Dick made sure not to take her in to rooms where Tim and him didn't clear out, or had any questionable items in it (Manors always had weird things in them, but but he didn't feel like explaining why Bruce Wayne had a jar of mystery liquid in it and a tomb stone of "Solomon Grudy's" Tomb Stone. As they entered the billiard room, Dick smiled lightly as she ran over to the pool table, he leaned on the bar, watching her as she admired the thing. He would play against Bruce as a kid. He surprisingly beat Bruce a few times, but even to this day he didn't know if he let him or not. He walked over to the table, putting his hand on it, and when asked if he wanted to play, he gave a grin and grabbed a pool sick from the wall. "Before I accept your offer, I must warn you that you are not challenging an average joe pool player. I've been banned at bars all over the world with my skills. And yeah, this is supposed to be intimidating and not a giant bluff." Dick said, handing her a stick. It was quick to figure out that Dick was competitive, and some might say cocky, and had a certain charm to him that villains hated. 

Meanwhile Tim was down below in the Batcave, typing away, quickly glancing at text as it appeared on the screen. Not only was he doing a sweep for Cobblepot, and researching about this whole Harvey Dent thing, he was also investigating what happened that night when Bruce left. Freeze managed to escape, or at least the GCPD couldn't find him anywhere. He got the text from Barbara, glancing at it. A 50-50 chance eh? 

[i]Not good odds. I'll let him know.[/i] Tim replied, turning the screens off before going upstairs back in to the manor. Tim was searching for a bit through all the rooms until he ran in to Alfred to find out that Dick had a "Lovely guest" over. Dick wasn't talking to Barbara earlier. It was this mystery guest. He opened the door to the pool room. "Dick, I got some information about D--" He saw just who his guest was. Dick was playing a game of pool with the woman that could possibly be his personal arch enemy. "D... Da moving truck..." He tried to pass the "Da" off as a "The". "It won't be able to make it today... Who's this?" Tim asked, trying to change the subject.

Dick didn't want this to happen. The last thing he needed was Tim Drake thinking the wrong ideas. "Tim, this is Abigail Dent." But he already knew that. "Abbie, this is Tim Drake. He's a good friend of mine, and Bruce's." Dick said, Tim walked over and shook his head. "We're practically brothers." He said to Abbie, referencing about him and Dick. "Nice to meet you, Abbie." He read that she went by that name on the database. He hoped it wasn't too weird for him to assume her nick name. Dick nodded towards the bar, aiming for a shot on the pool table. "Abbie brought us some coffee, and I wanted to show her the house." He said casually, but Tim raised an eyebrow, glancing at him as if asking if he liked her. Dick gave a subtle head shake to say not now. Tim smiled. 

"Thanks for the coffee, we needed it." Tim said, taking the cup. "You're the first guest in a while to visit the infamous Wayne Manor. What do you think of it?" He asked, eyeing Abigail. He was trying to determine if she had anything to define her as "evil." A menacing glare when Dick wasn't looking, taking out a silver dollar and flipping it, very slyly trying to steal some item around... But all he could see was that she kept glancing at Dick with no evil intent, but one that could be defined as attraction... Oh, she liked the new mystery man that came back to Gotham. He had a feeling Dick liked her too... Hopefully the odds of her being Two-Face's daughter was actually 49-51.