Gently borrowing. I’m not angling to be this world’s Oracle, so don’t count on me eavesdropping if you didn’t ask me to.

[ A grappling line connects with the elevator shaft housing, and Robin swings over. He’s fairly confident that they’re not going to cut the line. When he drops down to roof, he’s a good thirty feet away when he waves, in a uniform almost like his latest Red Robin suit, but with more black and a singular R on his chest. In order to kill time when he looks over the other Red Hood. ]

Red’s on sabbatical.