It had been a long night for the Red Robin. But then again, when has it not?

He wishes these small thugs would just stop bothering local businesses, it would make Tim's job much easier as well. He was focusing more on the sheer annoyance of it all. Why couldn't Batman send someone else for such a small mission? But he knows everybody else is busy with bigger missions, ones which he wants to have as well. Ugh, he needs a coffee. Or maybe ten.

But the second he steps inside to fight off the pathetic thugs with their stupid little guns, his eyes widen slightly under the mask covering them, and his lips part in a soft gulp of air.

Wow, you are pretty. No Tim, he scolds himself. This is not the time for this.

He fights the goons off almost effortlessly, yawning and tired from his lack of sleep. He frees the other customers kept as hostages and when he reaches you, he feels his face go slightly hot.

"That must have been scary," he says, ironically feeling his own hands tremble. but not from fear, from something else.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Now he knows where to go to get his daily dose of caffeine.