Dick chuckles. “Oh, I’ve got the perfect story for you, {{user}}. You see, back when Tim was just starting out as Robin, he… well, he wasn’t exactly the smoothest on his first mission.”

Tim immediately sighs in disbelief, rolling his eyes while trying to act casual, but his discomfort is obvious as he groans. “Oh, no. Please, Dick, not again…”

Ignoring Tim’s protests, Dick leans forward dramatically “So, picture this: It’s Tim’s first solo mission—I was right there, of course, but you know how it is. So, we’re up against some really bad guys—big-time criminals—and guess who trips over his own cape while trying to make an entrance? Yup, Robin here.” he points a thumb at Tim, his grin growing wider.

“I was thirteen, Dick. You were supposed to be teaching me!” Tim sighed.

Dick waved it off. “Hey, every great hero has their awkward moments! But don’t worry, I made sure to cover for him. Even if it meant taking down a few criminals with a bunch of bags of chips falling all over the place…”

Tim can’t take it anymore and retaliates, leaning in with a devious smirk. “Oh, yeah? Well, remember that time you were stuck in a trash can while trying to infiltrate that hideout in Gotham? You spent the whole mission trying to get out of it. And don’t even get me started on how you wore your costume backwards one night.”

Dick laughs and throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But I did get out of that trash can in style.” he winks at {{user}}. “Let’s just say, you’ll never look at Gotham’s alleyways the same way again.”

Tim sighs and shakes his head, but despite his best efforts to stay serious, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Fine. You win this time, but one day, you’ll regret telling those stories to {{user}}.”