely, what he lacked trust in was the city in which they lived. He took a deep breath, having how easily Tim turned around and won the argument. “Things were a lot different when I was your age.” Jason at that same age proved that same point. He couldn’t lose another brother. “You could kick my ass in a spar all you want,” Actually no he couldn’t but Dick was nothing if not supportive. “But being concerned about you isn’t something I could turn off.”

[thedetectiverobin]

"Oh, yeah? How so?" He asked him curiously. He never minded hearing the stories. There was something special about Dick's stories. A sense of hope and love that he couldn't seem to get enough of. Especially now that he was struggling with the loss of his father. He let out a soft chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. "At least you know when you're beat." He teased. All too aware that defeating Dick in a fight was a lot more difficult than he was letting on. He was faster than him and more graceful. Tim's fighting style on the other hand was thoughtful and strategic. He'd gotten leagues better since the last time they sparred and a part of him really did want to prove it to him. To anyone who'd watch and listen. "I don't want to talk about it, Dick." He told him honestly. "But being Robin is the only thing that's helping lately. I want to get out there and fight."

[thedetectiverobin]

@ofmarkov from here

He looked easy enough. Yes, as a mark but at the given moment that wasn't what she was using him for. Maybe that would come later, but right now Tara needed somehow to throw the hound off her trail. She needed to look like she blended in, not that she was the off-key in a tight crowd. The guy tailing her, she was almost certain he was a cop. So, she needed someone to ground her so he wouldn't make a shit move that would end his life and cover her hands in red. "Pretty sure that guy is stalking me." Somehow Tara doubted the kid would recognize an undercover cop, and if he did well-- appearances would be considered deceiving.

The moment he glanced over to the man she was talking about, Tim felt a small bit of confusion overcome him. He felt quick to believe the girl but he was pretty sure he knew that guy from his nights as Robin. Sure... Cops could be corrupt. Especially in Gotham, but he was about 70% sure that wasn't the case this time. Detective Alvarez was a decent guy. Even if he was a bit of a serial cheater, he didn't seem like the type to stalk. He didn't want this girl thinking he didn't believe her either. "How long has he been tailing you?" He questioned. Trying not to seem to suspicious as he spoke to her. Keeping his tone gentle. This could be a misunderstanding, maybe? "Keep your head down. We can duck out of the crowd and try and lose him."

[all-blades]

"I want him to find out. Just ln the terms I've set, not because some little birdie told him." He plucks the birdarang out from Tim's hand, takes a moment to reacquaint himself with the feel of it. The design and weight of it has changed, a little bit. Newer tech.

Robin was always supposed to be something to grow out of. He didn't really get that chance, but it's definitely not his anymore. Robin lost its magic the moment he died beaten and alone. He knows what real magic is like now. He wouldn't wish it upon anyone else.

He scoffs, giving his apparent successor a skeptical look. "I find that a little hard to believe." A click of his tongue, and he's taking off one of his gloves in order to slice the meat of his palm with the weapon.

It'll heal in a few minutes, anyways. "Here. Catch." He tosses it back at Tim, slow enough for him to catch it with ease despite the short distance. Puts his glove back on, and fixes his mask back on his face as well. Takes a step back into the shadows.

"I'm not mad at him for failing to save me," he says after a moment. He's decidedly spent too long here. "And I'm not mad at you." But he was still so very angry. He has a right to be, and no one is going to tell him otherwise. "But I've got my own plans to carry out. Fun chat. Stay out of Crime Alley."

[thedetectiverobin]

"Hey, I get it. It's not any of my business." Tim said, holding up his hands in a mock surrender. If this was really Jason Todd, the entire family dynamic was about to see a major shake up. He always felt a little like an outsider stepping into some other kid's life. Bruce and Alfred both seemed devastated by the time he made his debut as Robin. The loss of Jason hit hard and even though Tim had been in his boots for a couple of years now... it took a long time for him to feel at home and to make his own individual mark.

Jason gave him a look and Tim's lips pulled into a tight frown. "What do you find hard to believe exactly?" He asked. Knowing everything he said was true. He wanted to understand. Robin DID inspire him. (Both Jason and Dick.) And that last bit about Batman being in a bad spot? When was that not true? He may not of liked to show it, but he could tell by the way Bruce looked at him sometimes... how deeply Jason's death took it's toll on him.

Tim caught the birdarang with ease and pulled out a plastic bag from his utility belt. Slipping the DNA evidence into it and sealing it up before tucking it back onto his belt. He was about to pull out his med kit when the previous Robin tugged on his glove instead. Not so much as wrapping the new cut. Ooo-kay? Maybe dying makes you care a little less about cleaning and bandaging cuts.

