The body language Tim gives off suits Oswald just fine as he looks really rather pleased by how displeased the younger man looks.
At least that's the case until Tim starts to introduce himself, then the confusion returns to Oswald's face as he blinks a few times, squints as he frowns and leans forward, then straightens up again to slowly rub his temple with his fore and middle finger.
"Mm. Yes. Of course. Parallel universes. How very foolish of me."
That is one of the lingering points that has Oswald still half-convinced this is all some kind of fever dream, but the assessment of this other version of him, an older version of himself, makes Oswald smile as he takes a slow step closer to Tim, into that personal bubble he's maintaining.
"I would have imagined that any version of myself would have the skills and resources to enable him to balance both enterprises with equal efficiency. If that is what they have opted to do in your world."
He bites his lower lip for a brief moment, faux coy but intrigued.
"Hmm... Mr. Tim Drake-Wayne. Of the great Wayne empire, I assume. If you know an older version of myself, I have to assume you know a version of Bruce Wayne, who must be aaaaall grown up by now. Your father, is he? Grandfather, maybe?"
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At least that's the case until Tim starts to introduce himself, then the confusion returns to Oswald's face as he blinks a few times, squints as he frowns and leans forward, then straightens up again to slowly rub his temple with his fore and middle finger.
"Mm. Yes. Of course. Parallel universes. How very foolish of me."
That is one of the lingering points that has Oswald still half-convinced this is all some kind of fever dream, but the assessment of this other version of him, an older version of himself, makes Oswald smile as he takes a slow step closer to Tim, into that personal bubble he's maintaining.
"I would have imagined that any version of myself would have the skills and resources to enable him to balance both enterprises with equal efficiency. If that is what they have opted to do in your world."
He bites his lower lip for a brief moment, faux coy but intrigued.
"Hmm... Mr. Tim Drake-Wayne. Of the great Wayne empire, I assume. If you know an older version of myself, I have to assume you know a version of Bruce Wayne, who must be aaaaall grown up by now. Your father, is he? Grandfather, maybe?"