[Tim doesn't make his spear hastily, putting some time and effort into making it nice and sharp. Then he goes over to the river and stands there for quite awhile, watching the fish swim by. He can almost hear Bruce's voice telling him this isn't about how fast you can stab the fish (unless you have super speed or some other way superhuman way of getting them), it's mostly about patience and waiting for the right moment to strike. Wait for the prey to come to you. So he stands there as still as he possibly can for a few long minutes until one fish comes right in front of him. With a quick jab, he spears it and grins triumphantly as he holds it up.]
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