3171/Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather
Date of Scene:	17 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Robin and Vorpal hash out plans for the future- and they have either a terrible or the best idea ever.
Cast of Characters:	87, Robin (Wayne)

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Vorpal (87) has posed:
After making his exit from the Titans, Vorpal has been very good at not being anywhere he is expected to be. The only predictable move Tommy Hunter has made is showing up for his classes and tests at the university, but he usually vanishes via Rabbit Hole without setting foot outside of the building.

His apartment hasn't been slept in for weeks, although the rent is paid- he has been spending time in his parents' vacation cabin in Maine, thans to his ability to travel.

As for patrols? He has left Metropolis and New York to the care of the Titans and the other heroes. He has been where he was least expected- Gotham.

It was April's tip that alerted him to the possibility of some of that 'special tech' changing hands somewhere in this district. From the word on the street, which is rather remarkably easy to gather when you can become invisible, some sort of shipment was coming in, disguised as a shipment for one of the local museums. Something about modern art sculpture being indistinguishable from the lunacy of alien technology.

From his limited exposure to the medium, Vorpal had to admit they had a point.

He squats at the edge of a building, his power of illusion making his fur black as soot, combining with the black of his uniform to make him blend in with the shadows. It's probably going to be a waiting game.

He's glad he brought a sandwich.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian himself had not spent most of his time at the Tower, in fact, he only visited the tower to gather up some things.

  Robin had been attempting to keep tabs on Vorpal during his time away, but there were things to be done in Gotham.


  Robin had been watching Vorpal's movements in Gotham as much as possible. Without making much of a sound, the Boy Wonder approaches the Cat, crouching down behind Vorpal. "Getting into a good position, you would be able to sit here for hours, not needing to move at all."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
There is a brief scramble, and Vorpal almost goes over the edge. There is no way to disguise the fact that Damian startled him, nor the yelp he gave when that voice sounded right behind him.

All he could do was turn around and give Robin a glare. The glare was even more intense due to the fact that Vorpal's sandwich -tuna salad, even- had gone over the eddge, a casualty of Robin's stealth war.

Some cursing could be heard from the street as the sandwich landed on someone. Vorpal wisely removes himself from the edge and onto the rooftop proper, out of sight from the street.

"Robin- what the effing hell?" he asks, clearly angry.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks a bit unamused at the Cat's reaction. This must be how his father feels. "Effing? Really? You really trying hard not to say 'fuck' aren't you?"

  Robin looks a bit pensive with what he is about to say, the irisless eyes of his mask betray him in front of his friend. "You're not the only one who's thought about leaving. The Titans...don't feel right for me anymore."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Geez, watch it or your father's going to wash your mouth with soap." the cat chides, crossing his arms.

Then he frowns at Robin's admission. "Yeah? Well... mine's complicated. I wasn't exactly honest as to all of the reasons why I left. Only //mostly// honest."

He turns around and begins to pace the rooftop, "I asume Kori wasn't pleased?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian sighs at what Vorpal mentions about Batman. He knows that his badge has a camera that records what Robin does on patrol solo. Detaching the badge, Damian stares at the pinhole camera. "Father...Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker...tits. That is all." Replacing the multipurpose badge, Robin looks to Vorpal. "Say hello to him."

  An eyebrow raises with the thought of Kori not being pleased with Robin's concerning departure. "She doesn't know. Nor anyone else for that matter." Robin slowly walks up next to Vorpal, placing a hand on his friend's back, although awkward as it seems and feels, Damian quickly reels back, almost scowling at himself.

  "I gathered that much, and by the way. A Caesar cypher is as deceptive as Pig Latin."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"... I should have never introduced you to George Carlin," the Cheshire groans, rubbing his forehead. Great. Batman was going to come for him and talk to him about what kind of influence he has been to Damian. He just knew it.

He looks surprised at the touch, but not surprised at seeing Damian reel back like a vampire who had just touched a splinter from the True Cross. He doesn't poke fun at him, though, he merely follows along. "A Caesar cypher AND an anagram. Don't forget the anagram."

He sits on the edge of the roof, judging enough time has passed from the sandwich incident.

