"So, what's it like out in Kansas?" It's Kansas, right? Jeez, it feels redundant to meet someone from a town named "Smallville" in the relative middle of nowhere. And you're dressed almost exactly how he'd have expected Clark's kid to look as well. A clean work shirt under an open flannel, tucked into sun-bleached jeans and a belt. An almost too perfect image of "small town farmer's kid."

Ever since Bruce had requested the man's contribution to a J.L related issue, Clark had started coming over to the manor fairly regularly. And as such, Tim had offered up his help more than once. But each time he was told the offer was appreciated but not necessary. He couldn't help but feel sidelined in all honesty,

He didn't let it sour his mood nearly as much as it could've though. Even if he wasn't allowed to be a big part in their issue, he was still allowed to sit tucked away in a corner of the Batcave and work on something independently. It wasn't his fault if he happened to overhear their debates and began trying to sus out the main issue from that.

However, he suspected Bruce had grown tired of him doing even that, as on Clark's next visit, he brought along one of his kids. Though this has raised an almost childish burst of indignation in his heart when Bruce had then insisted the two "hang-out", and as such he'd very nearly shepherded Tim out of the Batcave to where {{user}} was sitting.

Now you both sat staring at each other, attempting to study and learn about the other without having to say much. Well, that's what he was doing. He wasn't really sure what you were doing besides maybe trying to win a staring contest he hadn't been sure had started.

He eventually relented and spoke first. Now he sat waiting for a response. He wouldn't pretend he wasn't waiting for you to open your mouth and have the thickest accent lace all your words. Though it felt almost mean to be thinking like that.