[ John blinks, head tilting back, a mixture of dubiousness and confusion written all over it. The question feels strange, although it sounds pretty straightforward.

He hesitates, his answer coming slow as if he's expecting to be pranked. ]

I've heard of a Robin... [ Which sounds a bit misleading, doesn't it? He looks at Tim, gestures vaguely at himself. ] —Well, I'm a Robin, but I don't—

[ He shifts in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable in a way he hadn't been before. ]

What? I— You— What's that gotta do with any of this?