Tim rolled his eyes, equal parts annoyed and relieved it wasn't Bruce home early. "Sorry, Babs!" he called back down, tugging on the other boot with one hand and typing with the other. "Tim ain't here." There, a little hair check in the dash, and yep. The Boy Wonder was IN.
"And you're talkin' to a fully-trained pilot." he added, more smug than forty hours in a simulator really warranted. Hey, how hard could it be?