In Gotham city, it wasn’t unusual to see people hanging out on the roofs of skyscrapers. But normally those people were members of the batfamily and not seemingly random citizens whom Red Robin couldn’t recall from any watch lists on the batcomputer. He whoops down using his line and lands lightly on the rooftop a few feet away from the other. His staff is in hand, but not extended. The stranger hadn’t posed a threat yet. 

               “-and then Hood showed up and I decided to high tail it out of there before he and Bats could get into it.” Tim finishes, setting his utility belt carefully onto the bed before starting to tug the top half of his costume off. 

There are empty coffee cups everywhere and a single plate with a half eaten sandwich on it. In the middle of the clutter, Tim is curled up in a chair with his laptop balanced on his knees. He hears the girl enter the hotel room, but doesn’t look up from his computer.