Tim noticed that while Abbie was bending over to assort the pool balls, Dick was hesitant, but he saw her glancing down at her before looking straight up to him. When told not to overwork, both Tim and Dick smirked a bit. If she only knew that they rarely got any sleep, and tried their best to have social lives to make sure no one suspects them. Tim took a sip of the coffee, leaning on the bar. "This place definitely is something, as the time goes by, more and more is added to it. I'm pretty sure we both got lost in this place earlier cleaning out the place." Tim said with a smile, noticing that she was no longer looking at him, but at Dick.

Dick took the cue ball, giving a smile at her comment. "And you're somewhat possibly maybe playing against a pool god." He took aim, and fired, leaving a satisfying CRACK, sending the balls all over the table. He managed to sink one in, giving a grin and doing a subtle yet goofy victory dance as he did. "You're solids, I got stripes." He said, walking over to the cue ball again, bending down, and taking aim. 

Tim watched the two from the bar, the way Abbie was moving, and trying not to look at Dick but doing so, she obviously was fighting some sort of feelings. It was hard to tell what Dick was thinking. He was trained by Bruce to have a poker face, but he was enjoying himself. As much as he liked this scene, he still had the message from Barbara in the back of his mind. "That may be true with annoying people, but sometimes just being yourself can do the trick. You get real tired of the "rich" getup real quick. Probably the reason why Bruce rarely had guests." Tim said. 

"I heard about your party you threw last night, Abbie. Also heard about the Penguin and Nightwing fight shortly after. Crazy situation. No one was still there, right?" Tim asked concerned like anyone would if they heard the news about these two specific men going at it.

Dick missed his shot, and gave Tim a look before standing, and walking past Abbie. "Your time to shine, 'Champ'." He said teasingly to her, walking over to the bar to take a sip of his own coffee. His eyes then went to Abbie setting up for her shot. If needed, Dick could use the excuse of being so busy this morning that he didn't hear about the Penguin incident. Tim looked at Dick, seeing what he was looking at, and then smirked at him.

They both looked at each other, and then Dick coughed a bit and moved back to the pool table casually, hoping Tim wasn't going too far with his imagination