[ He has totally moved his ass like the flippy little shitbird he is. To be honest, this is not really ideal, though. I mean, he's good at dodging, he can dodge vines all fucking day with any number of embarrassing acrobatic Robin moves, but like, in general this is not really where he was looking for this conversation to go.

That's fine, though. Mostly he feels okay about this. If nothing else, focusing on jumping away from suspicious vines is way better than thinking about his feelings. It's honestly probably even better than standing around and threatening some girl, even if she may possibly be a serial killer. He guesses he will just wait for her to bleed enough to stop being so fucking difficult. That seems like the right choice here. ]