Tim grinned. He couldn't help it. He didn't usually get compliments from Bruce or Batman so it felt good. It wasn't that Bats didn't think he was good or capable but Tim was prone to getting an ego at his age if too many were thrown out, at least thats what Alfreds thoughts were. He had so many things on his mind so this was exactly what the doctor ordered. A single thing to focus his thoughts. Calm all his pent up anger. Tim was struggling lately to keep it all in balance, seeing Clark was helping. Clark was somebody he knew in his world. It helped more than he would ever know. "Im a quick study." He raised an eyebrow at Clarks idea of pressure and stood there for a minute even as he advanced, not sure where to go only seeing a body infront of him.
He couldn't even see around Clark, and it was a little frustrating. So he decided to get creative. They weren't following special rules and all he had to do was get past him. A tiny smirk crept into his features as he dribbled the ball. "I can handle pressure." He faked right with the ball and rolled left. Right under his arm. Sometimes being small had it's advantages. "Can you handle me with pressure?" he asked teasingly as he untucked from his sommersault and launched the ball into the hoop. He had a very smug grin on his face. Just because they weren't using powers(or at least Clark said he'd try) didn't mean they couldn't make it interesting right?
Tim was nimble and practically made for acrobatics. He wasn't as good as Dick yet, but he was obviously put through training. He was picking things up with incredible speed. When the ball went through the hoop the second time he trotted toward it and tossed it back to Clark.