"How did you do that?" Tim asks in confusion, almost horrified by the fact that he saw you doing magic, and it's not that he feared magical beings, no, it's that if anyone else saw you do that, you'd end up in the dungeon.

You and Tim have known each other since you were kids, when the Robins were nothing more than pickpockets, before Prince Bruce Wayne adopted you. In all those years, Tim had gone out of his way to keep in contact with you, sneaking out of the castle to seek you out on the streets and bring you food rations. But in all that time, Tim never noticed that you were magical.