He may not be the world's greatest detective just yet, but even Damian could tell when he wasn't wanted. Still holding his bo staff before this excuse for a prince, Robin pressed his lips and watched Zuko with all the attention he could spare.

Of all the things he wanted right now, a fight was number one on that list. It'd been way too long since he'd been able to get rough and dirty with someone - not those zidgit excuses for monsters in the Center! - and actually think about the next move, the next counterattack. He missed that adrenaline rush.... if he struck first, then he could get that fight he so badly wanted.

Aang wouldn't approve. He staggered back the moment that thought popped into his head. Ugh, of all the times his best friend had to rub off on him, it had to be now? Robin took a breath and then slowly folded his bo staff back into his utility belt.

"Fine," He gritted through his teeth. "Let's hope there's never a next time, zift." With that, he exited exactly the way he came.... the showing off of his rocket boots? Completely unnecessary, but fitting for Robin, considering he broke off his first fight in forever.