Not Normal hours was something Tim could relate too. He stayed up all night as Robin until the early morning quick sleep and change to civilian identity. Now was something different. Something even harder to deal with. Tim was only sixteen at best glance maybe younger. He often got mistaken for a kid because he was short and his face was young and boyish. On a normal day Tim would have heard Star from a mile away. But he didn't even flinch when she tried to catch his attention. No sign of recognition or acknowledgement. Not until she moved his arms did his stance change drastically in an attempt to defend himself. Automatic sharp reaction and glare. To lost in the memory he'd forgotten where he was and jerked his arms away.
When they were out of reach everything was normal again and he could breathe. "Sorry." It didn't help him that his trust was on a thin wire before. It was almost entirly shot. He looked down awkwardly at his feet and wiggled them. "Didnt think anyone else was up."