Tim
At least for half a second he got air into his lungs. Until his eyes fell on the instruments and his chest tightened again. This wasn't going to end well, not well at all. He didn't have powers, but he was strong. He was built for agility rather than brute strength, but he was strong enough to hold his own in a fight. "Sorry for the inconvenience. " He said bitingly. Full of snark. Even in the face of unmatchable odds, it was the Robin way. It was rare that a Robin got away with the intimidation route.
"How do you know me?" He glowered. His wrists were starting to sting from the metal rubbing against them. If he had his suit things would be different. He could have escaped. He saw at least two visible exits. But they meant nothing since he couldn't get his arms and legs free. "Like I'd tell you." An actual smirk crept to his features. Even if he knew why he was there he wouldn't spill.
He didn't like a mess? Tim thrust his wrist into the table and dragged the metal cuff along the softer table metal until it screeched like nails on a chalkboard. Rule number three. Make them mad. When they get angry, they get sloppy Batman's direction playing in his head. Shifting away from him as he came closer, Tim tried to be out of reach but there was only so much wiggle room. Literally.