Tim's eyes flash, and he narrows them at Terry. "I'm a very good Robin," he snaps, his face set and determined. "Now why don't you do your job, Batman, and take. Me. Down."

Shaking a little with the effort of controlling his own damn body long enough to not move, he lets the hit connect.

And it hurts. A lot.

He grunts in pain and staggers backwards, the injured arm shrieking in agony. "Don't do that again," he growls.

I told you--you're going to lose.