“I heard he has incisors that touch his chin and spiky, protruding elbows.” Obviously, it’s a lie. Winding up people about Batman rumours is a noble art. “Maybe it would seal the deal and she’d finally accept that I’m not Red Robin.”

Okay, so he’s making like Hansel and Gretel, with some choice breadcrumbs to lead the conversation home to Gotham. Tim is feeling the fading rush of hormones from a fight-or-flight response where the trigger simply evaporated. Moving the topic away from Kon will get the adrenaline out of his system.

“This is only a vacation when I go a week without an injury or a new metahuman ability.” He got stabbed less than a week ago. This isn’t a vacation. “But I don’t think I’m in danger of burning out. I’ve been easier on myself lately.”