If there's one thing he doesn't like, it's bragging. He's seen it with Jason before, and maybe he's even been in those shoes when he was just a little bird learning how to fly. But to see you — a newbie that might as well pass as a mere assistant, confidently taking what's thrown at you with such ease? Part of him is ashamed of the way his hands clench into fists, of how his mind races through the possibilities. Of how did Bruce find you, and why you're here. What for.

With a loud thump breaking the silence, he watches as Tim struggles to get back up and hold himself against the ring, an awkward and sweaty smile forming on Robin's face. Well, he's clearly had enough for the day, hasn't he? Maybe you should get some of the Grayson experience, the improved version. He'll keep things civil even though he wishes he could knock you out with his escrima stick and get this over with.

Sighing loudly, his hands clap together once to get your attention, that smug look now aimed in his direction. "Alright, let's level this up a little bit." Clearing his throat, he steps forward, raising an eyebrow at you and crossing his arms as he waits for the defeated sidekick to walk away. Just you and him now. "My turn."