hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello [largely open]

[thegoshdarn]

Santa Claus' workshop is simultaneously incredibly surprising and not surprising in the slightest. It's certainly a new experience, but its design and decoration make it essentially exactly what she'd imagine if she was asked to imagine what it would look like. Admittedly, she hasn't really believed in its existence since - did she ever believe in its existence? Hmm.

At least the red in her suit sort of fits in with the general color theme. The vocal distorter's off but the mask is still on, so she's really just what you'd expect from your third Robin up until she starts talking.

Which, to be fair, she's not doing a whole lot of compared to glancing around with interest while she waits for Cassie to find her brother and Kon and whoever else she deems appropriate.

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[matchmadeinhell]

"Oh man, lemme do the math."

This was never, ever easy.

"Chronologically..." He held up six fingers, almost like a child showing off they were 'this many.' Then seven. Then six. Then, eight? "Okay, wait, so I turned 'eighteen,' quote unquote, right before the second crisis, and then it was a year and a half that I was in-"

Wait, he almost slipped, best not tell Tim about that yet, even if she wasn't his Tim.

"A year and a half after I came back. And now it's maybe been a year or less that I've been here? We haven't been keeping track - we don't age anyway and we're probably going to be able to go back to the time we left. Minus one, plus the time in hypertime, plus six months with the Legion. So, chronologically seven or so, physical age of twenty ('cause of the year I was stuck at sixteen), relative mental age of twenty-one or twenty-two, give or take some time in various dimensions and in the future."

[thegoshdarn]

She's willing to let whatever it is he just omitted slide for the moment, if only because this information is confusing enough as-is. Tim just shakes her head and sighs, a tiny smile playing at her mouth. "You know, sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had friends I could ask how old they are and receive three different, equally valid answers."

Much less interesting, probably.