Owner	Pose
Vorpal	The Cheshire Cat has been impatiently waiting for the reveal of the disc that they uncovered, but so far no word has come yet. This is most likely due to the added precautions in isolating the contents and examining them for malware or other software before uploading them to the central computer. Reasonable or not, it still causes impatience, so Vorpal decides to head for the lab and see if there were any news. Any at all. And... well. He hadn't spoken to Damian since the encounter at the training room, mostly because he was busy with finals. And the fact that there was an awkward aftertaste to the whole thing. No time but the present to clear the air, though. So off to the lab it is.
Damian Wayne	Damian had been scrubbing the disc, which in this instance had been infected.   In this restricted area, only full fledged Titans were allowed. That didn't stop Damian from donning his uniform and mask. Seems he was hardly ever around here without it. "X has never used these before..." He muses to himself, manipulating the keyboard in front of himself. He spent most of his time around the Tower recently. But he always came back, if not growing more introverted over time.
Vorpal	"You know, there's this big thing called the sun outside. I hear that you furless things need it to build vitamins." Vorpal approaches the station, arms crossed. "How long have you been at this?" he asks, nodding towards Damian's work. He was impatient, but he wasn't blind to the turn Damian had taken recently.
Damian Wayne	Damian's slight olive skin tone doesn't show the least bit of Vitamin D deficiency, but it's obvious that he has been in the lab for an extended period of time. Coffee cups adorn the table close to him, and half eaten sandwiches. There's even a box of cookies sent from Alfred. Reminding him to get adequate sleep.   "Longer than I care to admit. This fucker has been busy with better encryption, and malware."
Vorpal	"Have you taken any breaks longer than a toilet break?" Vorpal asks, lookig at the room. This was like a mini Bat-cave for Damian, and therefore it probably felt like his territory. The Cheshire cat hmms. "You should go for a walk out for some air. I can join you."
Damian Wayne	"I haven't." He says, keeping his concentration on the computer. "You...want to take a walk?" Damian comments, a little surprised. He's not sure what to make of it. "I...okay." He says, giving into the suggestion that sounded more like an 'If you won't, I'll make you.' at least in his mind. The young Robin stands, pulling his hood up and popping his neck. The sound was loud, but he hadn't really moved for at least three hours other than his hands.
Vorpal	Vorpal grabs Damian by the arm and walks with him- Into a Rabbit Hole, and out into a secluded beach. It's nowhere near, that's for certain. He makes sure to shut off the Rabbit Hole before Damian can protest. "Air. Sea air. Sunlight. Isn't it glorious?" By the look of the ocean, it may be somewhere in the Caribbean. "You might even want to take off your suit and stay in your skivvies to, you know, take a dip." Vorpal proceeds to unzip his suit, which isn't as scandalous as it seems because this version of his suit has a zip-up detachable top, so he can be basically be left in the lower body equivalent of a wetsuit, while he can discard the top, which contains the communicator, for a quick dip. "And maybe you'll tell me what on earth is behind that Jungian nonsense you were pulling at the practice room?" he says, stopping at the shoreline and looking at back at Daamian, one eyebrow raised.
Damian Wayne	The Robin is not amused as he is dragged...to the middle of nowhere. "It reminds me of my grandfather's island." Is that a good thing? Or bad? Damian leaves it in the air.   Though he is quickly sweating, so Damian begins the process of taking off his suit. The tunic and utility belt, along with cape are easiest. But what is underneath is much more of a process.   Armor pieces disengage from his undersuit, one by one, like the shoulders, some, like his chest piece are taken off with the ab guard attached. Once the light armor is unequipped, Damian is left with a pair of pants, much like the ones Vorpal has on. Though his are sandwiched with the same non-Newtonian fluid that Batman had on his. It's part of what let's him absorb most bullet shots. Not allowing the bulletin to pass as the fluid hardened from sudden impact.   Without his shirt, all his scars could be seen, each had a story, and each was a lesson. "The Red X I programmed was designed to be as close as I could approximate to the real thing. Naturally, I know of no other fighter better than myself." Damian explains, unapologetically. "But the thought of that program being sentient, being as brutal as I programmed it to be...was a danger to the entire team, including myself." There's no one Damian hates more than to be bested in combat, so the truth of the matter is that the Red X clone probably felt the same way.
Vorpal	"And why did you give him your face? I mean, that's just all levels of meta there." Vorpal begins to walk into the ocean, feeling the cooling water move past him and embrace him. It's a bliss when the weather starts getting hot, and you are covered in fur. "Do you enjoy beating yourself up?"
Damian Wayne	Damian averts his gaze from Vorpal, shying away a bit. "The easiest way to get the result was to build the suit around him. The Danger Room has my profile in it already." A lie, but he's not going to explain why he was interested in beating himself up. That would give his play away.
Vorpal	"That's not quite what I meant... but okay." the Cheshire cat lets himself sink a bit, up to his chest, in the water. "So what's the next step in this insane ordeal? And have we figured out how this jerk knows so much about us?" He tosses his head back to get his mane wet. "Back at the jewel heist, they knew far too much about me. Stuff I haven't even said to people who are close."
Damian Wayne	"Then what did you mean?" Damian asks, enjoying the cool waters. "I think it could be someone from before our time...much before." Robin had looked out to the coast, grimacing slightly. "Like Stardust says, someone who still may have access to Titans systems."
