{Tim follows the order, loitering outside the entrance, habitually in a shadow until the bike appears. He's more than a little roughed up, obviously limping and bandaged, having just barely escaped the hospital by demonstrating the usual Bat-bred tolerance to pain. He'd kept everything as clean as he could in his cell with his utility belt's first aid kit, but there's still tell tale signs of redness around the small cuts on his face indicating his need for the prescription against infection.}
Dick.
{He's quieter than in the audio post, and he's wondering if he's sicker than he thought, or drugged. Dick looks young, a little physically, sure, but everything about his face was a throwback to a different time. He looked like he used to before Bruce disappeared.}
How are you?
{The politeness is ingrained habit. Timothy Drake-Wayne stepping up to cover Tim's confusion.}
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Dick.
{He's quieter than in the audio post, and he's wondering if he's sicker than he thought, or drugged. Dick looks young, a little physically, sure, but everything about his face was a throwback to a different time. He looked like he used to before Bruce disappeared.}
How are you?
{The politeness is ingrained habit. Timothy Drake-Wayne stepping up to cover Tim's confusion.}