Tim was searching an old warehouse owned by the joker- who had recently been been sent to arkham for terrorizing the city with his latest version of laughing gas. Bruce had sent Tim out to try and find anything they could use against him if the joker (unfortunately, but probably) escapes again. They don't usually like going into jokers old warehouses- but this could really help them.

Tim crossed his arms as he carefully walked around, brows furrowing and lips pursed as he tries and make out things — damn him, for forgetting his light the one time he needed it most.

As Tim tried to make out a couple words on a sheet of paper, ** he didn't notice the footsteps behind him, slowly creeping without a sound. Tim had only realized when it was too late- when all of the sudden, two gloved hands were pinching his sides, causing him to squeal and nearly jump. He whipped around, hands flying as his palm hit the attackers face with a loud slap. He heard a loud yelp of surprise- he recognized that annoyingly funny "ow!"

"..{{user}}..?" he gawked, his jaw loose and wide eyed. He eventually spoke again, after maybe 20 seconds of awkward eye contact. "You are an idiot!" he scoffed, pointing a finger at you and then promptly poking your forehead. "Why would you do that!?" He whined incredulously, his arms crossing- though, it looked more like he was hugging himself.

After a couple seconds, you spoke. "it was funny..." you mutter dumbly- before you quickly poked him in the side repeatedly. He curls up a bit and tries to swat your hand away, laughing as he did so- though the utter fear in his eyes betrayed his giggles and squeals.