"Ah... I see..." Robin said. He wasn't too certain, but this wine. Apparently, the ancient Asian could hold his liquor. The wine was undoubtedly of the rice variety, and very high proof. Through, of course it hadn't been measured, but still. Robin had somehow ended up sipping some of the sweet sickness himself. He was quite buzzed. Of course, this was not the place to be buzzed. He was surrounded by older, more experienced martial artists, many of whom wanted him dead. Dead dead dead. He took another sip.

Ok. Another gulp. This was good wine, after all.

"My dear boy" The master apparently hiccupped. Robin wasn't sure, "You shouldn't consume so heavily. You must be ready to watch when Remo faces one of your comrades. Who knows. Your master might even select you, if he really wants to humiliate Chiun. He does need it, of course. Cocky and arrogant." he said, wisely sipping the wine. Robin wasn't sure, but the master had gone from drunk to sober, instantly.

"So... nah...Dic-" The boy stopped himself "Nightwing'll take him. Tim was quite sure his 'older brother' would be the one selected to face Remo, if Batman himself didn't want to. He had been thinking it over, absentmindedly in the back of his head, while also going through the identifying steps to read styles. It was quite easy to spot the influences, he noted. Anyway, Batman would most likely have one of them take on Remo. He thought for a while. Hm. Nightwing, yes. Most likely. Someone who had been around just long enough for that to happen. Who else ? Tim didn't doubt his prowess, not against civilians, or even other 'established' Martial Artist. He'd gone through that problem well enough during the contamination fiasco, even while recovering from the clench. Still, this was a government assassin who had managed to take down everyone but Batman, so far. While, there was indication of another person, Nuihc, according to the files.

"Through it would be most wise for your sensei to face your companion, as it is the most likely, he may not do so, in order to spare the boy's ego. That leaves three. Your sensei isn't going to show his face if he doesn't need to. He also won't show his fist. This leaves you, and Jean-Paul. Jean-Paul, however, has already been injured by a torn ligament against this very Remo already in this early tournament." The old Asian said, simply enough. He finished the sentence with a small sip of the wine.

"No. Dick will face him." Tim said, more to re-assure himself than to get in an argument with the master.

"Who?" Nightwing asked.

"Ah, young man. Have you come to share the joy and revelry, and partake of the last wine from free Canton, or come all this journey to the top simply to tell your younger man it is time for bed?" Nightwing listened with consideration. Than he made the warrior's bow, and carefully took the cup from Robin's hand. Than he yanked Tim's arm and through him into the tent's doorway.

"I have had enough of the sweet liquid for both of us, good sir. For both of us, and for the Family, for the lifetimes from the birth of our ancestors to the deaths of those who follow us" Grayson said, before dragging Robin the hell out of there.

"Babs?" Dick said to himself. Sort of.

"Yeah, short pants?"

"What do we do for a 15 year old who has to face the country's deadliest non-commission assassin in the morning with a hangover?" The small sound of static came from Nightwing's ear-piece.

"Which country, boy-wonder?" Oracle finally managed to respond.

"Ours"

"Convince Batman to have Cassie do it"

"Been trying. Ever since the messenger arrived in our tent. Bruce just said 'Tim'"

"I'm not supposed to know his secret identity"

"Your also not supposed to use the security footage from Titan's tower of the male showers, but that doesn't stop you."

Thankfully, Static can't blush. "That was Canary's request. She wanted to make sure that Roy would be safe, so I gave her a feed whenever he's there, which is most of the time."

"I...Sure, uh-huh .. I... Anyway... What do we do. Jean-Paul is out. We've been working on the guy's style from the tape of it, through. Cassie would be bringing out the big guns too early. Batman, as acting head of the clan, according to the tourny rules, can't do it. I've been trying to, but you know how Bruce can be."

"Diamatap" Canary's voice cut in.

"Say wha?" Static can't blush, but it can convey large amounts of confusion, through multiple satellite bounces and across three continents.

"I needed Ice Cream and was listening in. And you don't use enough shampoo, boy-wonder"

Ok, so static can blush. Just not when its coming from Oracle. "on with it" Nightwing muttered.

"Anyway. Back when Ollie would sauce himself, and need to do something in the morning, he would drink a bottle of Daimatap. It would replenish the fluids in his system, to counter-act the hangover. Also, just drink lots of water, and have Cassie give the kid a backrub. Canary out"

"Ok. Thats nice. Thats a good plan. Now where do I find a bottle of Daimatap in AFRICA!?!" Nightwing asked. He had subconsciously wondered back towards the Tent, complete with Goofy looking bat symbol sown into the fabric of the doorway. Tim had been protesting the entire time, but stopped once his cape was released. He promptly went about the business of cleaning the red soil off of his... red leotard...Tim sighed.

"The red medical chest, 4th section, second tray" Batman said, not looking up from the laptop he was currently viewing the earlier fight with. Almost as an after thought, the caped crusader added. "It works wonders on hangovers, and every time someone new shows up, the master likes to get them to waists his precious free Canton wine."

"And where was this stuff 12 years ago?" Dick couldn't help but wonder, as he took the bottle from said red-chest and gave it to Tim, who morosely started to drink it.