Vorpal	"Like whom? The girl with the mech?" Vorpal asks, and then his voice gets little edgy. "Beast Boy? Who, exactly? It's not like we've had a huge membership. And I just can't see Donna doing any of this. To begin with, she was strong enough that she would have killed me at the jewel heist. Not to mention that she's an Amazon, and Amazons just... don't do that."
Damian Wayne	Damian looks to his teammate. "Oh shit, I forgot about her!" He doesn't even remember her name, not that it mattered. "I'm talking about a former Robin. Wonder Girl wouldn't have done this, it had to be someone with a grudge."
Vorpal	"... dude, Nightwing is, like, the nicest guy ever. He wouldn't do this!" Vorpal says, splashing around a bit. "Besides, someone with an ass that heavenly couldn't possibly hold a grudge. I think you're barking up the wrong tree." Of course, he'd never say any of this in Nightwing's presence. And he trusts Damian not to. Because a Rabbit Hole to the moon would be in the future.
Damian Wayne	"You know there are four Robins right?" He shakes his head, splashing Vorpal a bit with his hand. "Jason Todd, the second Robin. From what I know, he and the Titans never got along. And they all but forced him out."
Vorpal	"Wait, four?" Vorpal pauses and goes over things in his mind... "Oh... yeah. I guess there was somebody between Nightwing and the other Robin." Clearly, Vorpal doesn't know the identities of all of the robins. Tim never got around to confiding in him. "But he'd really hold a grudge over *that*? I mean... where is he nowadays? Do you know?" He shakes his mane after Damian splashes him, and he splashes back.
Damian Wayne	"Please never mention my brother's buttocks to me ever again." Damian gives a light chuckle. "He probably would. I don't put anything past anyone these days. But his profile fits the guess, former Titan, grudge to bear, possibly unstable. Last I saw him, he broke into Wayne Manor, trying to access the batcave. He failed." Damian wipes away some of the water from his body, still giving a slight smile. "At least that's my theory."
Vorpal	Vorpal pauses for a second, as if suddenly a thought had struck him, and he lays back on the water, floating gently on the ocean. "Say... he got thrown out of the Titans. How exactly did he stop being Robin? Was it a voluntry retirement sort of thing?"
Damian Wayne	Damian is quite matter of factly about what had happened. "From what I read, he was beaten with a crowbar by the Joker, then a trap was set for Batman where the shack he was in was set to blow up. Jason didn't make it."
Vorpal	Vorpal stands up, so the water is up to his waist, and holds up a hand. "Wait one fricking minute. He /died/? But then how... I thought only your grandfather could bring people back with those Lazer Wolf pits or something." The name doesn't quite stick to Vorpal's memory, obviously.
Damian Wayne	Damian's green eyes roll back into his head. "Lazarus Pits. They aren't supposed to work that way. But apparently it did. Or he wasn't dead after all. And it was my mother that brought him back, I'm guessing. He talked as if he knew her." He remains sitting down in the waves, as if this wasn't all a crazy situation. "So, what better weapon to use against Batman than his 'dead' Robin."
Vorpal	"AND you said that anyone who goes through those things comes out all... messed up. Right? That's what you said?" Vorpal says, things clicking in his mind, obviously, "Messed up enough that they'd want to have it out for whatever usurper they see taking up the mantle of Robin?"
Damian Wayne	"It's called Lazarus fever. The effects are temporary. But it's side effect may induce some insanity." With the other part of Vorpal's suppositions, Damian nods. "It could be. Beat up the Titans and make Robin look bad. Then eventually take him out."
Vorpal	"Alright, then." Vorpal begins to walk out fo the water, purposefully towards his discarded top. "Where can we find this crazy S.O.B?" He walks with a renewed purpose, his lips a thin line.
Damian Wayne	Damian stands back up, approaching his uniform as well. "That I don't know. I'm guessing he is operating out of Gotham. But I don't think he has any contact with the rest of the family." He puts his undersuit on, but the armor is carried for now. "But if anyone did, I think I know who it would be." He offers up, meaning a certain grandfatherly butler.
Vorpal	"Your father, maybe?" Vorpal asks as he shakes as much water as he can off himself, obviously not knowing how close the butler is to the Waynes. "In that case you'd probably have to talk to him. I think he rather hates me."
Damian Wayne	"He doesn't hate you. If he did he would have been much more...foreboding." Damian says with a smile. "I was thinking a kind older Butler may have had recent contact with the wayward zombie."
Vorpal	"Works for me. We can get back to the tower, dry up and see if we can pick Alfred's brain." He scoops up his top and purposefully strides forward, fueled by the possibility of a lead- and payback. "Onwards!" He steps through the Rabbit Hole. He is so absorbed with his new sense of purpose that he doesn't realize that he basically closes the hole behind him before Damian can come through, leaving the younger Bat in the deserted island, somewhere in the Caribbean.
Damian Wayne	Everything seemed to be fine. Damian was walking quite easily until...there was nothing. Calmly he pulls his T-com out of his utility belt. Taking a deep breath. "Did you...FORGET SOMEONE IN THE MIDDLE OF A DESERTED ISLAND?!"
Vorpal	The Rabbit Hole opens a few seconds later, and Vorpal's sheepish expression pokes out of the portal. "... you need to learn to make some noise when walking. I got all the way to the elevator thinking you were behind me." Sometimes being sneaky is a bad thing.
Damian Wayne	Damian sighs. "I'm sorry my mother taught me to walk like this. And that my stealth skills are too much for you handle." He says, smiling wide.
Vorpal	"That does it," Vorpal says, squeezing himself into his top. "You are buying pizza."