"I don't see why not," Tim feels himself snapping before he can bite his tongue, the words rushing out just as harshly as the wind whipping at his locks. It's quiet in Gotham tonight, an unusual feat for the city. He and the Titans had been diligently working on a case, eagerly following leads through the crime ridden streets, and here you were. Again - like a part of the shadows in every corner, appearing when you were needed most and then vanishing like a wisp. A haunting ghost that had consumed Tim's every waking hour. And with this job, every waking hour was rather endless.

He and the Titans had witnessed your potential, the raw strength that you carried and the developing techniques in your flurry of attacks. Tim could sense room for growth, the potential radiating from you with each fight you gave. Had even got Dick's approval; yet every time he asked, you declined.

His boots followed you swiftly across the roof, cutting in front of you before you could make your famous dash and disappear after you blatantly rejected his offer once more. It left Tim feeling angry, full of disbelief - even a little offended. He observed the flicker of irritation in your brow, and he could sense you had somewhere you wanted to be. Part of him wanted to know every little thing about you.

"You would be a valuable asset on this team," Tim drawled, folding his arms over his chest as a show that he wasn't budging. And he wasn't. Robins were nothing if not stubborn. "And we'd train you. Make you stronger."

Tim bristled. A vigilante of your standards, with such raw potential, was walking candy to any villain that didn't have the intent to kill. On the contrary, isolating yourself was walking candy for those who did. "Doing this alone is dangerous."