"He doesn't love you." Tim stated. His wrists were starting to hurt from the heavy cuffs around them and the bright lights flooding his cell were starting to give him a headache. He knew Cassie was being held in the cell to his left and Bart was most likely on his right.
He glared at his double, who was standing on the other side of the reinforced glass, arms folded over his chest defensively. The double wasn't wearing the uniform Tim was - it wasn't his Robin costume. There were subtle differences between the two. The double's cape didn't fasten around his neck like Tim's; instead it was swathed around his shoulders and pinned in place with the 'R' that symbolised Robin. Also, the double's costume was mostly red and black with hardly any green at all.
"What are you going on about?" The double demanded, glaring back at Tim.
"Your Kon. He doesn't love you. You're his trophy. He managed to get you to change sides and now he's indulging you." Tim spat. "You mean less to him than I do."
"God, I didn't think I would be that green." The double jeered, breaking into a laugh.
"Do you really think he loves you? Do you think that he wouldn't toss you aside to save his own skin?" Tim demanded.
"Would yours?" The double asked. Tim opened his mouth to respond but closed it, unable to think of a retort. "I thought so."
"They're completely different people." Tim defended, finding his voice.
"Are they? Are we completely different, Tim? Fighting for we think is right?" The double asked, turning the tables.
"My Superboy wouldn't turn evil." Tim hissed.
"You don't know for sure what someone else would and wouldn't do." The double pointed out. "And if you ever get a grip and admit all those deep down feelings, you'll realise there's a lot that he will do if you ask nicely enough." He added, giving Tim a sly smile.
"Oh that's disgusting!" Tim heard Cassie shout from her cell.
"I have to agree with Wonder Girl." Tim said, glaring at his opposite. "You're pretty gross."
"Your loss. He really can live up to his title." Tim's double continued, leaning against the barrier nonchalantly. There was a tone in his voice which said a hundred words that none of them would ever want any version of Tim to say.
"Aaaand I'm gonna puke." Bart stated, his voice loud and coming from the cell next to Tim. Tim's double laughed and walked away, his cape flaring out as he turned.
"When you come to your senses," The double began, stopping halfway up the stairs he was descending and turned back around to look at Tim, "I promise you, you won't regret it."
His laughter rang in Tim's ears well after he left.