"You can make fun of me if you want. After the Gar thing... I just didn't want to be there after he came back from his leave. And... I was honest when I said I needed training. The team's very laissez-faire. It's a lot of fun, but because of that we lack structure. And almost everybody there has had some sort of training."

He starts counting with his fingers, "Gar. Okay. Gar has experience heroing far longer than I have, even if his training is as an actor. You? You're this crazy ninja assassin. Kaldur has Altantean soldier training, Kori is a warrior space princess... need I go on? What am I? The mascot."

"And I kinda refuse to do that, you know?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian looks to his gauntlet touching a couple holographic buttons before seeming satisfied with the results. "The team works, but I'm not interested in the japery that goes on there. You want to really make a difference?" Robin crouches down, watching the streets, even identifying a piece of bread wayyy down below from the sandwich. "For once, I understand what you mean. I don't want to be the cute plucky kid heroes. Fuck that. It's a waste of my talents and an insult to what I will be. I will not be subservient to anyone." Lots of talk, but Damian meant every word.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Yeah, well, I happen to be plucky and cute," Vorpal mutters, "But I am more than that, too."

Do you want to make a difference? "Maybe I do. Do you have something specific in mind, or are you speaking in hypotheticals at the moment?"

After a second, he adds "The swear jar is still a thing by the way. You're up to fifteen bucks tonight already." He smirks.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian puts a gauntlet to his chin, still crouched down. "Somewhere between a hypothetical, and a bona fide plan. I have been working on a list, a number of people like us, wanting to do more."

  Robin's only retort to the swear jar is to remove one of several $100 bills from his utility belt, and hold it towards Vorpal. "Prepaid."

  "You do better with people than I, do you know of anyone else who would want to join a group, a serious group?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
A quick swipe and the Cheshire cat is fanning himself with the bills, giving Robin a rogueish grin. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Okay, I totally do. I think. But making an offer out of the blue isn't the way to do it, I think. If you've got an idea..."

Vorpal hms, stroking his chin, "I've got it. I could line us up some people, under the pretense on following up on this alien weapons lead. My cousin was the one who broke the story, and she can give us some leads, too... soooo... we do a test run. We hunt us one of these weapon caches, and if we work like a well-oiled machine we drop a 'BY THE WAY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO...' and so on and so forth."

He leans back, resting on his hands, and raises an eyebrow. "Whaddaya think?"

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "These people you know, they aren't complete neophytes?" Damian was willing to help Vorpal with combat, but he wasn't willing to teach a bunch of newbies from the ground up.

  "You do realize what I'm proposing? A team to rival the Justice League, not just take the scraps of what they leave over. Wait, alien weapons?" Damian's attention is won over it seems.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The sheer level of GLEE that sparkles in Vorpal's eyes could almost make someone believe that the Cheshire cat had his own version of Superman's laser vision. His grin widens at the prospect of knowing something the World's Angriest Detective didn't.
5r"Yep. Alien tech, remnants from the invasion. They have become a hot black market commodity, and it's starting to become an issue when criminals with a scientific bend... or who have the resources to kidnap people with scientific bends, want to use them for waves of crimes. Or worse. If we can route out some of these, we'd be able to prove we are solid. Think about it. It'd put us on the map."

The cat stashes the hundred dollar bills in a pocket in his suit- which is so well-concealed, it almost doesn't look like it's there. "As for the team... I'm thinking Cassie. She's training with the Amazons. Then Brick- who's got training and science training. And, of course, Stardust. I think it's a good start- we've got the punchy one, the invulnerable one, the sneaky one, the warrior and the cool one."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin gets up, tapping more on the gauntlet before he nods. "Keep on that, I will find out what I can. If they are coming through Gotham it must be going through one of two people, or if not, they will take aversion to the fact that it isn't."

  Almost as quietly as he came up, Damian leaves, no goodbyes, nothing else. Just silence, Robin was on the prowl for information.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I'm glad we had this chat," Vorpal says after Damian becomes One With The Night. "Good chat."

He stands there for several seconds, in case Damian decides to appear out of nowhere again. When he doesn't, he peers over the edge of the building-

Nothing going on below. At all.

"Right. Five minute break," he says to himself. He remembers a little deli just around the corner. As he hits the street below, his illusion spell is already disguising his appearance.

He hoped they still had fresh tuna sandwiches.