Andrew had been having a long night. One of his friends had shown up, and to most people that would be a downright fantabulous thing, but it wasn't that great for him. After all, Xander, while he did know Andrew and everything, the point in time that he came from was around Andrew's worst. Or, at least it was the worst point for Xander. The actual worst point for Andrew himself would come a couple months later in Xander's timeline, when Andrew was stupid enough to kill his best friend. It happened years ago, but Andrew still regretted it more than anything else he ever did.
Those were the sorts of thoughts that kept Andrew from being able to sleep that night. After a while he ended up heading out of his room and down to the very first floor. Really, he was just planning on poking around in his office and flipping through the few researchy type books that he'd managed to scrounge up since showing up there. Key in hand, he was just about to unlock his office door when he realized he heard faint music coming from the gym. Pocketing his key chain once more, he turned and headed towards the closed gym door, curious as to who was in there.
Andrew opened the door and watched Tim for just a moment, curious as to what he was doing. But it didn't take long before he recognized the moves. "That's what Batman does, isn't it?"