Training Rotations

[middle_amazon]

Younger Titan and older Titan having a night out on the streets of Philadelphia. It's not the dark place Gotham is, but it's not relaxed, accepting culture of San Fransisco either. Tonight, the pair are in First Hill, which is surprisingly quiet and their shift is winding down

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[deadliest_robin]

Robin crouched close by, eyes wandering behind the mask, and he's not quite expressive enough for the blink to be really obvious when he tries to process Troia's question. "Ahh... light breakfast foods, mainly. Sometimes pancakes." His answer is a little tentative, like he's not real sure where the question came from or why. Questions from Batman are rarely straightforward, and he hasn't spent enough time around Troia to know how to react to her questions.

[middle_amazon]

There's a smile as she looks through the binoculars. "Did Alfred convert you to buckwheat, too?"

[deadliest_robin]

Its hard to remember, sometimes, that more people know their 'secret identities' than previously did. He smiles, though, because, "Yes, he has. Although when I'm lucky I can convince him to make me multigrain and nut pancakes."

[middle_amazon]

The smile spreads. "I only laugh because there was this constant thing growing up where Flash would try to convert everyone to buttermilk and then Rob -" She shakes her head. "Well, you know." She tries to be respectful of Bat-clan identities. It took Dick a year to tell her his and the two of them were incredibly close from the time they met.

He's effective. A really good fighter - maybe even better than Dick at his age. Compared to the two she's worked with, Tim is harder to know. She'd call it "shy," but it's not that exactly. He has the quiet stillness of his mentor more then the sardonic Jason or the physically communicative Dick.