Tim looked over at Clark and frowned thoughtfully as he actually considered what he said. "I've been over it and over it in my head Clark. I didn't come back because anybody made me. I came back because it's who I am. Robin. I make a difference every night, save lives. That's what it's all about. Taking memories and using them for justice, never vengeance. " Ruin others granted, but he liked to think he helped more than hurt. "I quit because I was told to. My dad found out and it was bad." He looked away, there was much more to that story that Tim was avoiding. Part of him felt guilty about it. More than part, it was obvious he hadn't done the Robin thing with the intention of upsetting his parents. It wasn't about them. It was something he was good at. Really good at.
But then there was Clark reaching out for the basketball in his hands and he grinned spinning away and around him, dribbling and throwing it behind him through the hoop. "Maybe. But it isn't like they're honestly going to listen to a couple vigilante's requesting more prison space. Gotham doesn't work like that, it's not exactly paradise, Clark. It's a rough town. The people in Arkham aren't exactly model citizens. Barely even people anymore at that point." Tim added as he ran after the ball that bounced to the ground just outside the court. He spun it on his finger and gave a smug grin. "Maybe you've got something with this basketball thing. I think I could like this game."