Tam: Why don’t you relax and take your jacket off?

Tim: Oh, I can’t. I have a tendency to get chilly.

Tam: *smirks* How masculine.

Tim: Plus, I’m wearing short sleeves. I don’t want to expose my tattoos.

Jason and Damian: *watching Tim, who stares as Tam walks away, then looks down, dumbfounded, at his hands holding a piece of paper with her number on it*

Tim: *stares into space* Nice.

Jason: Why don’t we give Timbo a couple of minutes to realize that he’s in the real world?

Dancing with your “fiancé” at a Wayne Enterprises gala be like…

Tam: I think your hand is supposed to be on my hip.

Tim: Right. Apparently I learned the girls’ part of this dance. Would you mind leading?

While zip-lining through Nanda Parbat to escape the League of Assassins…

Tam: You know, I’ve heard a lot about you.

Red Robin: And some of it was good?

Tam: Mostly.

Red Robin: What’s that mean?

Tam: My father called you “a catch”.

Red Robin: I love your father.

Wayne Enterprises gala…

Tam: *comes down the steps in a red sheer gown*

Tim: *eyes widen, jaw drops* 

Tim: Wow.

Tam: *shyly* So, you approve?

Damian: I think what my ape-like brother meant to say was that you look fantastic.