His brows furrowed as Jason explained he wasn't mad at Bruce for not saving him before continuing to extend the same curtesy to him. "I'm glad you're not." He said quietly, noticing how quickly Jason was trying to end the conversation. "Noted." He said, knowing he wouldn't be keeping out of Crime Alley. Not when all of the action was here. "Good luck when he finds out about all the murdering you've been doing."

[darkjustice]

Grief. Bruce knew grief well. Batman was born of grief. But a very special kind. Overpowering, all-consuming, a hungry kind of grief. The kind that demanded something be done, action be taken, justice be served. It was easy to get lost in that kind of grief. Bruce wasn't sure he had ever really escaped it, wasn't sure he ever would. He couldn't let that happen here.

"Given that you were acting like a child again, I decided to treat you like one." Batman's voice was rough, each word harsh. That's what grief like this demanded, there would be no sugarcoating. That wouldn't help. (That's what he told himself. That's what he needed to tell himself. So he could ignore the way his heart was pounding in his throat. So he could pretend this was all about what Tim was going through, nothing to do with himself.) "Those are excuses," he said flatly. "Not explanations. You're still being trained, on supervised patrols. A peer is not supervision. Especially..." He trailed off, jaw clenched tight. "You're coming home. Now. This mission is over."

His cape swirled behind him as he turned, and he started forward, expecting Robin to follow. Batman had given his order. But Bruce paused, half a step into the shadows. "Getting yourself hurt or killed won't change what happened," he said, staring forward into the dark. Giving them both the chance to avoid eye contact. Batman straightened up. "Let's go."

[thedetectiverobin]

Bruce told him he was acting like a child and he felt himself scoff. Turning his head away from Batman and placing his attention back onto the street again from where he was perched. Nothing happening yet... but he heard whispers that the gangs in the area were rearing up for a fight. Red Hood must have gotten them shaken up pretty bad and with fear bred chaos. Two of the gangs in the Narrows were getting ready to take it out on each other and Tim had plans to meet up with his not-girlfriend for a little turf war date. He hoped they could break up the fight together... and now here Bruce was... looming behind him and casting a very familiar yet threatening shadow over him.

Bruce kept talking and Tim clenched his teeth. It didn't feel fair. He didn't know much about Jason's time as Robin, but from what he heard Dick had been allowed to go out on solo missions. Besides, Bruce seemed too busy for him lately... that or he wasn't taking him out on patrols on purpose. "What else do you have to teach me?" He asked abruptly. Turning his head again suddenly to face him. "Nightwing had solo patrols when he was Robin. I have more experience now than he had then." He pointed out. "Spoiler is smart, resourceful and she has my back. We can handle a little turf war. It's not like I'm seeking out A list villains, Batman. Why can't you just let me prove-?" He cut himself off before Bruce informed him that the mission was over.

He turned on his heels and began walking back into the shadows that he'd come from. Tim glanced over his shoulder back on the street. Noticing how the two gangs he'd been watching for had just arrived. Tearing his attention from the potential fight, he started walking after Bruce when he spoke again. Noting that getting himself hurt or killed wouldn't change what happened. Tim froze. His stomach turning at the indirect mention of his father's recent death. Who knew when the next time Bruce would take him out on a supervised mission was. "No. I think I'll handle this first." He said, quickly taking out his grappling hook and shooting a line to the building across the street before leaping off the roof and towards the freshly started gun fight.

[darkjustice]

@thedetectiverobin

Some people called Batman 'The World's Greatest Detective.' But it didn't take a whole lot of sleuthing to track down Tim. Alfred had raised no concerns, but that in itself was a concern. A moment of too quiet that had tickled at the back of his mind. Perhaps that process could be called a sort of detection, but actually tracking the boy down to a rooftop in the Narrows -- well, it wasn't exactly child's play, as Bruce had trained him, but it wasn't impossible. "Funny," he called from the shadows behind Tim. "This doesn't look like your room. I thought you had homework." His voice held no humor, humor was nearly impossible in the low rumble he used as Batman. And they were Batman and Robin now, not Bruce and Tim. He couldn't let those lines blur, not again. "You were told not to go out alone," he barked, striding up to the boy. "You've put yourself in jeopardy and compromised my trust. So I hope you have a very good explanation."

[thedetectiverobin]

There was nothing left in Tim Drake's life. He'd stopped talking to his friends around the same time he dropped out of high school. Any plans he had to further his education were washed away with the blood of his father. It wasn't long before his home was taken and most of his father's things were given away to old family members who never cared to know him. What he had left was this mask and a name that belonged to two other boys before he borrowed it. A name that suited him a little better than the one he just so happened to be born with. He always liked being Robin more anyway. The daring adventures, the mysteries, the way he felt like he was doing something to actually help people. It meant something.

