[ it's hard to imagine that he'll "get over it" when robin is such a personal thing to him, but then he doesn't know what circumstances led to a successor(?) or what mantel he supposedly wears in this here and now. he'll just have to take this robin's word for it and get the checks over with so he can get some real answers asap.
although everything remains familiar enough, from gotham itself to the cave's security measures letting him pass without fuss, he can't help being wary. the sense of Batparanoia™ that bruce has instilled in him dictates inherent suspicion and caution. it's helped along by the sight of another robin in the batcomputer chair and how wrong that feels.
not that he lets any of it show.
he keeps his body language seemingly relaxed and inoffensive as he makes his approach. as much as he wants to glance around the cave and note the differences there, his gaze remains firmly on the other robin, studying him and the changes in the outfit in the time he's granted to do so before he's suddenly offered a hand. which is— interesting. ]
I'd say the one and only, but that's obviously wrong.
[ he replies easily, tone light and grin slightly sheepish, and talking buys him a few seconds to consider. the hand feels like it could be a test and it's not a welcome one when he already feels at a disadvantage what with the other robin knowing his name and dick having no idea who this kid is. he takes it anyway in the spirit of cooperation and friendliness, pressing on as he does. ]
Is Bruce out with the League?
[ it's a simple question posed very casually, but it's one that could give him a wealth of information if answered. ]
no subject
although everything remains familiar enough, from gotham itself to the cave's security measures letting him pass without fuss, he can't help being wary. the sense of Batparanoia™ that bruce has instilled in him dictates inherent suspicion and caution. it's helped along by the sight of another robin in the batcomputer chair and how wrong that feels.
not that he lets any of it show.
he keeps his body language seemingly relaxed and inoffensive as he makes his approach. as much as he wants to glance around the cave and note the differences there, his gaze remains firmly on the other robin, studying him and the changes in the outfit in the time he's granted to do so before he's suddenly offered a hand. which is— interesting. ]
I'd say the one and only, but that's obviously wrong.
[ he replies easily, tone light and grin slightly sheepish, and talking buys him a few seconds to consider. the hand feels like it could be a test and it's not a welcome one when he already feels at a disadvantage what with the other robin knowing his name and dick having no idea who this kid is. he takes it anyway in the spirit of cooperation and friendliness, pressing on as he does. ]
Is Bruce out with the League?
[ it's a simple question posed very casually, but it's one that could give him a wealth of information if answered. ]