Tim blinked. That had been a while ago. A long while ago. Back during the first time he hadn't been Robin--which hadn't been real. "With Tim Stalker-Boy Drake?" he asked, amused.

"For me..." he eyed Kon. "It's just after the Luthor thing. You're hiding out in Smallville. My arm's fine, so don't ask." If Kon was doing better now, he didn't want him throwing himself back into his depression over something that was over.