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Ever since Tim worked out (a) worked out Batman and Robin's identity and (b) realized that she could sneak out of the house at night without anyone noticing, she has a system. She keeps a bag packed with her camera, a bottle of water, and some snacks in case she gets hungry, and she has a set of dark-colored clothes, a nice warm jacket and shoes with a lot of grip for running around Gotham. When she gets to go out depends on who's at home with her that night. Tonight is really easy, because her parents are in the city but at a big party, and usually they go right to bed when they get home without checking on her.

She's gotten really good at analyzing patrol patterns based on current crime rates and past patrol routes. Bruce Wayne is supposed to be at the party tonight, so she heads to one of the most likely places Robin is going to go to tonight.

It's colder than she expected tonight, but that's okay. Tim finds herself a snug, semi-hidden place on a fire escape and settles in with her legs pulled up to her chest for warmth. All she has to do now is wait.

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"Uh huh. It's... nice?" She didn't mean to sound so doubtful, she's just. People have been explaining to her what's going on, but it still doesn't super make sense. Plus, everyone's been telling her that her parents shouldn't leave her, but they won't say when her parents are coming back this time. If she had an idea of how long she's supposed to be here for, she could maybe appreciate it more. "A tour would be nice, thank you," she adds quickly, defaulting to extra nice manners to cover the slip up.

"It's a lot to take in, I guess?" Dick asks her gently, wondering if she'd really had a chance for it all to actually sink in yet, it was a pretty big change. He hopes the tour might serve as a welcome distraction, some quiet wandering to give her some time to think and also to help her find her way around.

"Come on, we'll start with the gym and work our way round," he motions for her to follow, heading back the way he came.

She hugs her Robin bear to her chest. "Do you train there?" That could be cool! Even if it's not Robin-training. Dick Grayson-training is really neat, too.

"Yea I do, you want me to show you a couple of moves while we're there?" he offers, happy to show off if it would make her feel better. Well, he was happy to show off regardless, he liked the attention.

"Really?" She brightens up perceptibly. Cause. That would be great! (Would he teach her some of them?? Cause that would also be amazing.)

"Yea, of course," he grins, heading back into the gym. He throws his arms out in a ta-da gesture as they step into the room.

"So here's the gym, why don't you come sit on those benches over there and I'll show you some stuff on the bars?"

"Okay!" She scurries on over and sits herself down, still practically vibrating in her seat from excitement. She may be small, but she's definitely going to be one of his more enthusiastic audiences. (There may even be clapping.)

Dick grins broadly, he loves an enthusiastic audience, and starts towards the bars. A couple of light stretches just to get him warmed back up and then he's off, leaping up to the bars and flipping around them, working his way through his favourite (and most impressive) routine.