Robin's first reaction is to turn and take down Conner, being touched at any time after he has gone into his training mode means immediate action, but thankfully the manner in which Conner pulled them apart gave Robin enough time to react to the redirection of his anger. No, it isn't Conner's fault, and the rage coursing through his is unprofessional. Bruce would be so disappointed. The thought calms Robin down, what with Bruce now in route. He doesn't just have his team anymore.

Even so, Robin can't help the way he glares at Wally, what with all the unadulterated rage moving through him, all directed at his best friend teammate. Can he even call Wally his teammate right now? Do teammates act like this towards each other? He takes a moment to catch his breath, though, feeling the bruises and what is most likely a black eye and busted lip start to set in, but he doesn't even care.

No, Robin won't stop staring, because if he calms down too much, everything else will set in. Like how this whole fight really is his fault, because he's an inadequate leader, so much that Wally...and then that comment, or almost comment, or whatever it is you want to call it. A flash of Wally's face when he said it, what he meant, the sinking feeling in Robin's chest isn't just from the fight. Not after that.

He jerks himself from Conner's hold and straightens his jacket, swallowing the blood that has already started to form where one of his teeth cut through his lip. "It doesn't matter anymore." he says cooly, straightening his glasses last and looking from Conner to Wally with an extremely pointed look. He has to keep up the image. "Go pick up Megan, Artemis and I will meet up with you in Ecruteak when you get back." And with that he turns and walks off, holding composure, holding the image. That's what Batman taught him, that's how Batman acts, and that's how he will too.