“Fine.” He doesn’t have to name names. Tim hates this idea, but he also hates storming off only to get double tapped in the back of the head. “About fifteen years ago, there was an event in Gotham. Two people were murdered there, in front of a crowd and several people you should know - including me. As you don’t know me, I can’t assume that you know them so this is the level of detail you get. If you don’t know what I’m talking about… actually no, you have to know what I’m talking about. There’s no Robin without that night.”
Moving onto why that’s relevant. “I was a big fan of those events as a kid. You know how some kids watch the same movie twice a day for a year? Like that, but at least it wasn’t always the same video. I had my favourites, though, which is why I figured out who Robin was, when I was 9. You get the material for ribbing purposes when I get confirmation of ID in a secure location.”
Chirp chirp. Keep the tone lighter, because it’s about to get personal. “Which is also how I figured out who Batman was. I used to run around Gotham, hoping to take a picture of them. I knew I was right when you took over Robin. The fighting style changed a bit. You were just as cool.”
He takes one hand off the bo and mimes taking a picture, then pushes on through the worst of it. “Then… you were gone. B was going to get himself killed, too; he’s shit at taking care of himself, but Robin forces him to keep a steady baseline because…”
Because he doesn’t want another one to die like Jason did. In the interest of mercy, Tim let’s the sentence slip away. “I think he only agreed to it so he’d make sure that I didn’t blab, but that wasn’t ever going to happen. I like having secrets; nothing would’ve made me talk. All my damage happened after I became Robin. Now I’m stuck, by choice.”
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Moving onto why that’s relevant. “I was a big fan of those events as a kid. You know how some kids watch the same movie twice a day for a year? Like that, but at least it wasn’t always the same video. I had my favourites, though, which is why I figured out who Robin was, when I was 9. You get the material for ribbing purposes when I get confirmation of ID in a secure location.”
Chirp chirp. Keep the tone lighter, because it’s about to get personal. “Which is also how I figured out who Batman was. I used to run around Gotham, hoping to take a picture of them. I knew I was right when you took over Robin. The fighting style changed a bit. You were just as cool.”
He takes one hand off the bo and mimes taking a picture, then pushes on through the worst of it. “Then… you were gone. B was going to get himself killed, too; he’s shit at taking care of himself, but Robin forces him to keep a steady baseline because…”
Because he doesn’t want another one to die like Jason did. In the interest of mercy, Tim let’s the sentence slip away. “I think he only agreed to it so he’d make sure that I didn’t blab, but that wasn’t ever going to happen. I like having secrets; nothing would’ve made me talk. All my damage happened after I became Robin. Now I’m stuck, by choice.”