Tim and Kon could both stand to benefit from a few acting classes. I mean, Tim with his "I don't believe it!" and "I'm speechless!", and Kon with his muscleman poses and "Greetings, citizens." Naturalism is not much in evidence here. I think we can all be grateful that Kon didn't choose to flex his Shakespearian muscles:
Kon: What ho, good citizens! Of what assistance can I be to thee?
Darla: Wait, THAT'S not Robin! You tricked me!
Tim: No no, he is! He's just, uh, been under a lot of, uh, stress lately, that's all.
Darla: Stress that makes him talk like Bertie Wooster gone literary?
Kon: Hey! Um... I mean... Forsooth!
Tim: Well, er, you know, everyone deals with stress in, um, their own way, and... stuff...
Kon: I art not stressed! I am Robin, protector of all good-hearted folk!
Darla: Tim, you have five seconds to convince me before I blast you into bloody gobbets.
Kon: Gadzooks! Who be this hellbeast, o strapping villein, and why hast thou summoned she? Uh, her... no, she.
Tim (under his breath): Kon, so help me, I'm gonna invest in a pair of Kryptonite brass knuckles if we get out of this, you see if i don't.