A wave of nostalgia carries him en route to find Tim some clothes, his smile waning along the way.
'I'm fine!' A furious Robin tries to rub the pain out of his wrist, twisting away from Dick in the cave. 'It's just sore, it'll be fine in the morning. You're such an old woman, Grayson.'
'So let Alfred take a look at it, if it's nothing you can go straight to bed.'
'Get out of my way! You don't even live here anymore, you're not wanted. Not by me and not by Bruce. You're not Robin, I am, and I can take care of myself!'
A green tshirt and jeans, a grey hoodie, and some regular sneakers. That's what Dick returns with to drop on the arm-rest behind Tim, already dressed in something similar.
"I've gotta find my wallet, then we can go."
Just like a vigilante, he supposes, to know where his grappling gun is but not his ID or credit card.
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A wave of nostalgia carries him en route to find Tim some clothes, his smile waning along the way.
'I'm fine!' A furious Robin tries to rub the pain out of his wrist, twisting away from Dick in the cave. 'It's just sore, it'll be fine in the morning. You're such an old woman, Grayson.'
'So let Alfred take a look at it, if it's nothing you can go straight to bed.'
'Get out of my way! You don't even live here anymore, you're not wanted. Not by me and not by Bruce. You're not Robin, I am, and I can take care of myself!'
A green tshirt and jeans, a grey hoodie, and some regular sneakers. That's what Dick returns with to drop on the arm-rest behind Tim, already dressed in something similar.
"I've gotta find my wallet, then we can go."
Just like a vigilante, he supposes, to know where his grappling gun is but not his ID or credit card.