"No," Bruce snapped, batting Tim's hand away like it was nothing. "Wrong. Go again." This time, he didn't let Tim get away with a sloppily projected movement, grabbing the boy's skinny elbow before Tim could even get back into position. "This right here? You're broadcasting. We talked about this. Anyone with half a skill level at street fighting will see this coming a mile away." He shoved the elbow away, his jaw clenched, teeth gritted as he stood there looming over Tim and looking down on him. "You're tired. Aren't you?"