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skateboard glides on concrete, headphones placed comfortably in his ears and it's like the world has stopped once the chewed bubble gum blows... pops! voice unfamiliar reverberates which has his board skid to a halt and immediately turn to this doorman of a hotel he passes by time and time again. attention is fully on him, brows furrowed in confusion, the music stopping in its entirely. " uh... " at first, he's unsure if this man was even talking to him, taking a quick glance around to see if anyone else had stopped. nope. people walk by as if these two don't even exist, which has him extremely intrigued. he wasn't due to patrol for another couple of hours, so why— it was hard to manage vigilante life separate from robin, but he hasn't made it so obvious... has he? " you must have the wrong person. " besides, being a ghostbuster wasn't a part of the job description, nor was hotel cleaning service listed. " i'm just... a student. " not a lie. " it probably just needs refurbishing. "

❝ thanks, it was your lead that got us here, so you should be giving yourself some credit too. ❞ the hand that messes up tim's hair is nothing but brotherly affection, distracted from their original goal in favor of a more important one. ❝ found an open window we can slip through when we want to infiltrate, also heard some chatter of another shipment coming in soon. so, anyways, what's on that usb drive that we're acting like you weren't smoking ? ❞

shoulders stiffen, lips pursing as eyes shift beneath the mask to turn his body away from dick. " i literally don't even know what you're talking about. " an annoyed huff. could he really not just drop it? no, tim didn't think he was stupid, but he hoped to be forgetful. a dumb idea in itself, but not as dumb as what he's about to say. " i wasn't smoking anything. c'mon, nightwing, we got other things to worry about than your delusions. "

sunglasses are plucked right from tim's face, now squinting eyes coming to spot none other than scarecrow. she grins in return at her sighting, pointer finger booping his nose in childish greeting. ❝ heya', kiddo. ❞

full height is risen back to, the lil' robin ultimately dwarfed by the woman who so vehemently claims to be his aunt. she hums contemplatively, aviator shades slipped onto his own face. lack of much nose is causing them to sag quite severely, just barely covering her button eyes. ❝ ain't'cher daddy ever tell y' not t' wear these indoors? unsavoury. ❞

except she doesn't; annoying. laptop is forgotten for the moment, the light taking some time to adjust, neck craned to look right up him. lips part, mouth open to ask ( where is he? ) but he's reminded, formulas, illustrations, and the like exposed right on the screen but he almost looks... embarrassed when he's perceived, the flash and momentary snapshots of looking his youth and eyes temporarily filled with a slight sense of wonder, fascination, and pride. " wilson says the same thing. i felt there were some things i could make improvements on, to make it mine rather than something that's given to me. " then he looks back at what he's 'fixed' and created, built upon schematics already given and installed. " a lot of it is outdated. it's suited for me, but now it makes it personal. something suitable to take down batman. "

then he scoffs, fingers gliding back over those keys for just a second before stopping, then looking right back at him. unsettling, frightening; surely something he would be terrified of if he weren't so used to her. " anyways, you don't need to keep an eye on me. jason and duke are the ones you need to watch out for. i'm not a child. "