"I barely convinced Bruce to let me play Tennis. " For a minute he watched Clark run with the ball. "My dad always wanted me to play football though. Used to tell him I was when.." Tim winced at the memory of his dad and all the lies and his voice trailed off. His dad was still a touchy subject, and that wasn't really the point of this little outting. He wanted to be as far away from his inner demons as possible. "Let go". In Gotham it wasn't possible, but in Lawrence maybe he caught a small break in that department. "I spent most of my time studying old cases..I went on a few dates, but none of those ever ended spectacularly. Double life thing gets hard to balance sometimes." That was his main problem, finding the balance where he could be both Tim and Robin.
He saw exactly what Clark was doing, and decided to go for the rebound as it fell sweetly through the hoop. Tim jumped up and surprisingly high and knocked the ball back in. "The asylum. It's also a prison for most of them. Not a very effective one." He admitted with a small frown. "Most of the big bads we've taken down live there now and have permanent residency in a cell. At least until the next riot."