ooc: I'm sorry for my delay! I was at a convention all weekend. I'm back now and my plurk is dangerouspasttime if you need to ask me anything.

{Tim's eyes close briefly when Dick's hand lands on his shoulder and while he doesn't relax entirely, his shoulders lose a little bit of their tightly wound stress. He forces himself to look up, into Dick's face.}

I've been better, but if this isn't a drug induced dream, or a plot to ruin our minds and suck our life's energy, things are looking up.

{He's trying to make a joke. His sense of humor is a little lacking through. He's never been the funniest Robin. He takes a deep breath and braces himself for the answer to the questions he has to ask.}

What was going on when you were brought here? You look....younger.