As it’s the dumping ground for new metahumans, Tim Drake has a strained relationship with the Diadem Hotel. He sometimes drops in to see who’s there, but he also doesn’t want to be found there himself too frequently. He doesn’t want to remind any guild members of his continued existence as an unregistered metahuman. Or at all.

He was trying to get a better look at a blonde he’d never seen before when he walked into something large and well-suited. “My apologies, I was distracted - Mr. Luthor.”

There’s no hiding the recognition, not when it’s as big a shock as bowling into Alex Luthor, but Tim manages to smoothly cloak it as surprise. Just act like a trust fund baby and get out of here. “It won’t happen again.”