Tim felt himself cringe at the sound of a familiar voice. Grovelled and deeper than the one he heard at Wayne Manor. It was humourless, but he was pretty sure that was supposed to be a joke. Part of him wanted to remind him that Bruce wasn't his father, but it was a little too cliche. So he settled for something else, "I haven't had homework in a couple years." He teased, "Was that a joke? Or did you hit your head?" His tone a lot lighter than Bruce's. Even knowing he was in a world of trouble right now. All he could do was try to keep his cool while swearing internally. Batman marched over to him and he straightened his back as though he was a young soldier. "I'm just scouting. I'm not in jeopardy. You trained me... you know I'm capable. Besides, I'm not technically alone. Stepha- Spoiler's going to meet me."

[cluebustersteph]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫  @thedetectiverobin

The night that hung over Gotham was a shroud of smog and neon lights, but on the edge of the world perched atop one of the many gargoyles that protected the Belfry they were above it all. Below, in the bowels of the chaos reigned. It was below in the shadows of Gotham where the people like her dad operated, planning and scheming on ways to push themselves above the rest. Down there was where she would finally be the one to stop Cluemaster. Turning to Robin, she held up the thin paper bag that contained the over-salted limp fries she offered, "Fry?" She asked, attempting to break the silence that had fallen over the pair.

[thedetectiverobin]

He'd seen her without her mask a few times now. When he visited her as Robin at her home and then most recently, when she was all dressed up at the Gala. She didn't know then who he was and their conversation had been tragically cut short. He was mustering the confidence to ask her to dance when he noticed the shining signal light cutting through Gotham's dark sky. Successfully stealing him away from Stephanie Brown and the party onto the dark, chilly streets of Gotham. Even in the heat of a fight, all he could think of was her. All dressed up and standing on the sidelines, all alone. He wondered if she'd waited for him to come back, or if she'd been interested in Tim Drake at all? Maybe she only really liked him in the mask in their current dynamic. Maybe she didn't really like him at all and she was this flirty with everyone...

Her voice interrupted his thoughts and he blinked at her. "Huh?" Robin asked, his voice pensive. As though he was just waking from a daydream. "Oh, sure." He said, taking a fry and finally putting his mind to the mission again. What was she doing to him? That he couldn't even stay on track? He settled himself into a proper sitting position beside her. Sick of crouching. "Should we play a game while we wait?"

[ofbalance]

"I know, I'm hilarious." Really, he was. Well, sometimes Dick was capable of being hilarious. One of those times didn't happen to be now however. Not when Tim was hiding something from him that looked sketchy. He had already lost one brother to death's claws by not being nearly attentive enough, Dick had no interest in losing another. His expression softened at Tim's earnest attempt to deflect and guide him away. "Maybe I'm being the rude one." Poking and prodding where he didn't belong. But. "But I care about you, and if you're heading towards somewhere dangerous I want to be there watching your back."

[thedetectiverobin]

"Isn't all of this dangerous? It's kinda the whole job, Dick." He reminded him, "And if none of you can just let me do it on my own- then what's the point? Just trust me, okay?" It wasn't his place to tell Dick what he knew and besides, the last thing he needed was for rumours to spread through the family and Bruce to hear about it. "How about this. I'll prove to you I'm capable enough to be let alone with a spar." Tim suggested, standing from his spot on the office chair and giving him a small smile. "Didn't you want to be trusted with solo stuff when you were my age?"

[aliceingothamland]

There was a chilling whisper to the winds as they blew threw the ratty old curtains in the warehouse. As Alice sat upon her throne, bejeweled with countless stolen gems, she hummed sweetly to herself, just taking in the quiet. Her pastel blue adorned switchblade traveling through her fingers as she began to think. There was always something to figure out. A plan or message to make or send. As Alice danced the knife between her freshly painted fingers. The red jewel encrusted into the blue handle shined from the light. Her eyes narrowed as she began to smile looking towards the giant window ahead of her. “This is the time to show the world just how mad we are." She snickered softly. Standing up, she moved ever-so-gracefully about as she made her way to stare out the window fully. The knife twirling coming to an end as she watched in awe. This city was nothing more than her own playground, something these people would soon learn.

The thoughts went wild like the Hatter's tea party until she heard the debris from the hall being stepped upon. "Play time already?" She quizzed to herself, softly, as she turned to face the intruder. The switchblade making a whoosh noise as it swung through the dark breeze. "Did the white rabbit send you, or did you show up without an invitation?" A sick grin curled on her lips as she looked at the shadowy figure in the door way. "Please, do come in, so that I might see just who was dumb enough to enter my castle."

