Who: Speedy and Robin What: a meeting...finally. When:November 22nd, evening Where: the Bradbury Building. Warnings:TBA..?? mouthy teenagers? Um..idk.
Tim didn't know what to think about L.A. It was just like Bludhaven but didn't smell as bad. And Bruce was there. A much, much younger Bruce. But still..it was somewhat comforting. He'd even impressed him on a couple of occasions already, and it made him secretly smug. Well if you knew him it probably wasn't such a secret. He kept quieter about it than others might have after impressing the Batman. He was used to it on some levels. Though impressing any level of Bruce Wayne was a feat.
Now though Robin was taking a break at the Bradbury Building where he was currently staying. He was sure if it wasn't for that Terry kid living with Bruce, he'd be up in the manor with Alfred and the others but Terry did nothing but glare at him and he wondered if Dick had gotten the same treatment. What was that kids damage anyway? Tim shook his head as he made himself more comfortable on the couch unfront of a big screen t.v. The Bradbury was pretty swanked out, they must have had help from a certain Wayne Enterprises. Tim wouldn't be surprised. In all honesty he probably could have had his own place since his name was attached to the Wayne accounts legally. But he felt awkward. So he stuck around the others. And wasn't sure which was more awkward. The fact that the Bart he knew was very dead, and Kal-El was his age? Or the fact that he was rooming with them like it was a normal thing and able to maintain a mask very well.
He was trained afterall by the best of the best. Knew how to keep his cool even in the worst of situations and make the best of things with what he had at hand. Not to say it wasn't difficult, but it wasn't impossible. Even if it had been, with the teen titans they'd done the impossible before. Tim was doing the impossible again it seemed, studying on his very own. That was his idea of a break. Headphones were in his ears as always, music blaring. Some Creed song that he tapped his pencil along to as he rested booted feet on the table infront of him in the lavish living room.
Bart and Virgil were quiet. Diana Prince was around somewhere, and Tim was by himself probably for the first time since he arrived. It was a godsend to have space all his own. He had a room, sure. But he didn't want to be trapped in it, or caged in any way.