Conner rolled his shoulders as he made his way to the training room, with all the workout equipment only to find Batman's spawn, working out. He stood back. His eyes watched. Taking in their form.

They hadn't looked like they had a whole lot of muscle, hadn't looked very strong. But based on their workout. He was wrong. Them flexing, they had the muscle. They had the build. And the balance was incredible. Then again, like Dick, they trained with the Batman of all people.

So he stood and kept watching. Silently. Ever so slightly tilting his head.