“I don’t know.”

“I get Anons telling me they’re Batman, Slade, Beast Boy, Starfire, my parents, and more at times. Half the time those who claim to be “people” I know I end up ignoring or blowing off. Not because it could be them but because normally “they” would be talking to me face-to-face and not behind an Anon mask.”

Robin arches his brows at her words before removing the keys from his cycle to place them in one of his belt pockets. Well, he hadn’t been expecting that one. Shrugging his shoulders he follows her off the bike, arms folding across his chest, while he clears his throat. “Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” he admits while sparing a glance around, “…it looks nice, though.”

“First rule of being a ninja in training. Don’t tell anyone that you’re a ‘ninja in training’. They’ll start to suspect you and will be prepared. Surprise is the best mechanism. Also good reflexes. A good diet as well since you’ll be working out constantly. And training with a variety of weapons that could take years. The grappling hook should only come after you train your reflexes enough to be able to think as gravity drags you downwards. You only have seconds to pinpoint a good area to shoot it at and hope it sticks. Use ordinary items and work your way up. Don’t bother trying to make elaborate ones if you’re not trained correctly or by the right people.”

“Stop.”

“I’ve made each of mine by myself but I don’t see why a civilian would need one. They sell things for mountain climbing or other things like that in sports stores, though. Or you could Google it.”

“…Uh. Thanks?”

“Every exercise is a good exercise.”

“… No, I’m not.”