[thedetectiverobin]

"I'm crashing your little tea party." Robin clarified. Kicking a piece of debris out of the way. This place was a dump. It was littered with debris and other kinds of mess. "If you're supposed to be Queen of Wonderland, you should really get a better cleaning staff." He joked. Glancing around the room as though he was looking for someone else. In all honesty, Tim thought he'd been tracking the Mad Hatter. The signs were all there. The Wonderland aesthetics especially. Needless to say, he was a little shocked to see a taller woman instead. The woman asked him to enter and so he did. Taking out his Bo Staff as if he was expecting a fight. She was holding a switch blade after all.

"Where's your friend in the hat?"

[butlermate]

starter for @thedetectiverobin

The front door to Wayne Manor slammed open, and Alfred turned quickly, automatically putting his hand to his inner blazer pocket, where he kept his Walter PPK. It was probably someone coming home in a foul mood, but still, you could never be too careful. He walked slowly from the kitchen and into the hallway, and saw Tim standing there, looking in a right bloody state.

He let go of the handle of his gun and relaxed immediately. "Master Drake?" he said. "What happened?" Tim didn't need to say that anything had happened for Alfred to know. It was written all over the boy's face.

[thedetectiverobin]

He didn't want to lie to Alfred. Anyone else, sure, but lying to Alfred was pretty much considered a crime. So Tim brushed past his question instead. Like he never asked it. Quickly closing the door behind him and glancing around the older man. "Is Bruce still out?" He'd been gone for a while. Robin wasn't really supposed to go out on his own without at least letting Batman know first but how was a guy even supposed to get permission when he wasn't even around?

Tim stuffed the rest of the yellow fabric into his backpack and swiftly moved past Alfred towards the kitchen and to the coffee maker. "Do you think he'd mind if I used the Bat Computer for a bit?" He asked.

[all-blades]

Jason narrows his eyes as he scrutinizes Tim for a moment. He scoffs. "Robin's are good at that, aren't they. Keeping things from the big bad bat. I should know." It was probably too optimistic of him to think that little the latest birdie would've curbed that bad habit.

Whatever. It'll apparently play in his favor.

"Well... I do plan on waiting to see how long it takes the so-called world's greatest detective to sleuth out my identity. It'll give you something to lord over him later, won't it? That you knew the answer first." With that, he's holding out one of his hands. "I'll give you your sample." He makes the universal 'gimme' gesture. "Birdarang."

A pause. He raises a brow at that last bit. "God knows what's in the tap at this point, knock yourself out with that. Though, I gotta tell ya that not everythin' can be explained with science."

[thedetectiverobin]

He was a living, breathing warning. Staring him down from a few steps away with an unnatural glow to his eyes and vicious scars on his face. Tim didn't have scars that bad. Not yet... but he'd seen them on Dick and Bruce all the same. Jason's words were just as much a warning as his scars were. Keeping things from Bruce could land him in trouble some day. It wasn't like he didn't know that. It certainly landed the last Robin in trouble.

"He really is a great detective, you know." Tim reminded him finally. "It won't be long before he figures it out. If you really are who you claim you are." He was pretty certain that Red Hood was telling the truth but Tim liked to be sure. Jason said he'd give him a sample and Tim nodded and fished a birdarang from his belt. "Sure. I mean, it was yours before it was mine." He said, holding it out towards the potential second Robin to take.

He let out a scoff of a laugh, clearly a little amused by the answer. "It wasn't the water, huh?" Tim smiled a bit at him. "No... but a lot can be and I want to understand." He said.

There was a long pause between them before he glanced away from Jason. "You know, I- uh... really admired you. And Batman of course." He stated awkwardly, reaching a green gloved hand up to push some strands of hairs back. It felt strange meeting him. It was like hearing that you had a brother who died and being endlessly compared to him... just for him to actually be alive. Part of him hoped he was making a decent first impression.

"Batman was in a bad spot after you passed." He said finally. "Don't be too hard on him."

[thedetectiverobin]

“Quick, pretend to look like you’re talking to me.” || TARA MARKOV

"But I am talking to you now?" He said, sounding a little confused as the blonde bounded up to him. Tim glanced from her to around her. Trying to figure out who she was escaping talking to before setting his sights only on her. "Are you okay? Is there a reason we're pretending to talk?" He asked her.If she was in trouble, then he was happy to get involved.

[thedetectiverobin]

“[Timmy], if you don’t stop being rude to me, I’m going to give you decaf.” || DICK GRAYSON

"Ha ha. Very funny." Tim replied, not turning his head from the Bat computer. He immediately opened another window over top of what he was currently doing. Blatantly hiding it from Dick. A small scrap of bloody, yellow fabric lie against the desk in front of him next to a small white hair. He swivelled his chair to face the first Robin, hoping he wouldn't figure out what he was doing right now behind Bruce's back. "I'm not trying to be rude, Dick... I really am just busy."