Tim should have been more annoyed than he was really, she was a criminal. But in all honesty he was just entertained. This was exactly what the doctor ordered. He was already starting to feel a hundred and ten percent better. Robin watched her carefully. He was keeping an eye on her every movement. His own body language suggested that he was ready to move at any time for any reason. Call it paranoia, but in his line of work he couldn't be to careful. The kid was small and made for agility. Sure he wasn't near Dick Grayson's skill level, but he wasn't far away from it either.
"You sure, cause I swear I saw that look in the centerfold of last years Halloween costume magazines." Robin's motif when he stepped forward was reds and black. Very "in". He'd designed it himself, but he really wasn't there to talk fashion so he shrugged. "You don't give me trouble, I don't give you trouble." For a minute he thought about playing a game. But then he changed his mind and stared at her. "Robin." He said as a matter of factly as if she should have known. "Like..Batman and?" He offered, hoping it might have rang some bells. But if it didn't it wasn't the end of the world. Infact it was the start of his own. Flying solo.