Tim raised his eyebrows at the way Abbie was walking towards Dick after his story. He gave a small low whistle, but Dick wasn't focused on him. "Its not that us new guys don't like a challenge..." Dick began, leaning over the pool table, aiming once more. "But going in to any new place, you gotta glance at the situation." He looked up at her, then back down. "See if you got even the slightest chance at completing the challenge." A ball sunk in to the pocket. "And then it either makes you hated..." Another ball in. "Or its smooth sailing, and it works out for you." Dick looked up and gave a smile before aiming again. They were now tied up in the game. It was a very difficult shot, but Dick managed to get his last ball in to the pocket. He was on the 8 ball. "Corner pocket." Dick said, pointing to the left side, before taking aim.... and missing!? Dick said something under his breath and sat up, gesturing to Abbie. "Go ahead, Miss "kicked out of tournaments" advance on my mistake." Dick said with a smile.

Tim read the text that Barbara just sent, and he frowned slightly, quietly putting his phone in his pocket. "I've never seen Dick lose a game of pool before." Tim said with a smile, walking towards the table with a smile. "You got the smarts, the talent every woman wants, and the looks." Tim said, leaning on the table, watching the game. He was going to try and play this normally, lets hope he didn't sound too weird. "A natural blonde, cute brown eyes, I hope I don't sound so rude, but what are you doing with this clown? Where'd you get your looks from, mom or dad?" He asked friendly, in the most least creepiest way he could. He needed to know if the details of her dad matched Harvey's appearance (both before, or after the incident). This wasn't the best way to see if its true. He also didn't know if he would be able to know if she was lying to him or not. Would she protect her criminal dad?