[ The smallest tells can sometimes give them away, and Tim thinks he’d recognize the filler sounds of his family in his sleep. Those little vocal tics of annoyance that Bruce and Damian have, in particular.
Tim’s head ticks back slightly, and he really looks at the man, eyes lingering on the long hair and jaw. No, it can’t possibly be -
His hand drops down to his side, empty, and Tim hesitates on the joke. ]
Growth spurt?
[ If he’s wrong, then it doesn’t make sense. If he’s right, it’s better than arguing about who can kick whose ass. ]
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Tim’s head ticks back slightly, and he really looks at the man, eyes lingering on the long hair and jaw. No, it can’t possibly be -
His hand drops down to his side, empty, and Tim hesitates on the joke. ]
Growth spurt?
[ If he’s wrong, then it doesn’t make sense. If he’s right, it’s better than arguing about who can kick whose ass. ]