"Too bad. Sports are a good way to let go some of that pent up stress." Clark knew that for a fact. While he wasn't allowed to really play with any of the other kids when he was younger because of his abilities and the off chance that he might actually end up hurting someone on accident, Clark didn't much play sports with anyone else. He did, however, have a hoop that he messed around with at the farm sometimes. When there were people around who knew what he was capable of, they even shot the ball back and forth with him. It wasn't much of a challenge since when they did it things were filled with more friendly than competitive, but it was a relieving thing to have around. Even superheroes and super kid detectives or whatever Tim was deserved to have the option of letting go every once and a while.
Dribbling the ball easily, Clark dodged the swipe that Tim made for the ball and made an immediate beeline for the hoop. Running down the side, he jumped up, aimed for the corner of the square, and shot the ball into the air. It smacked the corner as intended and sank into the net with another clean swish. Clark recaptured the ball and tossed it back to Tim. "Wasn't Arkham some kind of asylum? I read about it in the paper a few times."